Chapter 343 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (62)

"I want your life."

Sheng Jinghua's voice sounded slowly, his tone was gentle and gentle, like a spring breeze, but what he said made Fu Yue's heart sink to the bottom.

Hearing this, the slender and beautiful officer slowly raised his hand, drew his gun, and aimed the black muzzle at his chest.

Snow White's fingertip pressed against the trigger.

"Qi Jin, I don't allow you to agree!"

Fu Yue's pupils suddenly constricted, and she raised her voice.

Sheng Jinghua's gun was still pointed at Fu Yue, and with his fingertips on the trigger, his clear voice sounded threatening, "Maybe you want to watch her die."

He suddenly smiled, and said slowly, "I'm not in a hurry to let you die, Qi Jin, how about giving up one of your own hands first?"

Qi Jin is a soldier, so there is no doubt how important hands are to a soldier.

Fu Yue roared angrily: "Qi Jin!"

The young officer with long eyelashes half down, pursed cherry red lips, pulled out a dagger from his waist, raised his slender white fingers, held the sharp blade, and tightened his five fingers.

The sound of sharp knives piercing flesh.

Fresh blood dripped onto the marble floor bit by bit, like blossoming red plums, strange and beautiful.

The fingertips were unable to hang down, and the blood stained the snow-white gloves.

Qi Jin raised his beautiful and clean eyes, and looked at Sheng Jinghua opposite, "You let her go, and I will let you dispose of her."

In fact, he had a chance to shoot Sheng Jinghua and kill him.

But Qi Jin didn't dare to gamble.

Even if there was a half chance, he still didn't dare to bet.

Because Sheng Jinghua's gun was loaded, all he had to do was pull the trigger lightly, and Fu Yue would surely die.

Fu Yue's eyes were fixed on Qi Jin's bleeding hand. More than once I regretted my carelessness, and endless self-loathing came to my heart.

She struggled to break free from the handcuffs that were fastening her. The slightly sharp edges of the handcuffs had pierced into Bai Nen's wrists, and the thick bloodstains were shocking.

Sheng Jinghua noticed it naturally. He squinted his eyes, and his long-suppressed emotions became irritable. He said quietly: "Why, do you love him so much? Su Chiyue, do you believe that I really shot?"

It's a big deal to die together, at least you will accompany me.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

At this time, two more people came to Paramount, one was Qin Shuhan, and the other was a girl, upon closer inspection, it was Su Yanran.

Seeing Sheng Jinghua pointing a gun at Fu Yue, Qin Shuhan shrank his eyes and angrily said: "Sheng Jinghua, are you crazy? How could you..." Hurt her.

Sheng Jinghua interrupted him, "Qin Shuhan, shut up, this is none of your business."

Su Yanran, who was hiding behind Qin Shuhan, stared at Sheng Jinghua and Fu Yue with the girl's dim eyes, and pursed her pink lips.

She came with Qin Shuhan, because she said she was Su Chiyue's younger sister and was worried about her older sister, so this man brought her along.

She was hiding outside the door just now, and she heard everything Sheng Jinghua said to this woman.

He likes Su Chiyue so much?

Like it so much that he would give up everything, as long as she is by his side?

Why, what's so good about Su Chiyue...Su Yanran really can't figure it out.

Jealousy is original sin.

Su Yanran knew that Sheng Jinghua would never kill Su Chiyue.

How can this be...

If her sister died, would he regain his senses?

The girl's lowered eyes gradually clenched into fists with the hand placed beside her. He secretly took out a gun from his coat pocket and loaded it without anyone noticing.

Facing Fu Yue, he pulled the trigger.