"Then I'd rather die."

Luo Liuling's face was still faint, even though the dark guns around him pointed straight at her.

Her eyes still looked as arrogant as ever.

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

The fat man looked at her with a strange look and raised his head silently.[

The people around immediately took action, and countless bullets headed towards Luo Liuling.

After living for twenty years, she has been living on the edge of a knife for the past twenty years. She has been tired, painful, and even numb when she repeats such days and nights.

If the mission fails, you cannot go back. Even if you go back, you will die. Now, it is not a good idea to go back.

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

The most beautiful smile hangs on the corner of her mouth, and the gun in her hand gently pulls the buckle board toward her temple.

There was no sound, and a trace of liquid flowed out of Luo Liuling's mouth.

The color of her eyes continued to weaken, and the sound-silenced KIN gun in her hand slowly slid to the ground.

As his pupils grew bigger and bigger, Luo Liuling slowly closed his eyes.

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

Through countless blood holes in her body.

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

An Qiuye looked at Luo Liuling, who was still kneeling on one knee even though he died, and a sense of injury appeared in his pupils.

He slowly walked to Liluo Liuling, and his fingers wiped the blood on her face one by one, revealing her delicate face, as if she was not dead, but asleep.

"Young Master."

The man behind him immediately walked up, but was forced to retreat by An Qiuye's sharp gesture.

This woman was his favorite woman, but she killed his beloved family.

It made him hate and hurt, and he wished he could cut this woman into pieces, but he could see her dead in front of him.

In my heart, it was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

A tear slowly passed through his resolute face, and a stream of dust fell on her face.

Without taking a look, An Qiuye raised his head and walked out the door.

Only three words were left: "Buried her."

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