Especially Lin Qianqian felt dizzy and her feet were weak, thinking that it was over now.
He actually shot in front of everyone, and shot in the head.
This time I am dead, I am dead.
The two children were so scared that they rushed into her arms and screamed.
The passengers watching from afar were so scared that they turned aside.
The picture is too cruel and bloody, no one dares to take a look.
At that time, Yan Mubei stared at Shangguan Zhendong on the ground without blinking.
Watching the legendary figure's face all the subtle reactions when death comes.
He clearly saw that he was as strong and tough as Shangguan Zhendong, his whole body trembled like an ordinary person, his eyes widened, and he never breathed again.
Shangguan Zhendong was frightened, sweating profusely, and could not stop flowing down.
A long time later, he looked for air again and gasped: "Oh my god..."
Is he going to die?
Is he going to die if the bullet penetrates his head?
Why can't he feel the pain?
Is this a buffer period?
Is the pain slower than the brain's thinking?
The rising sun shot from his back, entangling countless dazzling halos.
Yan Mubei held the gun and slowly straightened his body. His tall and straight waist made him look taller and more vivid.
At this moment, Shangguan Zhendong felt that he saw the god, and he stared at Yan Mubei blankly.
Although the handsome and handsome face with a backlit face cannot see the expression on it clearly, it still makes people feel that momentum is like a rainbow.
"I won't kill you, I will keep your life and witness my happiness and your decay." After saying that, Yan Mubei turned around and walked away.
He helped Lin Qianqian, who was stunned by the fright, and coaxed her gently: "It's okay, let's go home."
"Yan Mubei."
"Cheer."
One big and one small, all his beloved people were thrown into his arms now.
Yan Mubei hugged them, gave them a soothing kiss, and gently patted their backs to coax them.
Deng Liang stepped forward and picked up Betty, while Yan Mubei held Colin with one hand, hugged his beloved woman with one hand, and left with a steady and calm expression.
Lin Qianqian frequently looked back at Shangguan Zhendong who was gasping and coughing, and found that there was no blood hole on his forehead.
And just now she did hear the gun being pulled down, the mechanical collision sound.
No, it is impossible that Shangguan Zhendong is not dead.
This, why is this?
Someone ran to Shangguan Zhendong and helped him up to check the scars on his body.
Everyone has the same idea as her, have they shot?
Why didn't there be any bullets?
Suddenly, Lin Qianqian suddenly came over, and she turned to look at her handsome face with tough lines: "Did you know there were no bullets in the pistol? You didn't mean to kill him from the beginning?"
How could a man who is like a god with a gun cannot know if there are any bullets in his pistol?
If he wanted to kill Shangguan Zhendong, he would have gone crazy and shot him again when there was no bullet.
But he didn't.
He just stood up and left indifferently.
Because scaring Shangguan Zhendong was his real purpose.
He just wanted to scare Shangguan Zhendong.
This man, under his powerful and hazy appearance, is a kind heart.
Lin Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to wrap his hand around his waist, buried her face on his shoulder, and took a strong breath.
The smell of sweat was covered with the smell of sweat, but it made her feel extremely warm and safe.