Gunshot…
Who fired the gun?
Shocked, unwilling, and struggling, Gongga Ningbu fell into the wide ravine behind him. His head hit the rocks in the ravine. Blood mixed with something white flowed out and meandered into the cracks in the rocks, staining the ground with white sand.
His hands were full of sins, and the kindness in his heart had long been devoured by evil. He had killed thousands of Tibetan antelopes and three volunteers. This serious felon was finally killed.
His blood was stained with sin. It was a blasphemy to the ground.
Yu Si, whose eyes were empty, was supported by Xia Jinyuan. Even the gunshot didn't pull her senses back. Her facial expression was blank as she slid down Xia Jinyuan's arm.
Xia Jinyuan let her sit down and shouted at Cai Yan, who was still talking to Tian Tian, "Cai Yan! Cai Yan!"
Xia Jinyuan was worried that the hostage would go crazy from fright.
This was not the first time such an example had happened.
