"Aluo, don't worry about me, you go first, hurry..." Y sternly refused, pushing her away.
"You're going to die." Mu Yin didn't move, staring at the gun pointed at his head, which seemed like a soul-snatching stick; she had no doubt that the Devil would show mercy.
"So you are Mu Ke? Truly deep in your loyalty and affection, huh..." Bo Fengheng watched their exchange, the rage in his chest surging to his head like a tempest.
His throat felt as if it was being choked, unable to breathe.
"Come here." Jealousy almost drowned him; impatient for their reaction, Bo Fengheng's cold gaze fixed on Mu Yin as he bellowed fiercely.
He radiated a dark aura of murder that sent shivers down the spine.
Meanwhile, he pressed the gun harshly against Y's head; just a light pull of the trigger would leave no time for anything.
"Don't..." Mu Yin inhaled sharply, not doubting that this demented man had run out of patience for their prattle, ready to shoot the next moment.
