Leng Moyan stepped on Cheng Jieyu's hand." Is it this hand?" This was the hand that touched my wife just now, right?”
Before Ya Ling could stop him, Cheng Jieyu let out a heart-wrenching scream, followed by the sound of bones breaking…It was hair-raising.
Yaling covered her mouth and tears flowed down. She couldn't believe what had happened and kept shaking her head. Cheng Jieyu's bloody hands broke her heart into powder, and her entire body ached. His hand, his hand, the hand that he used to adjust the camera, the hand that he used to take the most beautiful pictures, the hand that he used to express happiness, at this moment, his hand was covered in a dazzling red! This red was too tragic, too heartless, and too cruel! Yaling started crying. If she could, she was willing to take his place and be punished.
"Leng Moyan, how can you be so excessive!”She broke down completely and pointed at Leng Moyan, complaining in a shrill voice. Her eyes widened as if she wanted to swallow the evil man in front of her. Her body trembled violently, and her teeth were clenched so hard that they made cracking sounds. Her knees went soft, and she knelt on the ground, her entire body emitting a thick sorrow. "Let him go, Leng Moyan. As long as you let him go, I'll do anything you want.”
She almost went crazy. Such a cruel scene appeared in front of her eyes, giving her always strong heart a heavy blow. After complaining, she lowered herself. As long as she could save Cheng Jieyu, she was willing to admit defeat to him!
"Ya…Ling, you…don't…don't…beg…him!”Cheng Jieyu's low voice sounded, transmitting his weakness.
She saw that Cheng Jieyu actually propped himself up and crawled toward her with difficulty. " Brother Jieyu, you..." Along the way, there were bloodstains all over the place. It was a shocking sight. Yaling couldn't bear it, so she knelt down and greeted Cheng Jieyu. " It's all my fault. I caused you to become like this. Brother Jieyu, I beg you, I beg you, please be fine. I beg you…"
Her cries turned into heart-wrenching grief. Yaling held Cheng Jieyu's fractured and deformed hand and cried her heart out.
"Yaling, don't cry." Cheng Jieyu sat up and put his uninjured hand on her trembling shoulder." I scared you. I'm sorry."”
He pulled her into his arms and forced a smile, trying to comfort her. A huge pain caused his smile to change shape. He could only hold her hand with his other hand to give her courage. Yaling was immersed in deep pain. She clung to his body, expressing her helplessness.
Leng Moyan's murderous gaze fell on the two people who were hugging each other. His body emitted the aura of a beast. He clenched his fists again, and his knuckles cracked. The scene in front of him stimulated his eyes, and his proud heart was cut open by knife after knife.
"Tong Yaling, come here!" At some point, Leng Moyan had pulled out a gun and aimed it at Cheng Jieyu's head.
"Leng Moyan, what else do you want?”Yaling used her small body to block Cheng Jieyu as she asked in a sorrowful voice.
Leng Moyan raised the gun in his hand, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face. "If you don't come over, I'll blow his head off.”He used his mouth to make a gesture? What?簦?? Final Hoop A fine ship? What? Ao! How can you drag Chu Huan Xin? Sulfuric acid Lan Xianke? What is it? Bad balls? What's wrong? Collapse? Ino-san!
The creepy laughter could only be heard in hell. Ya Ling covered her ears and refused to be immersed in this voice.
"Come here!" The demon waved at her, revealing a bloody smile and venomous fangs.
"Come here!" The devil opened its claws and reached out to her. The gun in its hand moved closer and pointed at Cheng Jieyu's head. "I'll count to three, one…" These words came out of his throat.
"Don't, I…come…over." With a pleading tone, Yaling stretched out her fair and boneless hand. Tears flowed down her face, but her eyes were fixed on Cheng Jieyu's broken hand.
Without any mercy, Yaling was pulled into Leng Moyan's arms. He held her body firmly with one hand and aimed at Cheng Jieyu's thigh as he pulled back the gun.
"Didn't you say…"
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"Ah…"
Three voices sounded at the same time. Countless liquids flew up in front of him. After the smoke dissipated, they fell to the ground, dripping red like plum blossoms...
Yaling saw a hole in Cheng Jieyu's thigh, and blood slowly flowed down, soaking his gray pants. "Didn't you say that you would let him go as long as I go over? How can you go back on your word?”Ya Ling straightened Leng Moyan's clothes and asked in a sharp voice. More tears wet her face and his clothes.
"I said I won't blow his head off, not his legs.”Leng Moyan blew at the muzzle of his gun and said coldly.
"You're simply a demon who kills without blinking. Go to hell!”Ya Ling scolded Leng Moyan angrily and pushed his body hard. He was like a mountain, not moving at all.
Cheng Jieyu lay on the cold ground, motionless as if he was dead.
"Brother Jieyu." Yaling wanted to help him up.
"If you dare to go over, I will really take his life!”Leng Moyan didn't make a move. His cold voice successfully stopped Ya Ling.
"Don't worry, he won't die. But I can't guarantee that he won't die from excessive blood loss.”Leng Moyan put away his gun and found a place to sit down. His face was indifferent. Killing someone to him was like strangling an ant.
Yaling's face was full of hatred. She gritted her teeth and hated the man in front of her. If she had a gun, she would definitely smash his head without hesitation! However, what she had to do now was not to let Cheng Jieyu die!
"Tell me, what do I have to do to save him?”More and more blood flowed out, forming a pool of blood on the ground, silently announcing the loss of life. She turned her head, afraid that she would lose her mind.
"Accompany me to the press conference and pretend to be a happy couple in front of the reporters.”
"Good!"
Was there any other choice? She gritted her teeth, and the taste of blood came from her mouth.
"Come here." Leng Moyan ordered.
Ya Ling was like a soul that had been unsheathed. She obediently walked up to him, her face expressionless. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and her hair was soaked in cold sweat. Her messy hair stuck to her back, shoulders, and the side of her face. Some of it stuck to her cheeks, stuck to her tears. She looked rather disheveled.
Her nightdress was wrinkled and stained with blood. It accentuated the sorry state on her face and made her look pitiful.
He reached out his long fingers and carefully swept the hair on his face one by one. He pulled her nightgown and Leng Moyan seemed to be in a much better mood. "Go take a shower, change into beautiful clothes, and put on some makeup. I'll wait for you.”
Turning around to look at Cheng Jieyu, who was still unconscious, Yaling stopped in her tracks.
"Hurry up and go. Don't blame me if you're too late and can't save him.”He patted her back and signaled her to open the door.#
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