She opened the corners of her mouth stiffly, and her voice was hoarse, as if her heart was being pulled, and it hurt.

She asked feebly, word by word: "Tang Xing, to you, what is a person who deserves to die? What is a person who does not deserve to die? Someone is blocking your way, so they deserve to die. However, she did

She didn't do anything."

Her voice was too hoarse and had lost its former pure timbre.

Tang Xing frowned slightly, as if his ears were being pricked by her voice, which made him feel uncomfortable.

But his heart suddenly became a little softer. He bent down, gently tucked her hair that was scattered on her face behind her ears with his fingers, and said with great warmth: "She..."

But before she could finish her words, she was cut off by Tao Yaoyao. Her voice was hoarse and indistinguishable. She even had a pale and unclear smile on her lips: "She shouldn't appear where she shouldn't.

Really? She brought it to the door herself, so she deserves to die, right?"

Tang Xing leaned forward, put his hands around Tao Yaoyao's shoulders, and held Tao Yaoyao in his arms. His voice was soft, like a little doting and gentle comfort: "Huh huh?

What are you talking about?..." Before he could finish speaking, a cold, hard object pressed against his chest.

That kind of touch was something he was all too familiar with.

------It's a gun.

Tao Yaoyao held the gun with trembling fingers and pressed it against Tang Xing's chest. The smile at the corner of her mouth had completely disappeared.

Her voice was as cold as if it came from hell, and she said every word: "I said, you shouldn't let her die!"

"Yeah", with a muffled groan, Tang Xing slowly opened the distance from Tao Yaoyao, and a coquettish mandala-like flower bloomed on his chest.

Tang Xing's face turned pale as he looked at the blood seeping out of his chest, and he smiled instead.

His smile was unusually warm, and his voice was still so gentle that it could make people sick to death: "I said, if one day you point the muzzle of this gun at me, I will make your life worse than death."

He spoke these words tempered with arsenic so tenderly, like a caress for a pet, or like a whisper between lovers.

However, Tao Yaoyao was frightened.

Yes, she shot.

She didn't know whether that shot was aimed at his heart.

She is a master thief and a qualified sniper.

When faced with killing, I have never been so timid and scared.

Her fingers were shaking abnormally, and then, like a cowardly perpetrator, she jumped out of the window in panic.

Not long after, various noises came from behind.

I don’t know why, but she escaped extremely smoothly without any obstacles. Someone originally wanted to catch up, but for some reason, they withdrew halfway.

She didn't know what happened behind her. She just thought in a daze that she wanted him to be buried with Rao Yin. She couldn't let Rao Yin die in vain. Everything she did was right.

Amidst such panic and ownerless noise, she staggered into the dark night.

This night is destined not to be peaceful, but to be turbulent.

However, Tao Yaoyao would never know that Tang Xing was amputated by her, and the words she had not yet spoken were: "She is not dead, she escaped."
Chapter completed!