Shengge lowered his head and looked solemn, "What do you mean?"
"Sister Sheng, judging from the physical strength of your canary, he won't be able to last for five minutes. You can choose to stand by and watch this woman torture him to death in an extremely bloody and cruel way, which can be regarded as his punishment."
He paused slightly and continued, "Or you can use this revolver with only one bullet to kill the woman inside, or you can kill your disobedient canary with your own hands and give him a happy life.
How about it?"
Shengge's pupils were slightly stunned, staring at him in disbelief.
"You are absolutely crazy!"
Ning Chengxu smiled with bright eyes and said nonchalantly, "There's just a fugitive and your valet inside. It's a little pet. If you don't obey, just change it."
Shengge grinded her teeth and looked at him coldly, "That's my person, it's not your turn to make the decision yet."
With an innocent look on his face, he moved the gun in his hand an inch closer to her eyes, "Of course, so this choice is left to you."
Shengge had a serious face and glanced at the situation inside the room. Feng Yunian was still dodging, determined not to let Mu Zhining touch him.
But being driven away by Ning Chengxu's people over the years, he was left alone and helpless, and there was no way he could escape if he continued to suffer.
Shengge frowned, "I won't choose either!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to rush into the house, but Ning Chengxu quickly grabbed her arm and blocked her way.
Her eyes were fierce, and she slapped Ning Chengxu on the face with her backhand.
Ning Chengxu did not hide, and bore her anger firmly, with a smile on his face, "You can fight me, but I won't let you in. People who have been poisoned by 545 potion will go crazy. Too much is not enough."
It’s under control, I can’t put you in danger, so you can only shoot me with a gun.”
Shengge glared at him, "I don't know how to use it."
"You know how to do it. I still taught you your marksmanship in person. Come on, let me see if your marksmanship has deteriorated."
Ning Chengxu pushed the revolver in front of her an inch further, "If you hesitate any longer, your little pet won't be able to hold on any longer."
Shengge's pupils trembled and she quickly looked towards the hut.
In the room, Feng Yunian gradually felt that his body was tired and he couldn't keep up.
On the other hand, Mu Zhining was as excited and bloodthirsty as if she had been given blood.
He quickly looked around the room to see if there were any tools he could use. His eyes caught sight of the bowl on the wooden table. He ducked over and knocked the bowl hard against the corner of the table.
Falling apart.
While he was doing this, Mu Zhining screamed and rushed towards him at an alarming speed.
He ducked aside almost instinctively, but because he couldn't keep up with his physical strength, he was a little slow and his suit jacket was scratched by Mu Zhining's nails.
Feng Yunian lowered his head and glanced at the broken marks on his chest. Disgust flashed through his eyes. He took off his suit on the spot and threw it in Mu Zhining's face.
Mu Zhining's eyes were bloodthirsty and murderous, as if she was in pain that couldn't find an outlet. She tore the suit he threw at her into pieces and rushed towards him again.
Feng Yunian was forced to retreat, and suddenly he heard the sound of a critical blow coming from the locked wooden house, which was someone kicking it open.
He turned around and saw it was Shengge.
She frowned, her expression was solemn, she was holding a revolver in her hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him coldly.
This scene made Feng Yunian's heart suddenly sting.
The nightmare he had in the car when he came here was still clearly engraved in his mind, but he didn't expect it to be true.
"Shengge, don't..."
He shouted softly, his voice trembling slightly, with a hint of pleading.
However, Shengge's hand holding the gun didn't move at all. Suddenly his eyes became fierce and he decisively pulled the trigger at him.
His thin lips curled up in self-deprecation, and he stood without hiding, closing his eyes as if resigned to his fate.