Seeing how stubborn he was, Yang Mufan didn't bother to talk nonsense to him. He shot Ji Lianjing without blinking...
The cold bullets, carrying the life-threatening aura of death, flew towards Ji Lianjing. When Ji Lianjing saw this, he instinctively turned his head to avoid the bullets. However, it was his evasive action that made Yang Mufan fearful.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Mufan aimed his gun at the wall, turned it towards the wall, and fired again. The moment the bullet hit the wall, it bounced off without any bias and went right into the back of Ji Lianjing's head.
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In an instant, the strong and pungent smell of blood quickly filled the tip of Mu Wanqing's nose, and at the same time, her vision turned blood red.
She stiffened her body, feeling the hot liquid spreading down her cheeks bit by bit.
While I was trembling with fear, I was also terrified.
The moment Ji Lianjing's thick body was erect to the end, she lost her support and was swaying a little unsteadily.
Obviously, what Yang Mufan did just now exceeded everyone's expectations.
In other words: Ji Lianjing had already passed away before they could figure out what was going on.
Compared with their shock and shock, Yang Mufan seemed much calmer.
He threw the silver pistol in his hand to a bodyguard next to him, then strode towards the corner where Ding Ding was standing, who seemed to be frightened by the bloody scene just now.
Without hesitation, he picked him up and turned around. When he passed by Mu Wanqing, he put an arm around her shoulders and pushed her out with a slight force.
When she was about to reach the door, Mu Wanqing, who had regained consciousness for a moment, couldn't help but glance back...
Seeing clearly that Ji Lianjing's whole head was a mess of blood and flesh, and her eyes were still open, the scene where she had just met Ji Lianjing appeared in front of her eyes.
He has a very single expression and is not good at talking or smiling. No matter how bright or hot the sun is, it still cannot melt the coldness between his eyebrows. However, when she does something right or achieves something, inadvertently,
, he would slightly raise the corners of his lips, smiling faintly, but it was particularly touching.
Mu Wanqing even thought about it: He worked tirelessly to help her and Mu Xiaoni make breakfast every day, and never complained.
In the past three years, she has often thought: Ji Lianjing really has no true feelings for her, is it all fake?!
If so, how can a person's acting skills and patience reach such a peak that they can be perfect without leaving any flaws?!
But, if it is true, then why was he so cruel and cruel to her back then...
In the extended Lincoln sedan, Yang Mufan remained silent, using a hot towel to patiently and carefully help Yang Muan wipe the stains on his face and hands.
Then, he took another set of clean clothes and helped Yang Muan change into them.
It wasn't until he turned into the handsome and cool young master that he usually was, that Yang Mufan turned around and looked at the woman whose face was covered in blood and whose expression was dull. But at this moment, Mu Wanqing's bangs on her forehead were covered in blood.