What does he want to do?
This was the thought in everyone's mind.
Dong Feifei understood what he had in mind, shaking her head continuously, retreating backward, "Brother Yimo, don't kill me, don't kill me. Her injury has nothing to do with me, really. Brother Yimo is so kind..."
What's happening?
What does Feifei mean, that Little Mo wants to shoot her?
Impossible.
Besides, you can't just carry a gun around now. Little Mo has already retired from the military district and doesn't have the right to a gun, so this must be fake, just a toy.
No one believed this was true, but Dong Feifei believed it—believed it enough to be scared.
Because his eyes were cold, and within that coldness was a killing intent, a bloodthirsty vibe that made her entire body feel fear.
Bo Yimo chuckled lightly, his voice very soft, "I've never been a good person."
As long as his darling was willing, he could go against the whole world.
After speaking, he cruelly pulled the trigger.
