Leng Qianye and Mo Feixue looked very close to Yichen. He walked step by step with heavy steps. His eyes were full of Mo Feixue. Her face was very poor and she lost a lot of weight.

I don’t know what torture Mo Feixue has suffered at Leng Qianye’s house in the past month and has made her lose weight so much, so I felt a little more determined to take her away.

Yichen reached out to Hu Qiang, and Hu Qiang took out two documents from his bag and handed them to Yichen. Yichen picked up one of the documents and wrote his name a few times. He threw the other document to Leng Qianye.

Around me.

"This is our life and death contract, and I have signed it."

Leng Qianye just scanned the contents of the document and signed his name vigorously.

Mo Feixue was frightened to see it. Are they really here? He even signed a life-and-death contract.

"Don't compare." Mo Feixue's courage came from somewhere and shouted out.

"Mo Feixue, just sit and watch it." Leng Qianye touched Mo Feixue's head like a puppy, and his tone was actually very gentle.

"Feixue, don't worry, I will win." Even at this moment, Yichen was still full of confidence. He could not lose for Mo Feixue and Niannian.

"Yichen..."

"Gao Li, come up with the gun." Leng Qianye's voice overshadowed Mo Feixue's voice.

Gao Li came over with two brand new pistols. Mo Feixue was so anxious when he saw the gun. Why did they use such an extreme method to bet on their life in the competition?

Gao Li handed a pistol to Leng Qianye and another pistol to Yichen. Both of them began to check the guns in their hands. There was only one bullet in the two guns. They decided to win and lose in one game, so

This bullet is still important.

The two of them had almost checked the gun at the same time, and they all had a calm smile on their faces. In their eyes, it seemed that this was not a life-and-death battle.

"Can you start?" Yichen asked first.

"Of course it's OK." Since leaving the Unknown Island, Yichen has been the first person to dare to challenge his gunshot skills. This made him a little excited. If Yichen dies, then Mo Feixue will not love him anymore.

The complete one is yours.

Leng Qianye and Yichen stood up, raised their guns and pointed them at each other, staring at them, their eyes staring ahead, and their eyelashes had not moved. The air around them was terrible, and a storm was about to come.

Mo Feixue was about to get up and walked forward Gao Li stopped her, "Just Leng has instructed you to sit here."

Mo Feixue had no strength in her body, but she was no match for Gao Li. She had to sit down, but her eyes looked at Yichen, and she was so anxious that she was almost dying. What should I do? Why no one stopped them?

"start."

With a command, Leng Qianye and Yichen fired at the same time. Of course, this gun had no sound. Two bullets were shot at each other at the same time. Both of them quickly dodged the bullets, but

Yichen had to struggle when dodging bullets. The bullet just passed through his shoulder. If it weren't for dodging in time, his right shoulder would have been ruined.

Mo Feixue's heartbeat was about to stop watching. Yichen was fine, they were not injured, so there was no need to compare.

"Get another bullet." Leng Qianye and Yichen almost spoke in unison, saying that there was only one person between them who could get out of the ship.

Mo Feixue's slightly calmed down heart wafted again, and they were even more inclined to compare.

"Don't compete." Mo Feixue roared, her body trembling. Yichen had already escaped from death just now. She didn't know if Yichen could dodge this bullet this time.

"Feixue, I said I will definitely take you away." Yichen gave Mo Feixue a gentle smile. He wanted Mo Feixue not to worry and to believe him.

"Mo Feixue, I said that you were just watching the show today." Leng Qianye opened his thin lips lightly, but his words were lethal, which forced Mo Feixue to sit on the chair again.

Gao Li came and gave two bullets to Leng Qianye and Yichen. They checked the bullets and loaded the guns. The two of them aimed at each other again. This time one of them must fall down.

Suddenly, the gun in Yichen's hand was taken away. When everyone saw it clearly, they saw that Mo Feixue had an extra gun in his hand.

"Gao Li." Leng Qianye roared. Didn't he let him look at Mo Feixue?

Gao Li walked over tremblingly. He was careless. How could he know that Mo Feixue was moving so fast?

"Mr. Leng, I'm sorry."

"Mo Feixue put down the gun." Leng Qianye ordered that she would not use the gun, and he was afraid that Mo Feixue would hurt him.

"Feixue, give me the gun, this is not a joke." Yichen tried to snatch the gun, but was afraid of hurting Mo Feixue.

Mo Feixue raised his gun and pointed it at Leng Qianye, turned to look at Yichen, and said firmly: "Yichen, I'm not just a joke, I'm serious, I want to play for you, I don't want to be tired of my affairs

you."

"Feixue, you won't use a gun to give me a gun." Yichen became anxious when he heard Mo Feixue's words. What does it mean to play for him? She doesn't know how to use a gun at all. Are she looking for death?"

Mo Feixue looked at Leng Qianye, she looked at Leng Qianye with too much hatred in her eyes. Yes, she hated him, hated her for imprisoning her, hated him for drugging herself, and made her like this.

.

"Feixue, give me the gun." Yichen said again, with a little vicissitudes in his voice, why did things become like this?

"Yichen, don't worry about me. I owe you enough, so let me solve it in my own way." She didn't want Yichen to be hurt by her anymore, as she felt even more uncomfortable than death.

"Feixue..." Yichen found that he really had no way to deal with the stubborn Feixue, but he couldn't watch her step into danger either.

Yichen had just taken a few steps to grab the gun from Mo Feixue's hand, but Mo Feixue turned around and said, "Yichen, don't come over, or I will die in front of you." Mo Feixue said seriously.

She took the gun back and pressed it against her forehead. If Yichen was injured at all, she would be better than dead.

"Feixue, don't do this, I'm not here, I'm not here." Yichen was frightened by Mo Feixue's actions, and he didn't dare to act rashly anymore.

Mo Feixue looked at Leng Qianye again, and her gun pointed at Leng Qianye. There was no expression on her face, "Leng Qianye, I will replace Yichen to compete with you now."

"Do you think you are my opponent?" Leng Qianye's eyes were already surging when he looked at Mo Feixue. This Mo Feixue was holding a gun at her without knowing her life. She was a woman who had never touched a gun before.
Chapter completed!