The moment the bullet was fired, Liancheng Yazhi's first thought was not to save his own life, but to think that Wanwan couldn't let this woman in front of him get hurt. She was timid and loved money, so she must be very afraid.
Rong Yan looked up and bit her lower lip as she looked at him. She was not hurt at all, but Liancheng Yazhi's hand and cheek had two fine cuts from the glass shards that flew out, but he did not care at all.
the wound on the left side of his face was not deep, and blood was flowing out slowly. however, it did not ruin his handsome face. instead, it made him look even more evil. his dark eyes were filled with excitement. yes, excitement. the rim of his eyes was slightly red, and the faint smell of blood awakened his body's desire to kill.
Rong Yan was surprised to find out that this damn stinky man was actually very excited about this assassination. Excited your head! A gun doesn't have eyes. This time, she had really been shot while lying down.
