Chapter 2016

Feng Shaojin flew up and kicked Duan Changyu's leg, twisting his long arm with his palm, and pressing down hard, Duan Changyu was forced to kneel on the ground.

After only two rounds, Feng Shaojin snatched the gun from Duan Changyu's hand with lightning speed, and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Duan Changyu's head.

The situation reversed instantly.

Feng Shaojin sneered and put his index finger on the trigger, about to force it.

Mo Lingwei screamed: "Stop, don't shoot!"

Feng Shaojin stopped his hands as he said, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you begging me?"

Duan Changyu was dripping with cold sweat from the pain, "Miss, don't ask him, you bastard!"

Feng Shaojin picked up the gun and smashed it on the back of Duan Changyu's neck. Duan Changyu groaned in pain, and fell to the ground for a while without making a sound.

Mo Lingwei wanted to help Duan Changyu, but was held by Feng Shaojin's arm, and his thin lips came close to her ear, with a deep and hoarse voice: "Ling Wei, I don't like you talking with anyone other than me. The man tugged and tugged.

He almost took you away right under my nose, I'm so angry!

very angry!

If you go to help him again, I'm afraid I can't help but kill him. "

Mo Lingwei stared at him blankly, as if looking at a stranger.

"Shaojin, you were not like this before." The mist diffused from Mo Lingwei's clear eyes, and her voice was thickly nasal: "I begged him to take me out of Yuncheng, not him. If you want to take me away, let them go."

"I wasn't like this before? Oh, you also said that it was in the past, and the you in the past didn't even think about leaving me.

I don't need to kill them, but how can you guarantee that they won't take you away again? "Feng Shaojin's eyes were cold, and his tone was cold: "In the church, I can contact you. I really underestimated their abilities. "

Duan Changyu breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to stand up: "Miss, don't ask him, you bastard, if you have the ability to shoot me."

"Do you think this young master is afraid?" Feng Shaojin turned the pistol in his hand, "As long as this young master gives an order, all of you will be buried here."

Feng Shaojin put his long arms around Mo Lingwei's shoulders, "Lingwei, tell me, what should I do?"

"Let them go." Mo Lingwei burst into tears: "I'll stay, as long as I stay."

Feng Shaojin squinted at Duan Changyu, his thin lips slightly curled up, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his handsome face.

Duan Changyu was struggling on the verge of death: "Miss, don't listen to him. Even if this kind of person agrees to you on the surface, he still doesn't know what he will do in secret."

Mo Lingwei slowed down her tone, "Feng Shaojin, Mr. Duan is my brother's right-hand man, you let him go back to Jincheng, I will stay in this other courtyard with peace of mind, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Feng Shaojin's eyebrows turned cold: "What do you want?"

Mo Lingwei reached into her handbag, pulled out a dagger and pressed it against her neck: "You just want me to stay, don't you? If that's the case, I'll just stay. If you don't want to let them go ...Then I killed them, and I have no face to live in this world."

She used some strength with her hand, and the sharp blade sliced ​​open her slender, fair neck, and blood trickled down the texture of her skin, stinging Feng Shaojin's eyes.

"Don't mess around, I'll let them go!" Feng Shaojin's masseter muscles on the side of his face were tense, almost gnashing his teeth: "I'll listen to you, just let them go back to Jincheng, don't hurt yourself."

He smashed the gun he had snatched from Duan Changyu on the ground, and said coldly: "Get out! Those who brought you, go back to Jincheng, and don't appear in front of this young master again!"