"Money??" Gongsun Yixiang's face stiffened, and she instantly became quiet, muttering to herself: "Money? Do you think money can compensate me? My life has been ruined like this, what's the use of asking for money?"
Can money turn back time?”
Gongsun Yixiang trembled and stepped back. Gongsun Yixiang was on the verge of collapse. Once again, Wu Bingxuan insulted her with money again.
If her family hadn't had money and were short of funds, she wouldn't have fallen into the trap, wouldn't have become Chu Wenbo's wife, and wouldn't have suffered all the humiliation. All of this was caused by money. But now, she, Wu Bingxuan, wants to
Give her money??
This is a naked and naked insult!!
"Go to hell!!" Gongsun Yixiang suddenly shouted.
"Bang! Bang bang!!" Several crisp gunshots pierced the quiet night sky.
"Sister." Yan Mo, who had just arrived and stood next to Chu Mingyou, was stunned. Almost as soon as Gongsun Yixiang drew his gun, he rushed over and pushed Wu Bingxuan to the ground.
"Hmph!!" Yan Mo grunted, looked at Wu Bingxuan beside him, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure she was fine.
"You..." With his eyes widened, Wu Bingxuan stared at him in extreme surprise.
"You!" Mu Ziluo, who had come back to his senses, flashed forward and touched Gongsun Yixiang's neck with his big palm. Strong killing intent burst out from his blue eyes. He exerted force and heard a crisp "click" sound.
Gongsun Yixiang tilted her neck, not breathing at all.
"You...just be fine!" After saying this calmly, Yan Mo raised a smile on his lips and closed his eyes.
"Bing'er?!" After finishing Gongsun Yixiang, Mu Ziluo turned around and squatted beside her, checking her body anxiously, "Tell me, how are you? Are you injured?"
Withdrawing his outstretched palm, Chu Mingyou's eyes dimmed, and he straightened up and looked away.
"Speak." He patted her dull little face, and Mu Ziluo looked at her anxiously.
Blinking his eyes, Wu Bingxuan looked at Mu Ziluo tremblingly, and then looked at Yan Mo aside, "He...he..."
"Damn it. Just hope you're okay!" Mu Ziluo breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her into his arms, his anxious heart finally calming down.
Just because he was so sure that she was fine just now, he wanted to get rid of Gongsun Yixiang first and get rid of this trouble to prevent her from shooting and hurting people again, otherwise he might have lost his mind long ago.
"He saved me!" Wu Bingxuan murmured, leaning on his shoulder.
Why would he choose to save her?
Or in this way?
"I'm sorry!" Mu Ziluo pressed his forehead against hers, hugged her waist tighter, and stroked her back with his big palm, "I was negligent just now."
"How could he save me?" Wu Bingxuan frowned as he stared at the body beside him that was gradually losing temperature. "He... shouldn't have saved me."
Looking at Yan Mo, Mu Ziluo remained silent. No matter how selfish he was, as long as Bing'er was fine, it didn't matter to him who died.
After getting up, Wu Bingxuan came to him tremblingly, looking down at his cold body, his crystal tears falling one by one.
In the darkness, a figure stood behind the tree, with an evil smile on his lips, and carefully pointed the gun at Wu Bingxuan again.
"Bang!"
"Bing'er?!" Mu Ziluo yelled suddenly, and almost immediately spun around to block Wu Bingxuan's body.
Being thrown to the ground again, Wu Bingxuan was completely stunned, "You...?"