But now that the enemy was targeting Fan Xiaoyu to threaten him, he truly found himself in a passive position. The time it took for him to turn around and throw himself over Fan Xiaoyu was more than enough for the opponent to kill her.
Fan Xiaoyu's face turned pale; this person was actually not a beggar but a killer, and now she was in the crosshairs of a sniper!!
She was so scared that her body started to tremble slightly, feeling as if the Grim Reaper had already placed the scythe on her neck.
Liu Wentian was highly skilled; could he save her?? Or rather, would he save her??
Thinking this, a mirthless, mocking smile appeared on Fan Xiaoyu's face.
No, he wouldn't save her. If he disregarded her, perhaps he still had a chance to survive. There was no reason for him to give up the possibility of living just for her.
