Xiang Tianqing nodded slightly, her eyes still fell in the mirror: "hi..."

A love has not been said, but he saw her face suddenly pale incomparable, skin transparent actually not a trace of blood color, a pair of beautiful eyes is rising a dense mist, dead staring at the mirror in front of him, the smile on her face is also a little disappeared.

Yin Shaolong's eyebrows could not help wrinkling: "what's the matter? Is there something wrong? "

Xiang Tianqing still stood there, without giving him any response, but he clearly saw himself in the mirror, a dazzling scarlet blooming on the white wedding dress

In the chest position, from the size of the ring, gradually expand, purplish blood along the smear of the center, more and more big, the color of the blood is more and more deep, from the initial pink little bit to dark, and then you can see drops of blood trickling down the chest

Originally plain white gauze, instantly plated with a touch of scarlet, across the distance, she could feel the pungent and fishy smell of blood, which made her feel nauseous.

The figure in the mirror gradually evolved into another scene. On a piece of wilderness, a man was pointing a black pistol at his head, which seemed to be threatening something.

And the object of his threat, obviously not others, is the man standing beside her at the moment - Yin Shaolong.

"I didn't expect that you were also interested in her. If you like it, you can leave it to you. If you have enough fun, you'd better send someone to send it back to me. After all, she is still of some use to me."

He opened his mouth carelessly, still with a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't care about her life or death.

Xiang Tianqing's eyes have been dead on Yin Shaolong in the mirror, but every word in the beautiful lips has turned into a poisoned, extremely sharp dagger, deeply penetrating into her heart, which makes her eyes involuntarily moist.

The words fell, he then turned to leave, trapped her man is not reconciled, once again opened his mouth to threaten something.

Yin Shaolong turned his head, his eyes fell on Su Mohan, raised his eyebrows, and said with some regret: "I turned around and walked out of the whole three meters. I didn't expect you to shoot all the time. It seems that the third younger brother is still not decisive enough to teach you well for elder brother."

She was distracted to listen to what he said, so determined and merciless eyes that she could hardly regard him as the same person as the man who had been with her during this period of time.

But before she could recover from his heartlessness.

"Bang! Bang

With the piercing sound of two guns, Yin Shaolong slowly lowered her silver pistol. A wisp of smoke from the muzzle of the gun, as well as the two remaining ballistics in the air, made her shiver.

She can't help but tremble, looking at a little bit of red on the white yarn, her eyes can't help but red.

The sound of two gunshots seems to have cracked the huge floor mirror in front of him at the same time. The originally spotless mirror seems to be full of spider like cracks at the moment. But the one who wears a white yarn, with a smile in his mouth, gradually falls into a pool of blood, with only his back in his eyes

Ruthless and resolute.

"It's fine. What's the matter with you?" Yin Shaolong, standing in front of her, put his hands on her shoulder and shook her gently, with a touch of anxiety in his voice.