The waves crashed and crashed, and when they hit the rocks, the waves flew up to several meters high.
The long bridge is made of wood, and the bridge frame is made of stone and steel. During the day, countless people walk on this romantic bridge and bathe in the sunshine.
In the evening, couples will come over and walk to the end of the bridge, as if they are at the end of the world, hugging and kissing passionately, enjoying the romance of the Mediterranean and feeling the blue style of the Mediterranean.
Tonight, no couple came because they had no way to come.
On the long bridge, Wei Mo actually knelt down next to the king step by step. He gritted his teeth and knelt down with a fierce and ferocious expression.
When he got closer and closer to the king, and finally saw his back completely, Wei Mo's facial muscles began to twitch faintly. Just looking at his back, his heart couldn't help but tremble.
Fear, fear came over like a tide, like waves hitting rocks. His knees were shaking faintly, and so were his hands.
It was the deepest fear in his heart, which he tried his best to hide, but once he saw KingJ, no matter how hard he tried to hide it or how crazy he was, fear naturally welled up from his heart.
It has already formed a conditioned fear. His body and heart are all afraid of the King.
"King, please forgive me." His back was no longer straight, but bent down, like a pilgrim, kneeling at the king's feet, "It was my arrogance that angered you, please forgive me."
,I will,never forget your generosity.”
"Weimo, I said, I will let you come here on your knees."
King turned around and looked at the other person with cold eyes and sarcasm. In his hand was a very small pistol, as small as a men's stainless steel lighter, "And my generosity will never be given to a madman."
A very thin sound, like the sound of steel balls bouncing, came. King had already pulled the trigger. In Weimo's shrinking pupils, with a very cold look on his face, he pulled the trigger.
The first shot did not hit Wei Mo's vital part, but his shoulder, the shoulder that carried Gu Chen over.
"You are very dirty, you shouldn't dirty her." When King said this, the coldness that had been suppressed in his eyes suddenly burst out, "Can she be touched by your dirty hands?"
Wei Mo only felt a numbness in his shoulder. There was no huge pain at first. It was only after King finished speaking that he felt pain, as if an electric drill was drilling through his shoulder. The pain was so painful that his body suddenly arched.
"Please forgive me, please forgive me!" He cried out, begging for mercy in pain. He seemed to see the God of Death standing next to him, ready to take his life at any time.
The second shot was fired, hitting him on the knee, "I told you, you have to kneel over here obediently."
King is not a compassionate man. If he was, King would not be the king he is today. Four consecutive calls would have destroyed Wei Mo.
Life is still going on, not gone. For Weimo, life is worse than death.
The blood flowed out, more and more like a stream.
Gu Chen stood by the reef, and she...heard his low voice, full of indifference, and heard...every word the man said.
"She is not your hostage. The last thing you should do is kidnap her! Also, she is very, very afraid of being on the ship. This shot will tell you what you really shouldn't mess with!"
