It was the first time Luo Qian saw such a bloody scene, and she felt a little scared. She never thought that such a bloody scene would actually be staged in front of her.
However, Ning Xiaotong, who was sitting on the bed, seemed indifferent to all this, coaxing the clothed doll in her arms to sleep while murmuring a soft tune softly.
The chaos in the courtyard was still there, but when Han Shaoqi's people saw that Song Gang actually fired, they all involuntarily took a step back.
Seeing Huangfu Lin and Han Shaoqi put their hands at their sides, the next step would be to press their guns between each other's eyebrows.
Luo Qian could no longer bear the continuation of such bloodshed, so she told Ma Zhao and Mrs. Tang to take good care of Ning Xiaotong and never let Ning Xiaotong go out.
It rushed out like the wind.
Kankan stopped between Huangfu Lin and Han Shaoqi.
Both of their guns were pointed directly at Luo Qian.
When Song Gang turned around and saw this scene, he immediately shouted, "Qianqian, what are you doing? Why don't you come here quickly?"
Luo Qian seemed as if she hadn't heard anything. She remained motionless, with her back to Han Shaoqi, and her eyes fell directly on Huangfu Lin.
Although her heart was full of fear of death, and she felt sick looking at the streams of blood pouring out, Luo Qian still persisted.
Huangfu Lin looked at Luo Qian indifferently, his eyes so deep that he couldn't see to the bottom.
But Luo Qian clearly saw the strong murderous intention hidden in Huangfu's eyes.
Huangfu Lin really had murderous intentions towards Han Shaoqi, even including himself who was standing in front of him.
Of course, Song Gang also noticed the coldness around Huangfu Lin, and looked at the motionless Luo Qian with some worry. His lips moved, but he wanted Huangfu Lin to say, "Brother Lin, Qianqian..."
Before Song Gang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Luo Qian.
He stared at Huangfu Lin's eyes that gave people invisible pressure without moving, and said, "Huangfu Lin, I know you love Ning Xiaotong very much."
"I also know that you can't let go of Ning Xiaotong."
Seeing that the expression on Huangfu Lin's face was getting colder, Luo Qian felt her lips and teeth trembling, perhaps because of the howling cold wind and Huangfu Lin's cold gaze.
Knowing that Huangfu Lin would not let go of Ning Xiaotong even if he died, but if this continued and the child was not found for a moment, the relationship between Huangfu Lin and Ning Xiaotong would become increasingly tense.
Ning Xiaotong will not recover for a day.
Han Shaoqi, who was behind him, frowned when he heard this and put down the gun in his hand.
Luo Qian's words were clearly helping her side.
Although Han Shaoqi knew that Luo Qian didn't want to see him, he knew that Luo Qian was thinking about Ning Xiaotong.
"But are you willing to look at Ning Xiaotong like this for the rest of your life?"
"Don't you want her to live happily? Do you still want Ning Xiaotong to experience the bloody scene in Paris, France again?"
Speaking of this, tears flowed from her eyes. Every time I think of Ning Xiaotong's current situation, the once bright smile and cheerful personality of Ning Xiaotong has long been a thing of the past. Now she is silent, distracted all day long, and in a trance, just like a picture.
The walking dead, with no trace of humanity in their bodies, are immersed in the world they have built all day long and cannot extricate themselves.
"Huangfu Lin, think about it, how happy Ning Xiaotong was when she was with you, but now, she is in a daze all day long, holding her doll in her arms and crying."
"Huangfu Lin, people can't be so selfish. Instead of Ning Xiaotong living unhappy every day in the mountainside villa, why not let her change the environment and regain her past self."