Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

384, the great writer comes a 32

One person and one system were all confused by the sudden gun battle.

My whole heart was full of shit.

When the gunfire first started, there were a lot of screams in the ballroom, but as time passed, only the "bang bang" sound of gunfire remained, like balloons being popped.

Ning Dai leaned her back against the cover, hugged her knees with her hands and balled up, and for the first time she felt like she was in a turbulent era.

This is an era when human life is at stake.

The sound of gunshots was still heard, and new sounds were added to the original monotony. She guessed that there should be two groups of people in the ballroom at this moment competing with each other in their shooting skills.

Because, from time to time, the muffled sound of being shot reached her ears.

As for the specific situation, she didn't dare to poke her head in to confirm, as she would not risk her life here.

"I'm going to die. I chose the wrong day. If I had known, I would have come two days later." She adjusted her hiding posture and said to Patriot in annoyance.

Aiguo asked curiously: "Do you think this is for Nie Long? In this era, a big boss who can get to Nie Long's position should have people's lives in his hands, and he is also the number one element to be eliminated on other people's lists.

Bar."

Ning Dai answered very matter-of-factly: "Aren't you talking nonsense? There is no one in the ballroom at this time. If you don't come for him, how can you come for me?"

Aiguo was silent for a while and said: "Maybe after today, you don't have to worry about the three encounters. What if the news of his death is reported tomorrow?"

After Ning Dai thought about it, she calmly agreed: "You are right, I don't have to worry about it."

The original intention of Patriotism was to ridicule, but Ning Dai seemed to be relieved, and he became uneasy when he heard it: "Why are you so plain! Who cried to me yesterday and said that I must be good to Nie Long, as long as he is the third

One leg is fine, even if both legs are lame, it is acceptable. Today, when you heard that the other party might die, you simply accepted it?! You can't struggle for a while longer, and then have some inner drama of unwillingness to be separated from life and death.

!?”

Ning Dai pursed her lower lip and asked doubtfully: "Aiguo, do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

"No, do you have some misunderstanding about yourself?"

One person and one system were talking, completely unaware that the gun battle in the room had ended. It wasn't until a somewhat different voice came from Ning Dai's left side that she suddenly realized that something was approaching.

Turning around, the first thing that came into view was a dark gentleman's walking stick, followed by a pair of shiny leather shoes, and two straight and long legs.

Ning Dai raised her head, and the last thing she saw was Nie Long with a normal expression on his face.

The 37-point oily hair was like the night of the dance, with a few strands falling on his forehead, which made people look less rigorous and made people know that he was such a different person.

After meeting Ning Dai's gaze, Nie Long smiled first: "Miss Xue, we meet again."

Ning Dai blinked.

The first thought that came to mind was, how did he know where he was hiding?

"Do you need me to help Miss Xue up?" he asked again.

Ning Dai said: "No need."

He always kept a smile on his face, and waited until Ning Dai stood up on her own, then took a step back, indicating that she could come out, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, it's rare for Miss Xue to come over to dance, but she ended up meeting someone like this."
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next