"No!"
Suddenly lunging forward, she knocked his gun off target.
Bang—
The gunshot rang out.
This shot veered from the heart and hit him in the shoulder.
Blood gushed instantly.
Mu Jingnan was still not willing to give up, raising the gun, "Sorry, missed."
The muzzle aimed at the heart, preparing to fire another shot.
Slap!
Situ Yunshu raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face, "You're crazy, don't drag me into your madness!"
Her body trembled with anger, her hand still shaking.
She didn't dare imagine if she had been a second slower, whether he would still be alive now.
Blood continued to trickle down, yet he had no intention of stopping it, blinking tiredly and asking feebly, "Yunshu, can this shot earn even a bit of your concern?"
"You brought it upon yourself, it has nothing to do with me."
The words, cold to the extreme, spilled from her red lips.
Mu Jingnan gave a self-deprecating smile, lowered his eyelids, "I understand."
