It was at this moment that a sharp, vicissitudes of whistling sound came, shooting towards them with great power and speed.
This is gunfire!
The sound from hell!
When Zhong Qing heard the gunshot for the first time, her whole face turned pale. She was held tightly in his arms, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat, but what echoed in her ears was
From death-like, terrifying, tone!
Zhong Qing turned her head and happened to see the shot flying towards her. She felt that her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.
She is very afraid of death.
Even now, this fear of death still exists in her heart. Her hands and feet are cold and unable to move...
A kind of fear spread endlessly in the bottom of her heart.
She wanted to scream and vent the despair that she couldn't shake off, but she found that when she opened her mouth, she couldn't make a sound at all. In the end, she could only watch the bullets getting closer and closer to her.
Close, getting closer......
Yi Jian noticed that the woman in his arms was trembling, and subconsciously looked sideways, only to see something incredibly fast, shooting at them. An indescribable premonition emerged in Yi Jian's heart, and she had no time to think about it.
He held Zhongqing in his arms and stood in front of her.
Immediately, there was a sound of flesh and blood being pierced.
Zhong Qing just felt that the body in front of her was holding her body, and with a force, she fell to the ground. She was knocked dizzy for a while, her eyes were wide open, and she didn't react at all.
She seemed to be stunned, and she didn't come back to her senses until she felt her hand was contaminated by a wet and sticky substance.
He raised his hand and looked at the weak light, seeing that everything was covered in blood.
The sound of gunshots whizzing past was heard in his ears.
The young marshal's men and those who were assassinated were all mixed together.
Some people fall, and some people protect them.
She opened her mouth to call out to the man in front of her, but found that she couldn't make a sound at all.
"Are you okay?" What came to her ears was an elegant voice. Her eyes were focused, and she saw a trace of anxiety on Yi Jian's indifferent face. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her shoulders.
