Chapter 414

The more you listen, the more ink doesn't understand the meaning of Wen churan's words.

When he opened his lips, it seemed very difficult to squeeze out a sentence from his throat, "what are you... Talking about..."

He was always sharp enough to see everything, but he couldn't see through Wen's first infection for the first time.

As if she had stepped into another world across thousands of mountains and rivers.

Wen churan shrugged carelessly, and his tone became relaxed. "Originally, he wanted to kick you again when you feel the sweetest! I know you value Sheng's inheritance most, so I've been planning to take your Sheng's with me! It doesn't matter if you don't understand now. Guan Erya has been solved. Let's solve you now! If you feel lonely, I can kill Guan Erya to accompany you. Huangquan Road, you dog men and women can go together! "

With that, she walked towards him with a gun in her hand.

Sheng Shimo watched the woman approach him step by step, just like the scene in which she ran and jumped into his arms every time.

The smile on her mouth is still so bright, still like a bright light, breaking into his dark world.

Before his brain could think, his body responded first and opened his arms to her.

But Wen churan put the gun against his chest.

In fact, when he chased his steps again, he didn't know that she would stop or wait for her to come back.

When she looked into his dead eyes, Wen churan's hand holding the gun trembled imperceptibly. She quickly looked away and suddenly smiled excitedly.

Laughing and yelling at him, "flourishing ink! I gave you this shot back! God is fair, so you should also feel what it's like to be killed by your favorite! "

The masked man was already impatient and urged "what are you waiting for?"? Shoot now! Kill him! "

Before Wen churan slowly closed her eyes, she saw the flourishing ink in front of her, and then opened her lips and said a silent word.

Pull the trigger, with a bang, the bullet penetrated his chest mercilessly.

A stream of hot blood sprayed on Wen churan's face, but she always closed her eyes, expressionless, as if she couldn't feel anything.

If you look closely, you can see that her thick eyelashes are shaking violently.

It was not until a man fell to the ground in her ear that she softened her hand and the gun crashed to the ground.

She understood Sheng Shimo's mouth before he died. He was saying - I love you.

The man came forward and hugged Wen churan. He glanced at the flourishing ink crawling on the ground. His blood had dyed the smooth ground red.

"Let's go." The man gave Wen churan a compliment smile and helped her leave the place.

At that time, Mo fell to the ground with only the last trace of consciousness. He tried to open his eyes to see that the woman's back became more and more blurred.

He did not feel the fear of death, but vaguely recalled his nine-year-old.

It was not too hot and dry in summer. Sheng Shimo, only nine years old, was agitated like a fireball, which made people dare not approach.

Because he was pestered by the girl Wen churan just now, he finally got rid of her.

The housekeeper in the old house came forward and asked, "fourth young master, in fact, Miss Wen is very cute. Why do you hate her so much?"

Asked why, nine year old Sheng Shimo suddenly didn't know how to answer.