The man fell in front of Ye Zhilu's feet, his head bleeding, and she opened her eyes wide in horror... The blood flowed like strange ink onto her bare feet.
She shrank back, covered her mouth with her hands, and let out a shrill scream!
Lake and his men rushed over following the sound of gunfire, and they knew the direction when they heard the screams. When they arrived, this was what they saw.
Li Qiyu's body was stiff, holding a gun in his hand, and his long skirt was spattered with blood.
But she was still as lofty and holy as the Laurel Goddess, with no expression on her face.
"Help...Bo Yeyuan...help me..." Ye Zhilu covered her face and did not dare to look, shivering in fear, and the dagger on her shoulder stabbed deeper due to her twitching.
Bo Yeyuan's footsteps sounded as he walked toward her step by step, his eyes like two bottomless black abyss.
"Miss Ye, why are you here? Miss Li -" Lake was shocked, "Did you fire the gun?"
Li Qiyu's stiff neck moved, his heavy hand loosened, and the gun dropped to the ground.
She killed someone, but these people deserved to die! She wasn't even afraid of death, so why was she afraid of killing people?
Forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart, she smiled slyly and said: "Aren't they just a few dead people? Master Bo killed a few people. Are you surprised?"
Lake raised his hand, and all the bodyguards looked away to avoid suspicion, not daring to look at Ye Zhilu's naked body. After all, she was about to become the young mistress of the Bo family.
Bo Yeyuan pursed his lips tightly and took off his coat. His masculine energy passed over Li Qiyu, and he leaned over to cover Ye Zhilu's scarred body.
Li Qiyu's heart beat very slowly, and every step he took was like stepping on her chest - he walked past her expressionlessly, and she instantly fell off the cliff.
"Save me..." Ye Zhilu cried nonsense, being too frightened.
"It's okay, I'm here." Bo Yeyuan coaxed in a low voice, wrapping her up and holding her in his arms.
Li Qiyu's back was stiff, standing like a puppet, as if when he saw her injured, Bo Yeyuan held her in his arms distressedly, coaxing her in a low voice: Li Qiyu, I'm here, it's okay, I'm here.
But where was he during the crisis? She was so bad that he appeared and looked at her with such a look of judgment on sin!
Li Qiyu's body was crumbling, and he looked at Bo Yeyuan's leaving figure: "It's not me - do you think I was the one who hurt her?"
Bo Yeyuan's cold figure turned his back to her, and his dark voice came from hell: "Did I say it was you?"
It's like a silent accusation: Don't be too hasty to cover up.
"But that's what you think in your heart. Someone wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife, and I am also a victim." Li Qiyu's blood vessels pulsed suddenly, "I don't care what you think of me, and there is no need to explain to you, but I won't bear the blame! I
We won’t let the bad guys get away with it.”
It doesn't matter what you think? No need to explain to him?
Bo Yeyuan opened the corner of his mouth: "The only one who is still alive at the crime scene is you."
Li Qiyu's throat tightened, and a huge tearing pain rushed toward her.
She killed someone, but she was also afraid. She was so afraid that her whole body trembled but she pretended to be strong. She was so afraid that she wanted to shed tears but she only dared to show off.
But she just stood stubbornly, her back seemed to be straightened and unable to bend: "Why should I do this? What good will it do to me to hurt Ye Zhilu?"
"Enough of this revenge game -" Bo Yeyuan suddenly roared, his voice echoing throughout the corridor, "If you hate me so much, come at me!"
Li Qiyu's eyes turned red as if he had swallowed mustard, and he smiled so hard...