Chapter 844: A Gift from the Young Marshal to Love [72]
However, before his smile fell, he felt something cold and cruel on his forehead, resisting it.
Something called "fear" rose up from Zhuoran's back.
No one can face such cold weapons without panic.
His smile slowly condensed.
A pair of eyes, somewhat messy, looked at the man in front of him who had always been as quiet as water.
His hand was holding the gun, pointed firmly at his forehead.
It's hard to figure out what he wants to do.
The sound of a gun being loaded was heard.
Click.
Like the deepest cry from hell!
Zhong Xin knew that Zhuo Ran was beaten by the young marshal. She heard the sound of someone falling to the ground. In the past, she had already rushed forward with great distress and protected Zhuo Ran with all her strength. But at this moment, she
But he couldn't move at all.
Tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and she turned her back to all of this in a daze.
She always felt that until now, it was still a dream. Maybe she could just go to sleep and when she woke up, everything would be as beautiful as ever.
She walked to the door of the back hall, stretched out her hand, and gently held the wall. She removed all the happiness that love had brought to her, leaving only countless and indescribable panic.
There was a wind blowing, and the figures refracted by the sun were swayed a little by the wind, giving them a feeling of turbulent waves.
It's indeed rough waves.
Zhong Xin couldn't tell whether she felt hatred or resentment in her heart... Even though she was helpless, she felt as angry as if she had been deceived!
She heard the young marshal say to Zhuo Ran behind her: "Master Zhuo, what do you think we should do about this matter?"
Zhong Xin originally planned to leave, but when she heard Yi Jian's words, she suddenly stood at the door, pricking her ears to hear the answer he gave her.
The air in the room was a little stagnant, and only the breath was spreading endlessly. Zhuo Ran looked at Yi Jian in front of him, and found that there was a deep meaning in his eyes, which made him shudder all over.
Zhuo Ran pursed his lips tightly and did not speak for a long time. He just stared at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him. For some reason, his fear slowly dissipated.
But he turned his head and looked at Zhong Xin who was standing not far away. His eyes were in a trance for a while. After a long time, he said: "Zhong Xin... This is my fault... From now on, I will live a good life with you."