Mo Xinran watched coldly as a group of people rushed in. There was obviously a commotion in the crowd. They did not expect that Yang Ming would come like this! He would force the palace in such an open and honest manner!
Hei Lianxiao smiled and held her hand. This time, Mo Xinran did not shake him off at all. She had even acquiesced in his identity as her fiancé.
She never liked to face it alone, but now that someone was with her, she was really touched.
The feeling of holding hands with him was something Yihan had never given her. At this moment, she suddenly had the idea that even if she died here with him today, she would not be unwilling.
"Xinran, are you afraid?"
She smiled and shook her head, "No, I'm not afraid."
Hei Lianxiao raised the corners of his mouth and looked at her lovingly, "I would rather you be afraid a little, and then you can hide in my arms."
"You are simply dreaming! How could I possibly!"
"It's indeed impossible." He lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
As long as he was here, there was no way he could let her get hurt. Even if the sky fell, it wouldn't be her turn to carry it.
As soon as she heard him say this, a warm current suddenly surged in her heart, and a certain string in her heart was lightly touched. It seemed that she hadn't felt like this for a long time...
"Yeah." She nodded and looked up at him.
Hei Lianxiao rarely saw her look so meek, and he suddenly felt that it was all worth it. He suddenly felt a little grateful to Yang Ming.
"You two actually still have the heart to fall in love! I don't mind letting you go underground!"
Many guns were pointed at them, but they looked indifferent, which frustrated Yang Ming!
"If you can beg for mercy now, I can consider it..."
"Consider your size! It's not certain that anyone will die!"
"Then I must let you die!" As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, his men all pulled the triggers, pointing their cold guns at them.
At this moment, Hei Lianxiao hugged her with both hands, his voice slightly hoarse, "Xinran, are you afraid?"
Mo Xinran shook her head, "If you're not afraid, I'll just die."
She doesn't care at all, maybe, what's more important is her.
"I won't let you die." He seemed to be making a vow, "Xinran, close your eyes."
That’s fine! Maybe you won’t be afraid of pain if you close your eyes...
But my head hurt abnormally, and various pictures began to flash in my mind...
"Peng Pengpeng..."
There were so many gunshots that she couldn’t count, but shouldn’t she feel that her body was very painful? Or that it was riddled with holes? But why didn’t she feel anything at all...
She opened her eyes and saw Yang Ming looking at the opposite side in disbelief. There were countless blood holes in his body, and blood started to pour out of each hole...
This scene was extremely bloody.
"You, you..."
Hei Lianxiao let go of her hand. The man who had fired the gun at them had already pointed his gun at Yang Ming. When he fell, those people knelt down respectfully, "Your Highness..."
It turned out that those people had been replaced by his people a long time ago.
"What's going on?" Mo Xinran looked at this scene helplessly, a pain hit her head, and she felt dizzy.