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You're afraid of death?

"Shang Jin!" Zhuang Ye's face darkened, a cold light flashed past his narrowed eyes, "Today is my good day, I am really not suited to joke around like this …"

The solid marble floor was dented by the bullets, with wisps of rising white smoke.

"Tell me, do I dare to shoot?" However, Shang Jin turned a blind eye to this scene. He only raised his eyes to look at Zhuang Ye, and a smile that was not a smile appeared on his eagle-like handsome face.

"You, you madman …"

Until Jian Ning was dragged onto the carriage by the bodyguard in black, even though Zhuang Ye's face was ugly, he did not say anything.

Sitting on the luxurious Rolls Royce, Jian Ning stiffly turned her head to look at the man beside her and struggled to shift his body away, hoping to be far away from this dangerous object.

Although she had left the hateful wedding as she wished, she did not feel at ease at all. Instead, she felt helpless towards the unknown.

In the next instant, the black muzzle had already reached her waist, and through the thin veil of her wedding dress, she could clearly feel the cold, inorganic touch of the muzzle.

Jian Ning was a little flustered.

"Second Miss of the Jane's house, what about it?" Shang Jin tilted his head to look at her, and an ice-cold luster flashed past the depths of his eyes.

At the same time, the gun muzzle followed the line of her waist and curved at her chest, dangerously lifting up her wedding dress. The ice-cold temperature made her shiver.

"I, I'm not …"

The effects of the pill were still active. Jian Ning opened her mouth and used all her strength to emit a weak moan.

"What happened to her?"

Shang Jin frowned, and when Song Ge, who was sitting in the front passenger seat heard this, he turned his head and spoke respectfully: "She has been drugged, so she has temporarily lost all ability to move and speak, and will be back to normal in about two hours."

"Tsk, tsk." Shang Jin turned his head and met Jian Ning's clear eyes.

"However, since Jian Xingfeng doesn't love you as much as the rumors say, then your value will be greatly reduced. Do you think I should …"

After pausing for a moment, he frowned in embarrassment. Only after a long while did he add, "Should I take care of you with a single shot?"

The ice-cold feeling pressed against Jian Ning's forehead. He looked at her as though he was considering the feasibility of his words.

Jian Ning opened her eyes wide, cold sweat forming on her forehead.

She had never thought that a smiling person would be able to point the gun at her head in the next moment, casually saying that he was going to take her life.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Shang Jin squinted his eyes, as though he was very interested in her reaction, his fingers slightly moved, as he had already loaded up the gun.

Ka-cha! *

The familiar voice seemed to have broken the taut string at the bottom of Jian Ning's heart.

There was no one who wasn't afraid of death, let alone her!

Remembering his mother still lying in bed, he felt a surge of energy enter her, forcing her to reach out and grab his sleeve.

If she died, she wouldn't even be able to guarantee that her mother would be able to live in the hospital for a week …