Chapter 149

Xun Mochen touched Leng Feng's heart very accurately.

The cold front threw a gun, and the two began to confront each other. The momentum was strong, like two male lions, waiting for the opportunity to kill each other in an instant.

The cold front quickly shot. Xun Mochen bent down to dodge, raised his legs and kicked the cold front. He was caught by the cold front and turned hard. Xun Mochen's other foot hard, and his body reversed an almost impossible angle in the air. He landed, glided back several meters, and then quickly bounced up, like a loaded bullet, quickly shot at the cold front. .

Master duel, swords and shadows, dazzling.

The cold front is pressing step by step, and Xun Mochen takes retreat as progress. In unarmed fighting, he is indeed not as good as the cold front. But he is a calculating man. In the case that he can't win the cold front with his bare hands, he will never easily fight with the cold front. He will put the cold front to death in dozens of ways, and attack the opponent's shortness with his own strengths, instead of looking for death like a hot-blooded youth.

But Su Qianmian just felt scared. A subconscious dominated her and let her run away. She stumbled and got up. As soon as Leng Feng saw Su Qianmian, he was about to get out of his sight. Looking at Xun Mochen, who was beaten by him so hard to get up, he left Xun Mochen and went to chase Su Qianmian.

Su Qianmian couldn't look back and just kept running forward. Behind him was the footsteps of the cold front chasing and getting closer and closer.

Su Qianmian looked at everything around her shaking. She paused for a second and then ran up the stairs.

"You can't escape from the palm of my hand!"

This is a straight staircase, 20 steps, three meters high and six meters long.

Leng Feng watched Su Qianmian run up the stairs and followed closely.

Unexpectedly, Su Qianmian ran a few steps and suddenly turned around, accelerated to the stairs, and jumped directly towards the cold front at the top of the stairs. The starting speed and gravity acceleration, plus his own gravity, Su Qianmian smashed the cold front fiercely.

The cold front was hit and fell to the ground, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Of course, Su Qianmian is not much better. Dressed in rough air, the world around her has been swaying, constantly spinning, and then taking her down.

Su Qianmian tried to open his eyes wide, but everything was blurred. Everything was still shaking, spinning and falling.

The cold front hit was almost more serious than Xun Mochen, coughing a few coughs and bleeding.

Su Qianmian shed tears from the corners of his eyes.

The cold front's voice was very low and weak: "I look down on you."

I don't know if their voice is too loud. The gunshots sounded outside. Experienced people have locked their positions according to the sound, banging and shooting, which hit the ground around them, only one centimeter away from Su Qianmian's legs kneeling on the ground.

Leng Feng was completely unmoved: "Is it so hard to save Xun Mochen?"

"No, I want to kill him in person."

Su Qianmian gasped desperately, as if he was about to die of lack of oxygen.

She got up, ignored the unmovable cold front, and walked to the room where they first stayed.

It takes only three minutes before and after.

Xun Mochen was still lying on the ground, breathing, but he seemed to faint.

She unconsciously went over and squatted beside Xun Mochen and stroked his chest. This man...she hates him! He forced his will and erased her memory. Then he walked to him step by step and fell in love with him. Was it also his skillful arrangement? Is it that all the sweetness about him so far are water and moon mirror flowers, and the memory he imposed on himself?

Su Qianmian's heart was full of great despair and pain.

Her eyes swept over, and she frowned and pulled out a piece of letter paper in the pocket of his suit.

Boom--! Su Qianmian's heart swelled rapidly, and the blood rushed from the heart to the surroundings in an instant. His consciousness broke away from his body and broke into pieces.

That's her father's handwriting.

She reached out to wipe her tears, tried to calm down and read the words on the paper.

"My child, my child, be stronger, be stronger. The suffering will eventually pass, and the sun will fill your smiling face. You will always be our pride. Dad loves you.

In a few broken words, Su Qianmian trembled all over, and Dou's big tears flowed down.

Xun Mochen, who is still fainting, is so unforgivable to her.

Her family! Her home!!

Su Qianmian picked up the gun beside him and aimed at Xun Mochen tremblingly.

She wants revenge and kill him! She wants her parents!

Su Qianmian kept warning himself. Looking at the slender and well-proportioned body, his knife-like side face was more beautiful than a cold and sharp blade, and his beautiful lips. He whispered in his ear many times, "Shallow, shallow..."

Su Qianmian swallowed his saliva, sweat flowed down his cheeks, and there was a layer of sweat in the palm of his hand. He was so wet that he could hardly hold the gun.

It's useless to scold yourself, and then pull the trigger, but it's so difficult to press? Why can't she press it down?

Xun Mochen's eyebrows moved, and Su Qianmian panicked - he was about to wake up!

However, it still doesn't work.

Xun Mochen opened his eyes and quickly entered a tense state. Such a reaction shocked Su Qianmian. She shot uncontrollably, and the bullet penetrated Xun Mochen's abdomen. Xun Mochen snorted, and the blood quickly spread.

The earth-shaking sound of gunfire, bright red blood, pale and painful Xun Mochen... Su Qianmian stayed for two seconds, threw away the gun tremblingly, climbed to Xun Mochen's side, and almost cried: "You, you..."

"I'm fine. I didn't hit the point." Xun Mochen grabbed her cold and trembling hand.

She can feel the warmth and strength of his palms, which can pass on to her, like invisible comfort, spread all over her body and soothe all the negativity in her heart.

He is so calm that it really doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Xun Mochen took a deep breath and then slowly spit it out. The voice is not tight or slow, lazy and sexy, as usual: "Don't be afraid, the police will come later."

He paused for a moment and was not sure whether Su Qianmian was listening, but he continued to say, "Don't go out. It's very chaotic outside. Three waves of power are mixed."

In the quiet room, there was only Su Qianmian's heartbreaking crying, which was depressed and broken to the ground.