Luo Bing frowned, but at the same time he stopped and moved his index finger slightly, obviously intending to pull the trigger.
At the same time, Feng Yao's whole body fell straight back, holding the pistol in both hands, aiming at Luo Bing's heart, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"bump!"
When Feng Yao landed on the ground, he was obviously stunned.
Luo Bing's pistol had no bullets at all. She clearly saw him holding it down, but no bullets were fired, so the sound just now...
Ignoring the man's roar, Feng Yao quickly came to Luo Bing's side. The bullet was shot away from his heart. Feng Yao knew that with Luo Bing's skill, he could avoid it, but he just let the bullet go away from his heart. Why?
Feng Yao didn't know why, but she felt panicked and uneasy.
"Luo Bing..."
"Yaoyao," Luo Bing's face turned pale, he was panting heavily, and his words began to break: "I, I didn't betray... It was L... L and this person... making a deal... ahem... you die
He gave the Pili Group to L... and the other two groups under his name... ahem... Yao Yao... Yao Yao... He has been deploying for this day for five years..."
Pili Group... It turns out that this man is Mo Weilong. And L, the leader of the Dark Night Empire who took her away from the orphanage, actually chose to kill her for the sake of profit.
"Yaoyao..." Luo Bing suddenly used all his strength to grab Fengyao's hand and smiled slightly, "I can't, I can't stop it... but I... I can accompany you... to die together..."
Feng Yao's heart was filled with indescribable complex emotions.
"I, I love you..." The hand holding Feng Yao suddenly let go. Those words seemed to use up all Luo Bing's strength. Feng Yao's head suddenly went blank, looking at Luo Bing's pale face.
The happy smile that broke out only made me feel a stinging pain in my heart.
Unspeakable anger.
Standing up slowly, the cold murderous aura belonging to the "Queen of the Night" spread quickly. The man glared at Feng Yao viciously and sneered: "Feng Yao, do you think I am really a fool? I installed remote control bombs, many, many.
The bomb is enough to burn the villa to the ground...Feng Yao, I want to go to hell with you..."
The man didn't care about Feng Yao, and pressed the remote control in his hand amidst his crazy and harsh laughter.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions resounded across the sky...
*****
In the haze, consciousness is scattered.
In the chaos, I could only feel the heart-piercing pain, which continued and brought back my scattered consciousness.
After struggling for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.
An old voice, mixed with shock, excitement, and doubt, trembled in the ear: "Miss?"
Following the sound, Feng Yao turned her head with difficulty. Standing in front of the bed was an old woman in her fifties, with silver hair, a wrinkled face, and swollen eyes full of tears.
"Miss? You're not dead? That's great, that's great. Thank you God for making you alive again, miss."
The old woman rushed to the bed excitedly, touched her head with trembling hands, and stroked her face with trembling hands. Her rough palms hurt a little, Feng Yao frowned and avoided her hands, eyes widening.
The indifferent cold light inside made the old woman's heart tremble.
The old woman retracted her hand stiffly, with a handful of tears in her eyes, and said, "Miss, let me help you lie down on the bed to rest. There are so many scars on your back, and it will be even more painful to lie down like this."
Feng Yao felt that her body was a little heavy and her back was burning, so she asked the old woman to help her turn over.