Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Han Yanguang's heart was born on the right side, if not, he would have died more than ten years ago.

"You shoot. Let's compete, whose gun is faster." After speaking, Han Yanguang took out another pistol from his left trouser pocket, which was more delicate than before.

And Wen Wenyao could tell that Han Yufeng actually didn't have the strength to fire a second bullet, because one of his fingers was shaking slightly.

Of course, this change could not be hidden from Han Yanguang's eyes. He smiled contemptuously and was about to pull the trigger slowly.

But at this moment, Wen Wenyao suddenly called out, "Why are you here?"

"Who?"

Han Yanguang suddenly turned his head away, unexpectedly, Wen Wenyao suddenly flew onto him, pressing his hands tightly with both hands, and the two fell to the ground hugging each other.

"Xiao Yao! Be careful!"

At this moment, Han Yufeng felt that his heartbeat started to become irregular again, his eardrums were throbbing, and his eyes also turned black.

"Xiao Yao! Watch out for his hands! His gun is still in his hand!"

Wen Wenyao didn't turn his head, just nodded, and quickly used all his strength to suppress his right hand holding the gun, and used the other hand to break his fingers.

But how could Han Yanguang let him succeed?Besides, the strength levels of the two are not at the same level at all.

So soon, Wen Wenyao was at a disadvantage.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Han Yufeng watched anxiously, breaking out in cold sweat, but there was nothing he could do for a while.

Because Wen Wenyao was pressing on Han Yanguang's body, and the two of them were moving around, he couldn't find a chance to shoot any part of Han Yanguang's body.

Seeing the time passing by every minute and every second, the situation turned out to be deadlocked.Han Yufeng almost wanted to ask Wen Wenyao to tilt his head and hit him on the forehead himself.But he knew that if he continued, he would be doomed forever.

Is it because of self-defense that he kills?No, the technique of hitting the eyebrows is too professional, if you are not careful, you will be judged to be an intentional homicide. There are two reasons, there is no proof of death and there is no surveillance here.

Unclear, really.

As soon as Han Yufeng closes his eyes now, he can think of the scene where he was sitting in a small black room and being interrogated by several family elders in turn more than ten years ago.

What Han Yanguang said was right, if it wasn't for the fact that the Han family didn't care much about the life and death of this prodigal son, and he disguised his rhetoric perfectly.

I am afraid that what awaits him is death.

what to do?Not much time left for himself, he thought.

Just when Wen Wenyao's strength was exhausted, he calmly ordered, "Xiao Yao, bite his neck."

At this time, Wen Wenyao's brain could no longer function autonomously, and all his thoughts were to suppress him. He almost instinctively carried out Han Yufeng's instructions, and when Han Yanguang turned his head away, he opened his mouth and bit his neck fiercely.

Han Yanguang said "ah" and let go of his hand, which was his chance.This time, he grabbed Han Yanguang's wrist almost without hesitation, pinched his life, and finally forced him to let go of his hand completely.

The pistol fell to the ground.

This is his great opportunity.

He quickly grabbed Han Yanguang's hand that was going to reach for the pistol with one hand, and wanted to push the pistol down the corridor with the other hand.

At this time, Han Yufeng finally found the right opportunity, he first fired a shot at the floor, and the huge impact caused the gun to fall directly to the first floor.

Both of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the crisis has not been resolved, because Han Yanguang stared at the void under the railing, and instantly revealed a vicious look in his eyes like a hungry wolf, which made Han Yufeng shudder.

Sure enough, he struggled to break free from Wen Wenyao's hand, and grabbed his neck suddenly with his own hands.

And because of his bad posture, he also turned the direction of the two of them, which was the beginning of his loss of reason.

Almost without hesitation, Han Yufeng shot him in the hands, legs, and back of the waist, until the bullets were completely exhausted.

Han Yanguang fell silent for a moment, lying on Wen Wenyao's body in a deadpan state, and there was still some sticky blood, which fell on his body and soaked his clothes.

"..."

Wen Wenyao exhausted all his remaining strength, pushed the person aside, and then lay on his back on the ground, panting for breath.

"He...is he dead?" He couldn't finish his words now. In fact, his heart was beating very fast, as if it was about to pop out of control in the next second.

"Not dead, but..." I'm not fine.

Han Yufeng couldn't speak any more after he had finished speaking. He even had time to look at Wen Wenyao before falling down unexpectedly.

"A Feng!!!"

Wen Wenyao couldn't make it through, he could only watch his lover slumped silently on the wheelchair with his eyes closed, and the sound of the pistol falling to the ground was very clear at this moment.

"Afeng...wait for me...Afeng...you'll be fine..." Wen Wenyao's hands and feet are soft now, and he has no strength at all, but he still crawls hard on the ground, trying to get close to Han Yufeng.The usual distance of one step, two steps, and three steps seemed so far away to him now.

Finally, before he reached his limit, he hugged his lover.

"My dear, wake up...don't scare me..."

He knew... He knew that something would happen... The tense heartstrings for a long time, shooting guns continuously, and even forcing himself to straighten his back, which one can the current Han Yufeng bear?

He can last until now before fainting, which is already very powerful.

But this time is different...

Wen Wenyao's sixth sense told him that Han Yufeng's fainting this time was not caused by prostration, nor was it because of a sudden loosening of the string.Because from just now until now, his lips have been showing a deep purple color, which is the expression of extreme hypoxia.

Who will save him... Who will save his Ah Feng... Yes, the phone!Where's the phone?

Just as Wen Wenyao was holding Han Yufeng in one hand and searching for the phone in his trouser pocket with the other, there were chaotic and forceful footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs.

It was Wen Yehua who finally came up with their own medical team and two rows of men in black.

"Why did you come here..."

As if seeing a savior, Wen Wenyao finally let the tears he had endured for a long time fall.

"Put him down!"

So several people hurried forward and carefully lifted Han Yufeng from the wheelchair to the ground, letting him lie flat.

"Would artificial respiration be possible?"

"what?"

"You don't have to do anything, just give him breath."

"I...I will..."

So two doctors took turns pressing his chest, and then Wen Wenyao followed their rhythm and lowered his head for artificial respiration.

It didn't know how long it took before the purple color of Han Yufeng's lips gradually faded, but the overall situation was still not optimistic.