Dong Tianyang dodged the bullet and stood beside the wine cabinet in the living room.

Two corpses were poured down beside the wine cabinet. He looked at the ground with his eyes and slowly walked around the corpse.

"I can't understand anything?" He looked at Qiu Sheng, "Didn't you just want to twist my head and give it to you that drunkard father!"

"It's not just for this." Qiu Sheng pulled the trigger again.

The bullet did not hit Dong Tianyang, but hit the bottle of wine beside Dong Tianyang.

The wine bottle exploded and the glass fragments splashed.

Dong Tianyang covered his left eye, and a tiny piece of fragments crossed the corner of his eyebrows.

The wound was very shallow and short, but the blood flowed into his eyes, and the sight of his left eye turned bloody.

In anger, he rushed towards Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng quickly walked to the side and sealed the road ahead of Dongtianyang with his muzzle.

Dong Tianyang closed his left eye and blood dripped from his chin.

"This is the second time I have been in close conflict with people." Qiu Sheng said, "The first time was two weeks ago, and the anger in my heart drove me to attack a gunman from your martial arts school."

"I remember, that was a mediocre gunman." Dong Tianyang slowly moved forward.

Qiu Sheng slowly retreated.

He continued: "I realized a long time ago that the human body is so fragile that a small blow can kill you. So I don't have conflicts with others. If I really can't get around the conflict, I will teach him a lesson in secret and not let him know that it's me."

Dong Tianyang kicked the chair next to him and approached Qiu Sheng with the chair.

Qiu Sheng fired a shot and forced him back, and the chair hit his chest, and he took two steps back.

"You mean, you are a good citizen, and it was my daughter who forced you on this road?" Dong Tianyang bent his legs, lowered his center of gravity so that he could see the ground clearly and quickly pounce on Qiu Sheng.

"No." Qiu Sheng's facial muscles twitched, and he tried hard to control his emotions.

He said: "I'm talking about how timid and cowardly I was before!"

"Hahahaha." Dong Tianyang laughed, "I'm going to answer you like this."

"I have been different from ordinary people since I was a child." Qiu Sheng continued.

He avoided Dong Tianyang who was rushing up, moved the gun, and did not pull the trigger. Dong Tianyang did not dare to gamble and dodged again and again.

They turned halfway around and switched positions.

"I have never revealed my abnormality because I have no ambitions." Qiu Sheng was not explaining to Dong Tianyang, but to himself.

His voice rose: "It's even more because of timidity."

Dong Tianyang joined the narrative: "You students always dare not this one and that one dare not, and they have too many concerns!"

"No one can rule out accidents. The more you think about the plan, the more you feel that there are many things that cannot be determined. I can calculate the future, but the probability of the future coming will never be 1. An accident always exists!"

Qiu Sheng fired another shot, broke a bottle of wine, and a large piece of debris flew towards Dong Tianyang's neck, and he leaned back to avoid it.

"No matter how small the probability of an accident is in the calculation, when it happens, it is 1. My life is only once, my life is only once, I am afraid, I am timid, I dare not gamble, even if the probability of my success is extremely high!"

Dong Tianyang was gasping for breath, and the blood that had stopped began to flow again.

"So I did nothing." Qiu Sheng slowly walked back, "As long as I didn't do it, there would be no accidents."

"So you were targeted by Qinqin," Dong Tianyang suddenly retreated and hit his back against the wine cabinet.

The wine cabinet trembled, all the wine fell down, and one of the bottles hit his head. His face remained unchanged, staring at Qiu Sheng's gun.

"So I was fooled by fate." Qiu Sheng retelled Dong Tianyang's words, "At this time, I learned something."

"Accidents always come unexpectedly, there is no way to avoid it. What I can choose is to face it or hide it!"

He fired another shot, and Dong Tianyang rolled and dodged.

He was exhausted and the bullet hit his thigh.

Blood flowed down, flowing on the broken glass on the floor.

"So you come to me, I'm your trial." Dong Tianyang stood with his other leg.

He whispered loudly: "Now, I am your timidity! I am your cowardice! Only by killing me can you eliminate your fear of accidents! Only by gaining your confidence in action! Only by strengthening your belief in fighting fate!"

He turned pale due to blood loss.

He moved toward the wall, his shoulder against the wall and gasped.

He smiled, his smile was happier than ever before.

His eyes looked at Qiu Sheng with affirmation.

He said: "Qinqin is too impatient for work. If I were a little more patient, I would have pulled you into my boss."

"It's impossible." Qiu Sheng replied.

Dong Tianyang put away his smile: "You have one bullet left."

Qiu Sheng did not respond.

"You have a Hound pistol in your hand, and the magazine is 13 rounds. Including what you pressed in the barrel, there are 14 rounds in total. You have already shot 13 rounds!"

Dong Tianyang took a deep breath, and the muscles at his wound tightened, stopping the blood.

He stepped on the ground with his injured leg, and he placed one hand on his forehead and the other on his chest, reappearing his posture.

"I'm already at the end of my strength, but I can get two shots in non-fatal parts!"

His tone grew higher and his emotions grew higher.

"Your only mistake is to choose me as your trial! Come on, take the fear I give you, and always be addicted to cowardice!"

With the roar, he rushed towards Qiu Sheng!

He kept moving forward, turning a blind eye to Qiu Sheng's gun. He stepped through half of the living room, and the hand he held was trembling with excitement.

He opened his left eye, staring at Qiu Sheng's neck with blood-red eyes!

"Bang--!"

Qiu Sheng fired the gun and the bullet hit Dong Tianyang's chest. His head was easily avoided, and his chest was the safest shooting point.

Dong Tianyang staggered two steps and stopped. He lowered his head and looked at his chest blankly.

Then he raised his head and smiled proudly!

He lied that even if he was hit by the deadly part, he would still have the ability to act temporarily!

He stepped out his legs, his mouth grew bigger, his teeth were scarlet, and his palms could not wait.

There was a thud from the floor.

Qiu Sheng dropped the gun in his hand, revealing his right palm that he had been holding the gun handle and had never seen before.

In his right palm, holding a lighter, the flames were lit.

In an instant, Dong Tianyang's mind flashed through his mind and knocked down the wine cabinet and rolled around the wine.

The pungent smell of alcohol came into his nose.

"No--!"

Amid his screams, Qiu Sheng threw out the lighter.

The lighter landed at his feet, and the flames suddenly ignited, and the tongue of flames rolled onto his body.

"ah--!"

He wanted to rush towards Qiu Sheng, but his eyes were filled with flames and he couldn't tell the direction at all.

"Where are you!"

He rushes around and smashes hard.

Half of the living room was a sea of ​​fire. He walked to the stairs and the fence hit him. He kicked the fence down and fell to the first floor.

Qiu Sheng walked out from behind the sofa, he walked to the bedroom, picked up the pistol that Dong Tianyang had dropped, and came to the stairs.

Dong Tianyang was lying on the ground, the flames burned his flesh and heard a pungent burning smell.

He didn't move, his head tilted to the right, as if he had fallen down and folded his neck.

Qiu Sheng looked at it for two seconds and raised his hand.

The bullet hit the other side of Dong Tianyang's chest.

"Ah!" Dong Tianyang sat up suddenly, staring in the direction of the gunshot.

Qiu Sheng pulled the trigger again and the bullet penetrated his head.

Dong Tianyang fell to the ground, and the gunshot continued until Qiu Sheng emptied the magazine.

In the shadow beside the fire, Yi Qingqian poked her head out, she summoned the shadow, and the shadow touched Dong Tianyang's body.

"Dead." She came out of the shadow next to Qiu Sheng and said.

Dropting the pistol, Qiu Sheng sighed deeply.

His strength dissipated and his steps staggered, and Yi Qingqian supported him.

He felt dry mouth and tongue. Yi Qingqian handed a bottle of water, and the cap had been twisted open.

"Thanks."

Qiu Sheng took the mineral water.
Chapter completed!