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Yan Anxi has lived for 23 years. He has always been a good citizen who obeys rules and regulations. It is the first time that he has experienced such a fierce gunfight.

Then there was a gunshot, and the chandelier in the study fell off the ceiling with a "bang" and broke to the ground. All of a sudden, it was dark in the study, only the light from the street lamp outside.

The light went out.

Mu Chi Yao holds Yan Anxi in one hand, stretches out one hand, fumbles for the penultimate drawer of the desk, quickly pulls it open, and takes out a gun from inside.

He reached back, loaded the bullet quickly, listened to the voice that only in the TV series could hear, and Yanxi's eyes were wide.

Now she can only say three words, that is the name of Mu Chi Yao.

"Mu Chi Yao..."

He skillfully held the gun, put his index finger on the trigger, and took the time to look at her: "hmm?"

"We Will it die? "

"Dead?" Mu Chi Yao cocked up his lips and said, "no one has this ability."

Yan Anxi licked the dry corner of his lips: "I'm sorry I, I experienced this for the first time, I...... "

Mu Chi Yao released her and raised her chin with the muzzle of the gun: "you just rest assured, unless I let you die. Otherwise, no one can touch your hair. "

"You, you, you..." Yan Anxi was so scared that he could not speak easily. "You put Take the gun away. Don't look at me. In case In case of leaving What can I do if I lose my temper! "

She held out her finger and slowly moved the muzzle away.

Mu Chi Yao asked in a low voice, "scared?"

"I've been scared!"

Outside the gunshot is still one after another, one after another, almost puncturing the eardrum. Moreover, there is no sense of pause, even more and more intense.

Sometimes she could feel the bullet hitting her desk, which made her tremble.

Her eyes were wide open, unblinking, looking at Mu Chi Yao, who was close at hand.

Her heart was about to jump out.

Mu Chi Yao has a look at her. If she moves, she will go out.

Yan Anxi saw this and quickly reached out his hand to hold him: "Mu Chi Yao, where are you going?"

Is he going to leave her here alone?

Mu Chi Yao also did not return to the head said: "someone in the window, trying to climb the window in."

"Then I Am I here alone? "

"Just don't talk."

"But I'm afraid..."

Yan Anxi said, his eyes turned red.

This is the most instinctive response in the face of death.

With such fierce gunfire, she always felt that the next bullet would penetrate her body.

She doesn't want to die, and she can't die. When she dies, her younger brother Yan'an Chen has no one to look after her!

When Mu Chi Yao saw her like this, he was in a trance and thought of the things a long time ago, and recalled the memories of the past.

He squatted down again, looking her in the eye: "you stay here, Yan Anxi, I promise, you will be OK."

Mu Chi Yao always speaks with confidence and pride, and his promise is more reliable.

Although on weekdays, he sometimes looks lazy and careless, like a rich second generation who has nothing to do. But at the critical moment, he is all her spiritual support.

Yan Anxi suddenly calmed down, and she slowly took her hand back from his corner.

Mu Chi Yao nodded at her to reassure her.

"Be careful, too," said Yanxi in a trembling voice. "I'll wait for you."

Mu Chi Yaowei nodded and flashed out.

Yan Anxi looked at his back. She didn't expect him to be so vigorous, not impatient, and steady as ever.

Isn't he afraid? There were so many shots, so loud and powerful that they were aimed at him.

Because he is the master here.

Yan Anxi suddenly had an idea in his mind that if Mu chiyao died today, he would be shot

There was a blank in her mind, and she didn't know how to think. The fierce gunfire seemed to be far away from her.

Yan Anxi suddenly went out from under the desk.

She didn't dare to stand up and half lie on the ground, but she clearly saw a figure over the window.

Those people broke the windows just for the convenience of climbing in, right?

Mu Chi Yao held the gun and fired several shots at the figure accurately, then hid behind the curtain.

He saw Yan Anxi and frowned.

How did she come out? Didn't she hide it under the desk?

Yan Anxi looked at his posture of holding the gun, so skillful. She also saw the figure on the window, so straight fell down, and then disappeared, not even a sound.

She swallowed her saliva and slowly crawled to Mu Chi Yao's side.

She has no strength to stand up. Her legs are soft. Moreover, she dare not stand up.

In case she gets up, she will become a live target for someone

"Go back." Mu Chi Yao's voice was deep. "What are you doing out there?"

"Mu Chi Yao, I don't care. I want to be with you "Ah!"

A bullet flew past her and Yanxi fell to the ground.

Mu Chi Yao looked at her and frowned to death: "what do you want to do?"

"I......" Yan Anxi raised his head again and was about to speak when he saw a man climbing in outside the window. He was very flexible and shouted, "Mu Chi Yao, someone, someone is over the window..."

But it was too late. The man quickly turned over the window and was about to jump down from the window when Mu Chi Yao opened the curtain with his fingertips and shot the man in the knee.

"Ah!" With a scream, the man fell down and the blood dyed the carpet red.

Yan Anxi's face was pale.

Mu Chi Yao fired several more shots at the man, strode out from behind the curtain, and stepped on his heart with one foot: "say, who sent you?"

Yan Anxi took advantage of this time, ran over quickly, legs soft as words, several times will fall.

She ran to Mu Chi Yao and found a little sense of security.

The dark muzzle of the gun is facing the man's temple. Mu Chi Yao's eyes are cold, and he begins to interrogate simply.

"Say it or not?"

"I......"

Mu Chi Yao asked in detail: "how many people have you come? Who's up there? Where did you come in? You seem to be familiar with the terrain of Nianhua villa. "

Yan Anxi did not dare to see such a scene. She was dizzy just to see so much blood.

She can only die, tight, more than ever before to force, holding Mu Chi Yao's corner, fingertips are too hard and white.

It's very dark in the study, only the faint light outside shines in, and the moonlight.

It's such a good moonlight that it should happen.