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The sound of gunfire shook the skies!

The man who had fired the shot seemed to hate the world and was determined to destroy it all. In that place, not a single blade of grass grew, and every living thing was burnt to ashes!

Mo Ye Han shouted, "Sniper ready!"

Five sniper rifles, shua shua, the usual, shot out in different directions.

Mo YHan himself was an outstanding veteran, and the people he brought out were all ruthless. In less than half an hour, the opponent's firepower had been reduced by more than half.

In the end, there was only one gun!

Mo Ye Han grabbed a gun from a bodyguard's hand and chased after him.

There was only the crisp sound of an empty hall, and Junior Seven threw away the gun in his hand in frustration. He jumped up and flew towards the distance. Mo Ye Han looked closely and saw that this hand was exactly the same as the sniper's hand that had pointed a gun at Long Qian.

So it was him! If this person didn't die, Mo YHan would be worried about Long Qian's safety for the rest of his life. He couldn't be around her twenty-four hours a day.

Mo Ye Han chased after him, disregarding everything else.

Little Junior Seven's skill was indeed amazing. Normally, those with great skills would have an arrogant and aloof character!

[Who in the world is going to give up on me?]

Thus, the seventh day was also filled with arrogance. He did not run in the opposite direction, but dived into the crowd instead.

Mo Ye Han was shocked! Almost instantly, he understood that his goal was Long Qian Qian. He wanted to take away Long Qian Qian. Dream on!

The pistol was empty. He threw it away and grabbed the sniper rifle from a bodyguard beside him. Pointing it at the foot of Junior Seventh, 'Bam, bam, bam!'

On the seventh day, they either jumped or sped away, all of them dodging. The area under his feet that had been hit by the bullet lifted up a cloud of dust.

Good boy, this is really a good skill!

Mo Ye Han couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, but in his heart, he felt a trace of pity for this man. It was a pity that this kid was Yun Ye's man. Seeing how he moved freely through the hail of bullets, he really felt like he was a monarch who could hold back all the enemies! This spirit of not fearing death showed how loyal he was to Yun Ye.

Very quickly, he arrived at Long Qian's side on the seventh day.

"Leave Brother Yun to me." The seventh day, he carried Yun Ye's body and pulled Long Qian up. "Follow me."

When he suddenly turned around, he saw that Mo Ye Han had already rushed over.

"You can take your master away, but you must keep my woman!" Mo Ye Han pointed his gun at the seventh day.

The seventh day sneered, "I'm taking both of them away!"

"Then don't even think about leaving today." Mo Ye said coldly.

The gunshot rang out once again!

Long Qian didn't mind the actions of the seventh day. This was because she did not wish to stay, and even more so, did not wish to return to Mo Ye Han's side.

But Mo Ye Han insisted on making her stay!

The scene was instantly thrown into chaos.

Mo Ye Han ordered loudly, "Don't shoot!" It wasn't because he was afraid of hurting the seventh day. Although this kid had some ability, he was Yun Ye's man. It didn't matter whether he lived or died.

However, Long Qian was in his hands, and the bullet had no eyes. What if he hurt her …

However, whatever it was that it was afraid of, it would happen.

A bullet pointed at the direction of the seventh day and pulled the trigger.

Seventh day reaching out his hand was indeed amazing. In this chaotic situation, he could still remain calm and collected. But! He had to protect Yun Ye and also take care of Long Qian at the same time, so he had to be a bit distracted in the end.

When the bullet flew out, he really did not realize it at all.

However, he only heard a crisp and worried voice: Seventh Brother — —

Seventh day turned around and saw Eighth Year standing behind her. Following the sound of gunfire, the girl's chest burst out red blood, staining her snow-white dress red.

Bang

This was the sound of the fast heartbeat of the seventh day. He released his grip on Long Qian's hand and bellowed, "8th …"

The girl's face turned pale and fresh blood flowed from her mouth. She couldn't say a single complete sentence.

"8th grade!" The seventh day carried the eighth day in his arms, covering her chest to prevent the blood from spilling out. However, boiling red blood still flowed out from the gaps between his fingers.

"Idiot, why did you do this?" The seventh day's dark red eyes widened, roaring from the bottom of the roars!

On the eighth day, he weakly opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"AHH@@

If this situation did not stop, it was likely that they would all be trapped.

Long Qian said, "Seventh day, you go. Take the 8th day and leave quickly!"

As the seventh day came to an end, the eighth day had already passed out in his arms. The situation was extremely dangerous. However, he couldn't afford to lose Yun Ye on the other side.

Long Qian Qian urged: "Quickly leave, leave this place to me. Brother Yun is on my side. Don't worry, I will treat him well. "

Finally, the seventh day, gritting his teeth, picked up the weak body of the eighth day, and disappeared from his sight …

Haicheng International Airport.

This was a beautiful woman, dressed in black, with fair skin. She wore a pair of black glasses on her delicate face, which gave her a mysterious feeling.

Long Qian's arms were holding a black casket, and there was a small white flower on the side of his hair. Under the escort of the bodyguards, they walked towards the private jet of the Mo family.

At the boarding gate, someone stepped forward politely and respectfully and stretched out his hand, as if to help her carry something.

Long shui frowned and asked coldly: "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to help!"

The corners of Long Qian's mouth twitched. "No need."

After finding a seat near the window, Long Qian sat down. In his embrace, he was still tightly hugging the urns. His expression was cold and solemn, he didn't say a word throughout the whole process.

Mo Ye Han walked in and looked around. Then, he walked in her direction.

Before the man had even taken a seat, Long Qian had already opened his mouth. "You can't sit here."

He frowned as he looked at her with a complicated expression.

Long Qian lowered his gaze, his incomparably delicate hands gently caressing the box of ashes, softly saying: "He doesn't like to sit with strangers."

Her voice was soft and loving, affectionate and sure. It was as if the 'he' she spoke of could hear her voice.

Could it be that this dead man held a supreme status in her heart?

"Who is he?" Mo Ye Han asked.

"My late husband!" Long Qian raised her head and looked at him!