V1.Chapter 165

The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, and his body was shaking violently. The nervous mood affected every nerve of Lao Wu. He didn't dare to look at his elder brother's eyes or Wang Fan's face.

Between good and evil!

Lao Wu doesn't know whether he is right or wrong in doing so, or whether he will be despised and hated by people.

Everything is the arrangement of fate, everything is to blame.

Never like today so tangled, never like today so painful, in the face of the death of life is not the first time, but the old five's heart is afraid.

Bang

The sound of metal impact is mixed with the sound of friction. The hot metal is roasting the air, which makes people's heart tremble.

The bullet passed through the back of the old five's head and flew out of his eyebrows. With his life and sadness, it drew a beautiful and cold blood line and gradually disappeared in the cold air.

shot.

Did not let Wang Fan and the eldest brother stop, two people are still strangling each other's neck, eyes like to crack out of the orbit of the general glare at each other.

Bang

The second shot rang out behind Wang Fan.

The dying boss trembled, and a stream of blood red and milky white appeared in the middle of his eyebrows. He pinched Wang Fan's hand and gradually became weak. Finally, he left his purple skin and fell on his unwilling face.

"Shua Shua"

The sound of hasty footsteps, accompanied by the sound of the pants scraping grass leaves.

Wang Fan, a little bit more relaxed, pulled out a dagger from the boss's shoulder, turned around in coarse Qi, and looked behind him with one hand supporting his body.

With tears in her face, Tong Jiahui holds the gun in both hands and her chest rises and falls violently. Her eyes look at Wang Fan who is covered with blood. Her face is full of unspeakable sadness and heartache.

"Miss." The young man who appears with Liu Tian at the blind Master's house has already run to Tong Jiahui and looks at Wang Fan on the ground on guard.

Sweating, Wang Fan laughs. He looks at Tong Jiahui's white teeth and laughs foolishly. However, he holds the bloody dagger tightly in his hand, as if it were with his palm.

"Are you ok?" Tong Jiahui ignored the young man beside him, squatted down and hugged Wang Fan in her arms. She covered him tightly with her body.

"I can kill another one!" Wang Fan was close to Tong Jiahui's ear, staring at the young man, panting.

Wang Fan's words made the young people disdain him very much. He raised his hand to touch her back, but the other hand reached out to Tong Jiahui, whose back was facing him.

Gasping for breath, Wang Fan grins grimly. He also puts his hand on Tong Jiahui's shoulder. When the young man comes closer, he will push Tong Jiahui to a safe place.

Seems to be aware of Wang Fan's intention, Tong Jiahui holding his arms more forcefully, she said loudly in Wang Fan's ear: "if you die, I will not live!"

Tong Jiahui's words made Wang Fan's grimace stop in amazement, but his eyes were still staring at the malicious young man.

When the young man heard Tong Jiahui's words, he frowned slightly and pulled his body back to its original position, but his hand, which had been stretched behind him, did not return to its original position.

"Miss, go back to the master first. I'll take care of the things here." The young man said in a low voice.

"Go ahead, I'm fine!" Wang Fan touched Tong Jiahui's hair and said to her softly.

"Bang"

Tong Jiahui throws her gun behind her, just falling at the young man's feet, which makes the young man feel stunned.

"Ah Qi, don't say anything. You go back now and tell my father that I won't leave. I want to be with this man and I want to die with him." Holding Wang Fan, Tong Jiahui wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. She said calmly.

"Miss, if you do this, I can't explain it to the master!" Ah Qi said to Tong Jiahui with a gloomy face.

"There's a gun on the ground, you can try it!" Tong Jiahui didn't look back. As she spoke, she wanted to pick up Wang Fan on the ground.

Ah Qi, with a gloomy face, bends down, picks up the pistol that Tong Jiahui throws to him from the ground, straightens up and looks at Wang Fan, who is opposite to him in four eyes.

At this time, Wang Fan has stood up with the help of Tong Jiahui. He looks tired, but he is still full of fighting spirit. He doesn't show any timidity because ah Qi has a gun in his hand.

He weighed the gun in his hand. Ah Qi, with a bitter smile on his face, shook his head helplessly. He pulled open his coat and put the gun back into the holster under the rib. He said to Tong Jiahui, "Miss, I won't let you be hurt. If I hear any news that is bad for you, I will kill him!"

With these words, ah Qi bowed to Tong Jiahui, turned and walked down the mountain.

Ignoring ah Qi who left behind, Tong Jiahui helped Wang Fan to the luxury car parked on the side of the road and said in a soft voice: "if you insist, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Don't be afraid! I can't die The pale Wang Fan throws the dagger on the ground, leans on Tong Jiahui's shoulder and comforts her in a low voice.

More than ten meters away, Tong Jiahui helped Wang Fan walk for a long time. She couldn't help crying. Her clothes were soaked with Wang Fan's blood, and she didn't dare to think and look at Wang Fan at the moment.

Tears trickled down her cheeks on her chest, just like hot boiling oil drop by drop, hitting her heart, which made her feel miserable but dare not make any sound.

Holding Wang Fan's hand tightly, Tong Jiahui could not help but quicken her pace and said anxiously: "soon, Wang Fan, you must hold on!"

"Jiahui, is it dark? Why can't I see the road clearly? " Wang Fan's consciousness is gradually blurred. He mechanically moves his legs, and everything in front of him becomes dim. He weakly asks Tong Jiahui, and his body can't help but want to fall down.

"Wuwuwuwu"

Tong Jiahui can no longer suppress the pain in her heart. She shouldered Wang Fan hard and didn't want him to fall in front of her, let alone watch Wang Fan's life go by.

"You can't die! You can't die! I won't allow you to die! "

The tearful Tong Jiahui cries heartbroken. She wants to wake up the man beside her with her own voice.

A pair of powerful hands hold Wang Fan's body. Tong Jiahui, who is very anxious, feels relaxed. Looking at the person holding Wang Fan's body in both hands, Tong Jiahui hesitates a little, and then quickly runs to the side of the car and opens the door.

"Miss, let me drive! Time is running out! " Carrying Wang Fan on his back, ah Qi puts Wang Fan on the back seat and frowns to Tong Jiahui.

Looking at Wang Fan on the back seat, Tong Jiahui stopped crying, looked at ah Qi biting her teeth and said, "he died, and I won't live alone!"