"Then I would rather die. Underworld novel

Luo Liuling's face remained calm, even though the black guns around her were pointed directly at her.

Her eyes were still as arrogant as ever,

She is not a god, and she will be weak even under the most powerful nuclear weapons.

The fat man looked at her strangely and raised his head silently.[

The people around him immediately took action, firing countless bullets towards Luo Liuling.

After living for twenty years, she had been living on the edge of a knife. Repeating such days day and night, she was tired, in pain, and even more numb.

If the mission fails, you cannot go back. Even if you go back, you will die. Now, it is a kind of relief.

Although those bullets are fast, Luo Liuling's movements are faster.

She had the most beautiful smile on her lips, pointed the gun in her hand at her temple, and gently pulled the button.

No sound could be heard, and a trace of liquid flowed from the corner of Luo Liuling's mouth.

The color in her eyes continued to fade, and the silenced gun in her hand slowly fell to the ground.

When her pupils got bigger and bigger, Luo Liuling slowly closed her eyes.

When Luo Liuling closed her eyes, those bullets passed through her body.

There were countless bloody holes in her body.

However, the person is already dead, but cannot feel these pains.

An Qiuye looked at Luo Liuling, who was still kneeling on one knee even though he was dead, with dark eyes, and there was a hint of sadness in his pupils.

He slowly walked to Luo Liuling's side in the pool of blood, and wiped the blood on her face one by one with his fingers, revealing her delicate face. It seemed that she was not dead, but asleep.

"Master."

The man behind him immediately stepped forward, but was forced to retreat due to An Qiuye's sharp gesture.

This woman, the woman he loved most, killed his beloved family members.

It made him hate and hurt, and wanted to cut this woman into pieces, but he watched her die in front of his eyes.

Inside, I was in so much pain that I couldn't breathe.

A tear slowly streaked across his resolute face, followed by a stream of dust that settled down and fell on her face.[

Without another glance, An Qiuye raised his head and walked towards the door.

Only three words were left: "Bury her."

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