If you kill me, you will hit the old man in the face. You are still young, why do you dare to turn against the old man?
Also, if I die, the people around the old man will not let you go. They will all hate you because of my death, Mo Xian, you better know the priorities! "
He said that because he was certain that Mo Xian would not dare to kill him.
By the way, he also gave a provocative look at the crazy woman who was out of control.
The woman screamed and looked at Mo Xian unwillingly.
Without any hesitation, Mo Xian grabbed the gun in her hand, put it straight on Uncle Qian's head, and commanded in a deep tone:
"Third sister-in-law, shoot—"
"boom--"
It was a huge sound that sounded almost at the same time.
Uncle Qian's head was pierced just like that.
His eyes were about to pop out, and he was shocked at the moment before his death.
I'm afraid he didn't expect that Mo Xian really dared to kill him.
As if relieved, the woman let go of her hand and ran to the third child madly, crying bitterly.
Mo Xian turned around and returned to the villa.
He glanced at him and saw that Qin Yu was still hiding behind the sofa, timid as a mouse, but it warmed his heart.
He looked at Guo Tong and smiled gratefully:
"Go and deal with things outside."
Guo Tong paused, looking at his wound, full of worry:
"I'll call the doctor first!"
Mo nodded and said nothing.
If it wasn't for Guo Tong's reminder, he would have forgotten that he was injured.
But until now, when his whole body was relaxed, he felt that the wound on his shoulder was unbearably hot, and half of his body was numb.
It was so real and painful, but his heart was light and vaguely excited.
Because the injury was on his body, not Qin Yu's body.
He hooked his lips and sat beside her, with a long sigh in his voice:
"It's over, it's over, Qin Yu, don't be afraid."
He reached out to touch her hair, and a faint light flickered in his eyes.
Even if this action involved the wound, he was willing to endure it.
"This world is like this, there is not so much rationale to say, the rule of the weak is only applicable, either being killed or going to kill, it is common and commonplace.
You know that when I murdered for the first time, it was so painful that I couldn't even eat, but later, didn't I come here too?
Although it is a bit cruel to let you see this, you will have to adapt sooner or later. It is good to see it. This exciting world welcomes you, Qin Yu. "
He sighed, his eyes were cold, but there was a gentle smile on his face.
Qin Yu looked up at him, the complexity in her eyes undisguised.
He dragged her into his world, but also tried to protect her purity.
Really greedy.
She lowered her head and looked at the wound on his body, blood was pouring out continuously.
She wiped a handful of tears, took a deep breath, and let herself concentrate all her emotions on his wound, and even swallowed:
"You are injured, go to the hospital?"
His voice trembled, as if afraid.
He smiled, with warmth in his smile for the first time.
"Silly girl, can I go to the hospital? Don't worry, the doctor will come soon."
The corpses and blood outside were quickly cleaned up, and Guo Tong also had people wash them with clean water several times, but the lingering smell of gunpowder smoke in the air still reverberated with the fierceness just now.
She didn't know where they moved the body, and she didn't dare to ask.