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Chapter 297 What should I do if my brother hates me? (34)

Therefore, when Mr. Watson had already been shot in the head, Liu Sirui's Lang Running, who was not flexible with his legs and feet, naturally became the most suitable next target for snipers.

"Get out of the way!" Whether it was Liu Sirui or Lang Running, it was impossible for Ye Qingcheng to watch them die here.

So, without any complicated thinking at all, Ye Qingcheng used all his strength to push the two of them past the shadow created by the big tree next to them.

Lang Running, who was carrying Liu Sirui, was pushed by Ye Qingcheng, and immediately, together with the people around him, entered the shade of a tree where it was difficult for snipers to target.

Unfortunately, Ye Qingcheng, who flew over to push the two of them, was directly hit by a bullet in the shoulder.

"Qingqing!" Standing firm in the shade, what Liu Sirui and Lang Running turned around saw was the blood splashed from Ye Qingcheng's shoulder.

"I'm fine." After being hit by the bullet, Ye Qingcheng still kept walking, but with just a dodge, Ye Qingcheng came to the safe place where Liu Sirui and Lang Running were.

The shoulder that was hit was bleeding continuously, and the pain came wave after wave. Ye Qingcheng broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he couldn't relax at this time.

Ye Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "Si Rui, wait a minute and you and Lang Running go there."

Liu Sirui frowned: "What about you?"

Ye Qingcheng smiled: "I have my own way, the three of them together are too eye-catching, you go quickly."

Liu Sirui immediately vetoed it: "No! I can't leave you alone."

Seeing Liu Sirui's worried expression, Ye Qingcheng said seriously: "Trust me?"

Seeing Ye Qingcheng's serious expression, Liu Sirui hesitated.

"If you don't leave, all three of us will die here!"

Lang Running pursed his lips: "Let Liu Sirui go."

Liu Sirui held Ye Qingcheng tightly with his hand.

But in the end he was taken away by Lang Running.

Seeing someone coming, Ye Qingcheng stood up and rushed out to attract firepower.

The bullet pierced Ye Qingcheng's body, and the tingling sensation eroded Ye Qingcheng's consciousness until finally he died.

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When Liu Sirui and Lang Running came back with their people, they didn't see Ye Qingcheng. They thought Ye Qingcheng had fled to a safe place.

Unexpectedly, it was Ye Qingcheng's body that greeted them.

"Qingqing?" Liu Sirui looked at Ye Qingcheng lying there quietly, the original white clothes on his body had all been smudged into bright red.

Liu Sirui rushed forward and hugged Ye Qingcheng's body.

"Qingqing, didn't you promise me that I would be fine? How could it be, how could it be like this?!"

Liu Sirui's voice was full of tremors, and the grief-stricken voice made Lang Running fall into endless self-blame.

Lang Running choked up and said, "I'm sorry, it's all because of me. If I hadn't let Su Su stay, it wouldn't have ended like this."

Liu Sirui hugged Ye Qingcheng quietly like that, motionless, as if he had lost his soul.

After a long time, Liu Sirui finally spoke.

"I don't blame you, but I want to thank you. If we had all stayed, perhaps all of us would have died."

Liu Sirui's eyes were glazed, making it impossible for Lang Running to tell whether Liu Sirui's words were sincere or not.

But he knew that even if Liu Sirui's words were not sincere, what right did he have to question, because he was the "culprit".

In the next few years, Liu Sirui seemed to be a different person.

All the prisoners in that incident were cruelly punished by Liu Sirui.

Looking at Liu Sirui who was getting thinner day by day, Lang Running felt an indescribable sense of guilt.

Until the day of Ye Qingcheng's memorial day, Lang Running found Liu Sirui's body without temperature after committing suicide in Ye Qingcheng's cemetery.

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Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Lang Running has gained a new relationship, but he still can't let go of the past.

"Father, why do you let our family come here to worship these two people every year?" Lang Running's three-year-old son asked puzzled.

Lang Running rubbed his son's head: "Because they saved me once."

"So this is ah."

(End of this chapter)