He was sleeping peacefully, with his thick long eyelashes tightly closed, but when a vertebra-like pain came from his right arm, his throat suddenly rolled up and down violently, and he let out a low groan, and his whole face was steep and wrinkled.
Together, they huddled together, as if they were suffering from severe pain. After gasping for breath for a few times, they opened their eyes——
What catches the eyelids is a face full of innocence.
The little girl is innocent and cute, sweet and beautiful. She is not a model of stunning beauty, but she is definitely a face that will be attracted and remembered by her charming expression at one glance, especially the face that is always pink.
The color of the skin, one more look at it, makes people want to bite it and try it out.
"Well..." the young man groaned, remembering that he had been knocked unconscious just now, and realizing that he was lying down and in a weak position, he immediately stood up and jumped up, took out an exquisite small short gun from his arms and pointed it at the girl, "You
What are you doing? Tell me! Who are you? What is your purpose?"
Qingtian saw that her little brother had woken up, with a smile on his face, but she couldn't figure out what he was doing at that moment. She looked at the black bullet hole, stood up, and asked in a sweet voice, "Little brother, can't you tell
What am I doing?"
The boy turned sideways, enduring the severe pain in his right arm, and looked at the girl's feet——
Looking at it, he discovered that there was a lighter, a bloody Swiss Army knife, half a bottle of spirits, and an oval-shaped bullet placed in the girl's footsteps.
He recognized that the bullet was a homemade bullet specially designed for his family. It was also the person who wanted to kill him who personally shot the gun into his chest and right arm.
Fortunately, he has always been lucky. He dodged the bullet that shot into his chest, and the bullet that shot into his right arm was not destroyed because of his strong resistance.
Now, after being taken out, he even saved his life.
Isn't it ridiculous for the person who wants to kill himself?
The young man's lips moved slightly, revealing a cold smile, with a touch of self-mockery and contempt... It seems that the Feng Shui master who has served the family since he was a child is right. His life is always on the verge of despair, and every time he is in a desperate situation, he will inevitably
You will meet noble people to save you, and you will not die.
It seems that this girl, who looks less than ten years old, saved him.
I knocked myself unconscious just now in order to reduce the pain. Although the pain was coming from my right arm at this time, even without anesthesia, it was no longer unbearable because of the treatment.
Under such simple and fragile conditions, she had just experienced a chaos, but she was still able to make extremely quick judgments and perform bullet removal surgery. At this time, she was neither humble nor overbearing, nor fearful nor afraid when facing her own gun... This girl
, what is its identity and what is its purpose?
The young man quickly analyzed in his mind, his eyes became even more alert, and he tightened his index finger on the wrench, "You'd better answer truthfully, otherwise... don't blame me for being rude and shooting."
Qing Tian looked at the dark hole, and then at the beautiful boy with a beautiful face. They looked at each other for a long time, and then ordered in an angry tone, "Mommy said you are never allowed to betray your friends, and never point a gun at yourself."
Close ones and friends, why don’t you put down your gun!”
Friends? The young man rolled his eyes, who is this little girl from an alien world and who is her friend?
"Aren't you going to say that?" He snorted coldly and threatened, "I'm sorry, then I'm going to blow your head off, kid."
As he spoke, he raised his arms straighter, stepped forward, put the muzzle of the gun against Qingtian's forehead, pressed it hard, pushed forward step by step, and gave the order, "Raise your hands."
Qingtian obediently raised her hands and began to retreat as he did. It was not until she retreated to the corner of the wall with her back pressed against the wall that she innocently said, "Brother, I can't retreat anymore. There is no way behind me."
manage?"
"Shut up!" The young man shouted coldly, his beautiful eyes filled with anger.
For some reason, he always felt that this little girl was not afraid of him. Although she was doing as he ordered, her eyes were clearly filled with curiosity to find out more, without even a hint of fear.
The young man felt a little frustrated. He increased his strength with his left hand and pressed Qingtian's head heavily. He lowered his head and said coldly to her, "State your name, identity, background, and purpose."
He doesn't trust anyone, and he can't trust anyone who saves him for no reason, because a Feng Shui master once said, Master, although you are destined to have noble people, these noble people also have the ability to put you in jail and never recover.
So, don’t thank people easily.
He has lived so long that he has never been grateful to anyone, because it turns out that everyone who saved him had a purpose, and all of these people who had a purpose for him were killed by him.
"Don't tell me..." His brows turned cold, "I shot."
Qingtian, who was leaning against the wall, stared at him for a few seconds. Then she put down her hand and looked at his big eyes full of wisdom. She smiled and said, "Okay, you go ahead and shoot."
The young man didn't expect to get such an answer. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"
Sunny said nothing.
She slowly raised her hand, gently held his hand holding the gun, passed her thumb through the gun body, and tapped his index finger on the wrench...
"Wait..." The young man did not expect that she would suddenly make such a move. He panicked and stepped back with his gun.
But before I had time to retreat——
Click.
The thumb pressed the index finger and pressed hard -
"Hey..." The young man heard the snap of his finger. He didn't have time to think. He suddenly raised his injured right arm, pushed Song Qingtian aside who was standing under the gun, and threw the gun away.
The moment the gun fell, the boy uttered a low curse, "shit——!"
Song Qingtian, who was pushed away, only staggered forward two steps and then steadied his steps, as if he had predicted the outcome, with an angelic smile on his face.
"I forgot to remind you, little brother. I checked for you just now. It seems that there are no bullets in the gun." Qingtian smiled with his eyes crooked and his tone was sweet, "And little brother, I saved you, and so do you.
Save me, we just saved each other like friends, right?"
(Thank you dear home show luo for sending silent flowers, okay!)