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Chapter 826: No Tears Without Seeing the Coffin Seventeen

Xiao Tiantian took two steps back. The gun in his hand was still pointed at Su Qian. A strange smile appeared on his lips. He took two steps back and pressed down the gun handle little by little.

If he wants to see if the gun is real or fake, then he will try it for everyone and use psychological tactics to see who has the best psychological endurance.

For a moment, the people in the room stared at Xiao Tiantian, and suddenly their hearts were raised. This Xiao Tiantian couldn't really shoot!

Everyone was nervously staring at Xiao Tiantian, completely forgetting that no matter what, he was just a child. Is this kind of nervousness a little too much?

But little Tiantian behaves like a child!

The way he talks and the things he does, he clearly looks like a little devil.

Xiao Tiantian looked at everyone's reaction, raised his lips, and laughed. The gun in his hand moved slightly, and it moved directly to Ye Xiaoli's body.

Ye Xiaoli saw this and screamed: "No, no, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't..."

Xiao Tiantian raised the corners of his lips and said, "What are you afraid of? We are just trying to see if the gun in my hand is real or fake. What are you afraid of?"

Ye Xiaoli still screamed in fear: "No, don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, please, please, let me go.

OK?

Let me go………"

Ling Shaohua on the side frowned a little and said in disbelief: "Ling Yiche, why don't you stop your son?"

Ling Yiche shrugged his shoulders. If Xiao Tiantian had to find someone to vent his anger on, Ye Xiaoli would undoubtedly be the best candidate.

Even if he killed her, he could still handle the rest without leaving any traces, and he could protect the mother and son.

Hey, when others say they dote on Xiao Tiantian, doesn’t Ling Yiche also dote on her to the point of being lawless?

Seeing that Ling Yiche didn't want to say anything or care, everyone took a deep breath, fearing that the gun would be moved to their body. No one knew whether it was a real gun or a fake gun.


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