Gu Shuyuan later thought, if he could find Mo Cunxi's position that day and then a little more accurate, would the ending between him and her be better, or it would be better, or it would be better.

But, reality is always cruel, cruel.

“Um…”

Mo Cunxi groaned, and the shot was already in the back. He felt a pain. The gun in his hand suddenly fell on the floor. When the people around him saw it, they raised their feet and kicked Mo Cunxi hard on the back.

Mo Cunxi felt a pain, his feet became soft, but he endured his pain. When he raised his eyes, he saw Shang Tingxuan's extremely sinister smile.

"Pooh…"

Mo Cunxi lowered his head and spit out all the blood in his mouth. His hair was scattered in disarray on his forehead. He knelt on the ground, his hands were tied up, and his hands were tied up with a long chain, connecting them to the wall.

The whole room was dim, like a prison in ancient criminal law, with blood surging on its back.

His face was extremely pale, and he looked bad, extremely bad.

When Shang Tingxuan came in, Mo Cunxi felt extremely powerless even looking up. If it weren't for the extremely powerful willpower, she would probably have fainted now.

But now it's okay, but fortunately, I finally survived Shang Tingxuan's appearance.

The shiny shoes appeared in front of him. Mo Cunxi chuckled, lowered his head, the corners of his mouth were red and swollen, and he spoke in a low voice:

"Shang Tingxuan, it's hidden well..."

The voice was so misty that Shang Tingxuan thought Mo Cunxi was not speaking.

But he heard it truly.

Bending over and squatting in front of Mo Cunxi, Shang Tingxuan gently lifted Mo Cunxi's hair falling on his forehead, looked at Mo Cunxi's red and swollen corners of his mouth and blood, and chuckled,

"Mo Cunxi, you lost..."

Hearing this, Mo Cunxi still lowered his head, his face full of mocking expressions.

"Shang Tingxuan, your wife probably can't hold on anymore. W's drugs are so strong, she... I'm afraid she can't hold on for long..."

In the past three months, she has accompanied Shang Tingxuan to act. Mo Cunxi can clearly understand the things inside behind her back and everything about Shang Tingxuan.

I also knew that Shang Tingxuan was not married, but he had already had a wife at home, named Luo Mei, and Shang Tingxuan was childhood sweetheart. In an accident, Luo Mei was injected with drugs by Shang Tingxuan's enemies, and it was difficult to quit. Until now, I saw Shang Tingxuan running towards the backyard of the Shang family a few days ago.

I go to the backyard more and more frequently.

She knew that Luo Mei could not hold on anymore, so Shang Tingxuan was so anxious and asked them to study the special medicine as soon as possible.

But he never expected that Shang Tingxuan would lead Gu Shuyuan here.

Gu Shuyuan didn't know the situation of the Shang family, so she just went straight into the tiger's den, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The only thing I know is that the current situation is getting more and more difficult.

When Shang Tingxuan heard what Mo Cunxi said, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his eyes were full of viciousness when he looked at Mo Cunxi.

"Mo Cunxi, you should think about yourself..."

After a pause, Shang Tingxuan suddenly stretched out his hand and walked around Mo Cunxi's back. He pointed at the place where Mo Cunxi's quilt was hit. Regardless of the blood that would stain his hands, he pressed down on Mo Cunxi's wound. His fingers were pressed hard against Mo Cunxi's wound. Mo Cunxi suddenly clenched his hands into fists, biting his teeth, and trying not to make any sounds. Sweat on his forehead was flowing.

Seeing Mo Cunxi's tolerant look, Shang Tingxuan laughed very happily, but said in a deep voice:

"Mo Cunxi, sometimes I really hate your forbearance, and I feel that death in front of you is an ant, and it is not worth mentioning at all, but do you know? How important is life, to some people? How important is it? Every time I see the Jiangcheng Military Newspaper they sent, which says how brave you are, I feel very funny, really..."

As he said that, his finger had been inserted into Mo Cunxi's wound, groping for the existence of the bullet.

That look was like killing a small animal without any scruples.

The methods are bloody and cruel.

It doesn't bother you.

Mo Cunxi bit his lips tightly, and the blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the sweat on his forehead had also remained along the temples.
Chapter completed!