can not help

What kind of mentality Qian Shucheng had when he entered the door, he almost couldn't figure it out.

Things didn't work out like this, what went wrong?

He looked at the person who was sitting on the sofa, his expression remained unchanged even when facing a gun, and he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He suddenly remembered what other people had said before - Murong Ling wanted to die but couldn't.

Whether this kind of thinking started from knowing that my parents died of faith, or from knowing that the brother I trusted for many years is actually a thorn in the flesh is not known, but I can also think of a heavy blow. This young man has always believed in it.

Qian Shucheng watched Murong Ling's eyes turn from sudden anger to sadness little by little.

"Do we have to do this?"

Murong Ling: "What do you think should be?"

Qian Shucheng started to hold the gun unsteadily, and his voice trembled a little: "I'm neither deaf nor stupid, and I know exactly why my brother died."

Murong Ling sneered: "How can you be so sure that I didn't give Qian Shuning the glass of water with ingredients on purpose? You know how I treat you, and once you know that he is actually a 'wedge' sticking around me , What would you do if it were you?"

Qian Shucheng pursed his lips.

He stared straight into Murong Ling's eyes, trying to tell from his eyes how much of this sentence was true and how much was false.

But Murong Ling is not someone like him who can see through. All he can see is what Murong Ling wants him to know, and then shows him bit by bit.

Qian Shucheng's hand holding the gun slowly descended, and finally stopped at the position of Murong Ling's heart.

"So, why are you with me?"

Murong Ling's eyes didn't dodge the slightest bit, the overly bright pupils seemed to captivate the heart.

And his voice was as cold as his eyes.

He said, "When were we ever together?"

Qian Shucheng's heart was cold, and he almost pressed down the hand on the trigger, wishing he could just shoot this heartless man once and for all.

The 'heartbroker' who almost went to report to Lord Yan but didn't realize it at all remained indifferent. After taking off the mask called gentleness on his face, he finally became the appearance that everyone passed on.

Qian Shucheng really hated his appearance, so he pointed the gun forward indifferently.

"What the hell are you growing here?"

"Heh." Murong Ling was amused by his question, "You..."

'boom! '

The gunshots sounded like thunder in such a small room, and the dust on the wall was shaken and fell down.

Chu Yunxi did not go out with Liao Chen after Meng Youzhao and others took Liao Chen away.

He dragged Pan Shirong to sit on the stairs at the end of the corridor, while Shen Yuqing was temporarily requisitioned by Meng Yanzhao. Let alone whether he could give Liao Chen a comprehensive inspection in such an environment, at least he had to ensure that no one would be injured before the ambulance arrived. Died.

Chu Yunxi didn't care whether the thick dust on the steps would stain his valuable trousers, nor did he pay attention to whether the stones on the steps were rough or not, he just stared at the door with the faint light , until the gunshots sounded.

"Fuck!"

The voice was still echoing in the empty building, Chu Yunxi had already rushed over vigorously, followed by Pan Shirong, who was equally responsive.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the room, they saw that the two of them were standing and sitting one at a time, and the muzzle of the gun Qian Shucheng was holding was still rolling his eyes.

Murong Ling looked at Qian Shucheng with a calm expression. It took a closer look to find that there was still a trace of shock in his eyes that hadn't dissipated in time.

Without turning his head, he said two words in a barely audible voice: "Get out."

Fortunately, this place is in the suburbs, and the house is extremely quiet, so the two people who didn't know the door could ignore this sentence.

Chu Yunxi was still a little hesitant, feeling that the atmosphere in the room was really weird, but fortunately it was not Murong Ling who had the hole opened.

In the end, it was Pan Shirong who forcibly pulled Chu Yunxi out.

After the people left, Qian Shucheng finally put down the gun and moved his stiff wrist.

Murong Ling maintained the previous posture, looking at Qian Shucheng with some puzzlement.

The bullet flew past Murong Ling's temple just now, and it was a little bit off, and he might have been lying here.

So this shot, whether Qian Shucheng's operation was too unfamiliar, or he did it on purpose.

Qian Shucheng's eyes wandered, he was ashamed of his rubbish marksmanship, and he was speechless facing his parents.

Murong Ling: "..."

Murong Ling couldn't understand Qian Shucheng, maybe in such an atmosphere, he had to comfort him himself, telling him that it was normal for a novice to miss a shot, and the recoil of a gun is not something a novice can control, so don't be discouraged, you should strike while the iron is hot. a shot?

Another example is to tell him that if you aim at the heart, you can shoot directly to the heart. Shouldn't you raise your hand to his head?

Murong Ling shook hands firmly on the sofa, and swallowed the tumbling in his chest.

He dare not speak now, nor can he speak.

Qian Shucheng is still struggling with himself at this moment. He has already taken the first step, but he is hesitant about how to take the next step.

It was the first time he had fallen in love with someone in such an age, but he didn't expect that this road of love would be so bumpy.

He is not an indecisive person, but the other party is a very entangled person. He usually looks gentle and soft-spoken, and he can't pull back even eight horses.

Murong Ling waited for quite a while without waiting for the ultimatum, sighed secretly in his heart, first took a few deep breaths calmly, and then prepared to speak when he felt that he could do it.

As a result, when he didn't even have time to open his lips, Qian Shucheng suddenly opened his eyes, and looked back with straight eyes.

Murong Ling's heart trembled, are you here?

Qian Shucheng raised his hand to caress the hole on the sofa by Murong Ling's temple, and the scorched black substance immediately stained his fingers.

He rubbed his fingers, and put the black thing in front of Murong Ling's eyes.

"Look, is this what you want? You want to have a scorched hole like this in yourself?"

Murong Ling watched Qian Shucheng's actions, and subconsciously wanted to refute him.

If the shot had hit him just now, it would have left more than just a hole, and the hole would not have been scorched black.

At such a short distance, the bullets hitting his body would leave cracks around the hole, and hot blood gushed out of the wound like an explosion, but his body would only become colder and colder.

Qian Shucheng put the black end on his finger in front of Murong Ling, and his voice slowed down deliberately, as if he was telling a ghost story: "It's very simple for a bullet to go in and out, but doesn't it hurt when it hits you? You can still smell it with the tip of your nose." Isn't it disgusting to see yourself smelling like barbecue?"

Murong Ling looked up at Qian Shucheng suspiciously.

pain?Of course it hurts.

He had been shot so many times that he didn't need to use his brain to recall the feeling of the bullet entering his body. As for the smell of barbecue...he didn't notice it.

But why did Qian Shucheng mention this to him?

The sadness in Qian Shucheng's eyes became more and more obvious, and he carefully stretched out his hand to the cheek of the person in front of him, stroking up and down gently.

"A Ling, Liao Chen has already been taken away. You know the whole story better than me. What's the point of us doing this again?"

The black on Qian Shucheng's fingers accidentally stained Murong Ling's pale skin, and he tried to wipe it off, but the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became.

He frowned somewhat annoyed, he didn't like to see such filth on such a clean face.

Murong Ling didn't stop Qian Shucheng, and let him do unruly moves like a wooden man.

Qian Shucheng: "From now on, we will owe nothing to each other, okay?"

Murong Ling's half-closed and somewhat distracted eyes suddenly focused on an invisible place, and after a while, the dark pupils expanded again.

Don't owe... that's fine.

Murong Ling's eyes were finally closed, his mind was spinning more and more slowly, and all his energy was concentrated on the surge in his throat.

Qian Shucheng waited for a long time without waiting for an answer. He looked around Murong Ling's face and saw that his brows were tightly knit together, with a look of forbearance but did not dare to show it.

He straightened Murong Ling's body, only then did he notice that Murong Ling's body was trembling undetectably.

He knew how much Murong Ling could bear. He used to calmly comfort him when he was shot several times, but now he showed this expression and trembled uncontrollably because of how uncomfortable he was.

Qian Shucheng finally realized that something was wrong, raised his hand to push Murong Ling's slightly messy hair away, and felt cold sweat on his hand: "What's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?"

Murong Ling still didn't say a word, he didn't even open his eyes, he just leaned back feebly.

"Murong Ling! Where are you feeling unwell? I'll call you a doctor."

Qian Shucheng searched all the pockets on his body but couldn't find the phone, only then remembered that he probably came out too hastily and landed in the temporary meeting room.

"Chu Yunxi! Chu Yunxi! Pan Shirong!!"

He didn't dare to leave here, thinking of the two people who had just entered the door, he hurriedly turned his head and shouted, hoping that the two people didn't go far.

Chu Yunxi was still worried about Qian Shucheng, and kept kicking stones in the corridor idly, until he rushed in when he heard Qian Shucheng's shout.

"what happened?"

Chu Yunxi ran in front of the two of them in three steps and two steps. Seeing Murong Ling's pale face, he immediately suspected what Qian Shucheng had done.

It's just that Qian Shucheng's face was full of anxiety, and he couldn't see the element of acting at all, so he first suppressed this doubt in his heart.

Qian Shucheng supported Murong Ling in his hands, and didn't know where to start the matter, but time was short, and he didn't have time to think too much, so he said what was going on right now: "I don't know, he didn't say anything for a while. , I thought he just didn’t want to talk to me, until just now I realized something was wrong with him.”

"Aling..."

Just as Chu Yunxi wanted to ask what happened to Murong Ling, Murong Ling couldn't hold it back any longer, and the bright red blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, no matter how hard he swallowed, he couldn't stop it.

"Aling!"

Murong Ling finally reacted.

He grabbed Chu Yunxi, put his other hand on his chest, and said after a while, "Remind Meng Youzhao, don't forget what you promised me."

A mouthful of blood and a word seemed to have taken away all his energy, the previous calmness was long gone, he leaned powerlessly on the sofa, every breath brought him great pain, the frowning peak between his brows was gone again. I didn't go down either.

"A Ling, wait a minute! I'll call Shen Yuqing!"

Murong Ling didn't stop it, maybe he didn't have the extra strength to stop it.

After a while, a smile suddenly opened on the corner of his mouth, his pupils were a little lax but he still tried his best to stare at Qian Shucheng, and said with some difficulty: "Now I also give you a choice, do you choose to let me end the pain immediately, or want to let me end the pain immediately?" Seeing me struggle for a little longer before I die, how do you choose?"

Murong Ling knew that he was coming to an end, and he was still weak after all.