"It's so nice... It's nice... My love for my concubine... It's so touching." Suddenly there was applause in the silent back hill. At some point, Gong Yurui, wearing a black woolen coat, was already standing not far from them. It was cold in the night.
He brushed it and blew air into the corner of his clothes. He looked handsome, indescribably noble and handsome.
Gong Yurui's lips curled up slightly, and his cold eyes stared coldly at Lan Xingchen and A Ming, who were holding hands tightly, as if they could burst into flames. Behind him were groups of bodyguards pointing guns at them.
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A Ming nervously protected Lan Xingchen behind him and looked at Gong Yurui.
"Young Master Gong Er, you make A Ming feel extremely ashamed as a man by doing such a stupid thing to a helpless girl. As a man, I am truly ashamed of you." A Ming
Gong Yurui snorted softly, with a look of disdain on his face.
A Ming knew that this time Gong Yurui would not let him go as easily as the first time. If Gong Yurui wanted to take his life, he must find a way to stop Gong Yurui from hurting Lan Xingchen before he died.
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Gong Yurui was not angry, but the bodyguards behind him all took a breath of cold air, and some were wiping cold sweat from their foreheads.
After following Young Master Gong for so many years, I have never seen anyone who dares to ridicule Second Young Master Gong. The person in front of me named A Ming is the first one.
"If I were you, I wouldn't say those unnecessary nonsense." Gong Yurui curled his lips and looked at A Ming with a sinister look.
After finishing speaking, Gong Yurui took out his gun at an alarming speed and shot A Ming in the chest.
A loud bang sounded throughout the silent night, and the birds and animals in the back mountain fled in panic...
"Ah Ming!" Lan Xingchen was shocked, keenly feeling that A Ming had been shot.
She smelled the strong smell of blood.
"Xingchen, I'm fine." Gong Yurui's shot deliberately didn't kill him, but it left him seriously injured.
A Ming held his bleeding chest and comforted Lan Xingchen.
Gong Yurui's eyes once again fell on A Ming's hand holding Lan Xingchen tightly, and he ordered the bodyguard behind him in a deep voice, "Take them both back."
Several bodyguards responded and approached A Ming and Lan Xingchen with guns.
"Xingchen, you have to take good care of yourself in the future." Seeing the bodyguards getting closer and closer to him, A Ming reluctantly reached out and pinched Lan Xingchen's pale face, as if to explain the funeral arrangements.
Lan Xingchen felt a trace of panic in her heart. She stretched out her hand to grab A Ming, but A Ming deliberately avoided her. After A Ming finished speaking, she covered her chest and jumped off the cliff behind her.
He knew that if he fell into Gong Yurui's hands this time, even if Gong Yurui didn't kill him, he would be tortured into human form by his men. If that happened, he might as well escape quietly...
"A Ming!" Lan Xingchen looked at the cliff where A Ming jumped, shouting with a tearful voice, and the sadness swept over him.
A Ming, who doted on her and protected her like a brother, left her like this...
Lan Xingchen squatted on the ground crying in pain, his hatred for Gong Yurui deepening once again.
"Gong Yurui, you have killed so many innocent people, aren't you afraid of retribution one day?" Lan Xingchen looked up at Gong Yurui's direction, her face not concealing the deep hatred in her heart.
"I don't believe in heaven, I don't believe in earth, let alone the retribution you talk about." Gong Yurui frowned and walked to Lan Xingchen. He leaned over, not allowing Lan Xingchen to resist, and picked her up to go back to the villa.