The dagger pierced through his body, spraying blood onto Li Qiyu's figure.
She was held in Bo Yexun's embrace, stunned for a moment…
The next second, the bodyguard with his gun took out the scar-faced man on the spot.
With the loud sound of the gunshot, Bo Yexun covered her ears, held down her head, and shielded her from looking.
Sheng Shinian's body bent down and knelt at her feet, his kneecaps striking the ground with the sound of snapping bones.
Li Qiyu desperately pushed away from Bo Yexun's embrace. It wasn't the first time she had seen a murder, she herself had died so many times; she thought she wouldn't be afraid of blood anymore.
When Sheng Shinian suddenly fell in front of her, her heart panicked.
"No matter what Brother Shinian did wrong, I don't blame him… He gave me the warmest world…" Little Qiyu pleaded softly.
Her gaze became distant: "Is he dead?"
