C168

You can't compare

Liang Yin completely lost control of her emotions under Mu Huainan's words.

She pulled herself up like a comical psychopath.

She had seen everything, and had even gone through life and death situations with Mu Huainan before. She had learnt how to have a heart of stone at the age of twenty.

It was as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and grievances he had gone through over the years.

But Mu Huainan was cold as usual, even though they were so close, but he was still the high and mighty He Fang's Owner.

She was nothing, not even his woman.

Mu Huainan's mouth continuously bled, and the blood on his forehead also congealed, forming a dark brown scab.

Liang Yin frantically wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. She was getting closer to him, getting closer and closer …

Her phoenix-like eyes slightly raised as she saw the man near her, and she held his face in her hands. In tears:

"You know, I've never been so close to you before."

Liang Yin was so excited that she could not bear to let go of his hands. She did not know what she did other than hold his face, but she trembled as she looked at him while crying. In the end, she simply bent over and pressed her cheek against his.

Closing his eyes, a line of clear tears slowly fell.

The silence in the room was broken once again by the sound of gunfire.

I had never felt such a terrifying sound of gunfire for a moment.

It caused the air to freeze and suffocate.

Liang Yin's heart was filled with red blood. She was not in Mu Huainan's embrace, but was instead hugged by Fu Chen who crazily pounced on her after losing his spear.

When he held her, Liang Yin hadn't died yet.

The temperature of Fu Chen's fingertips still remained on the smoking spear.

He held her, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"A'yin, I can't see you in such pain. Mu Huainan won't love you, he will never love you." A'yin, I can't see you in pain, Mu Huainan won't love you.

Liang Yin could not help but twitch in Fu Chen's embrace. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she was unable to speak. She could only look in horror at the man who thought he had saved her.

"If you love Mu Huainan so sorrowfully and suffer for the rest of your life, you might as well end this pain right now."

As Fu Chen spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked at Mu Huainan who was leaning against the bed.

"Ninth Master, I know I've let you down. I will come and pay you back in my next life for all the grudges and grudges."

Then, slowly, he lifted the girl in his arms, his cheek against hers, and slowly raised the gun to his temple. His voice was surprisingly calm as he said, "Yin, I told you, I will always be by your side."

I knew what he was going to do, so I scrambled to my feet. "No!"

However, he was still unable to stop the gunshot.

"Bam!"

Flesh and blood, two lives in one shot.

Fu Chen hugged the girl that he loved, one of them having his eyes closed while the other one had his eyes opened wide.

Mu Huainan raised his hand and struggled to reach his side, closing Liang Yin's eyes.

He covered his mouth with one hand and began to cough heavily.

The stench of blood in the room was too strong for him, and I knew he wasn't suffering from it. I struggled out to help her up, but he was too weak, and his hands hung limply on the floor, his head limp against my shoulder, his breath coming in gasps.

After so long, I finally met him. Halfway through my thoughts, I quickly took a bottle from my pocket and fed it to him.

This was made for me by the doctor of the hospital, not Fu Chen's bottle.

"Someone, come!"

Countless people rushed in from the outside in an instant. When they saw the situation in the room, they were all stunned.

Those people who were used to standing by Wei Jian's side all fell when they saw their boss who they supported. One by one, they fell to their knees on the ground.

I helped Mu Huainan up and sat him on the bed. He was still leaning on me without any strength left.

"All of you have decided on your own."

Mu Huainan had never allowed himself to betray his, he could not leave a single grain of sand in his eyes.

I helped him out. Someone had prepared a carriage outside, and without Fu Chen and An Fang, there was no one who could be trusted. They would have to go to the hospital.

I think we'll have to go straight to the surgery. His illness won't last for long.

I supported Mu Huainan together with a few of my subordinates. His entire body was pressed against our bodies, his head was lowered, and he was extremely weak.

The one who suddenly rushed in was Wei Jian's ten-year old son, Wei Qing.

He held the gun, but his eyes were bloodshot at such a young age. He knew that his father had died horribly. His eyes were completely red from anger.

He rushed over without saying anything. Whoever stopped him, he would destroy.

That fearless appearance was truly different from his father.

I don't know where the kid's mother went. But he was. There was only one person who dared to seek revenge on Mu Huainan with just a spear.

It was obvious that he was going to risk everything to avenge his father. At his age, he still did not know how to consider life and death.

The people from An Fang had killed without batting an eye. They only thought of threats and safety, and did not care how old he was. As long as there was a threat, they would kill him without considering it.

Moreover, his father wasn't killed by Mu Huainan. I wanted to go over to him and tell him the truth, and also wanted to protect him from being harmed by the other An Fang members.

However, Wei Qing had long been in extreme grief, and couldn't hear anything at all.

He aimed his gun at me, aiming it directly at me in the next second.

In the last moment, without knowing where Mu Huainan got his strength from, he rushed over and carried me in his arms, his back facing the rain of bullets.

His body was like a wall, protecting me from everything.

Just as he had nurtured me all these years, he had used everything he had to construct a happy childhood for me, and all these years I had never known why he was so indifferent, because he was living such a rough life.

I heard the successive shots, the increasing number of people, the shouts of the child, his struggles, and the final strangulation.

Until the last moment, when everything went quiet, there was a loud bang in my head and a lot of debris drifted over, and I knew very well that this time, he really wasn't going to make it.

I felt the warm liquid flowing behind him and lifted my hand. It was bright red.

His body softened a little, until he was sitting on the cold ground. I held his face in my hands.

"Uncle Huainan... You can't die. Please... "You can't die …"

I didn't know what to say, and I didn't know how to keep him. I was at a loss, and even when he was threatened by Wei Jian, I wasn't this afraid, because I was prepared to die with him. But this time, he's going to die because of me.

I trembled all over, urging the people beside me to call for help. I hugged him, his body was as cold as always, but today, it was really getting colder and colder.

This time, he was truly exhausted. He sighed several times before being able to utter a single word. However, these words contained only the words he wanted to say more.

"I'm sorry..."

I held his face in my hands, the tears mixing with his, my throat sweet.

"Don't die, one last time …" Can I beg you to hold on … "

It was so noisy that I saw his mouth open and close a few times, but I couldn't hear a thing.

I leaned close to his ear, and all I could feel was the warmth of his breath.

The aura was getting colder and colder and then disappearing bit by bit.

I held on to him until I couldn't shed a tear before I heard the ambulance outside.

Mu Huainan seemed to have accumulated more strength. he whispered in my ear.

"Who's 99?"

In such a dying moment, he asked me the question that froze me there.

He knew of the existence of Jiujiu.

I couldn't say a word. I stared into his cloudy eyes, losing consciousness a little, and when the ambulance came, the nurse came down with the stretcher and took him away, and I followed him to the back of the car, where I was finally stopped by the nurse and shouted at the car.

"If you survive, I'll tell you!"

He was taken away by the doctor, and things were in chaos with An Fang. I can't collapse yet, I still have to shoulder the burden of Mu Huainan.

God is always fair, the pain and tears he helped me to endure all those years ago, and now, in the moment of his fall, let me have a taste of them as well.

That child called Wei Qing, was only ten years old. He had personally experienced his father's death, and now, controlled by An Fang, his eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot. Tears welled up in his eyes, unwilling to give in.

The first shot was aimed at him. I shouted.

"Stop!"

Mu Huainan's life or death is uncertain, so those people who are afraid of him, naturally give me some face.

"Let him go."

"But Miss Lu, he …"

"I know you don't believe me, but you have to be reasonable." I walked over and squatted in front of Wei Qing: "You didn't see your father's death with your own eyes, so you shouldn't blame it on Mr. Mou. Your father wasn't killed by Mr. Mou.

He stared at me, his eyes, somehow familiar.

His stare scared me.

"Just you wait, I'll be back!"

I told my men to let him go and send him out.

That small back, stubborn, stubborn, faintly with loneliness and pity, I always think of my own children.

They were different, but they were the same.

Neither of them could experience fatherly love. They were both lonely and strong.

But right now, I don't know if it's good or bad for Mu Huainan to know the whereabouts of Jiu Jiu.