"Ouyang" Jing Mohao's tense cheeks almost crushed his back teeth.
Ouyang saw Jing Mohao coming with anger from a distance, and the joy that had not dissipated in his eyes immediately turned into a hint of horror.
He quickly put away the pistol that was still exuding residual heat in his hand, and stood respectfully facing the man who came to question him.
Jing Mohao rushed up the cliff in a few steps and held Ouyang's collar tightly.
The usually indifferent dignity on his face had long been out of control.
His pupils were rapidly congested and turned scarlet, and his teeth were clenched tightly as if they could burst out blood.
Come on, he tried his best to hold back and yelled at Ouyang, "Tell me what happened to Luoxi?"
Ouyang had known that he would ask this question, so he pretended not to know with a calm face, "Young Master, isn't Miss Luo in the master bedroom with you?"
"Ouyang, do you think you can deceive me?"
After knowing each other for many years, there is no substitute for the tacit understanding between them.
They can immediately understand each other's thoughts with just one look or move, not to mention that he looks so abnormal at the moment and keeps calling Luo Xi "Miss Luo".
He has always been an upright character.
Due to his prejudice against Luo Xi, he is unwilling to mention her name.
Even if he must mention it, he will only use "her" instead.
It will never be the "Luo Xi" he just said.
Miss".
Looking at his determined eyes, Ouyang knew that this matter could not be hidden from him, and he would have to know it sooner or later anyway, so he admitted, "Young Master, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it." really Thunder rolled down from the turbulence in Jing Mohao's eyes.
He really killed Luo Xi His most trusted subordinate, his brother who had been with him for ten years, killed his only woman.
She was the only woman he wanted to pamper for so many years He made her disappear without a trace in just a few seconds.
Now he's still saying it's for his own good.
Jing Mohao used his hands hard, pulled Ouyang in front of him, bent his knees and pushed him hard, directly to Ouyang's chest, his eyes were full of evil, and his canthus was cracked.
"You fucking know nothing" After saying that, his elbow rushed to Ouyang's back again and knocked him to the ground.
This time, Jing Mohao showed no mercy.
He used his greatest strength to vent the dragon that was rushing straight into his chest.
I don’t know if it’s anger or sadness The open wound on the back had not been treated yet, and was torn open again by the man's swift movements.
The blood was bright, just like the sky in the evening at that moment, it was so red that it broke anyone's heart.
Ouyang was hit by his attacks again and again, unable to parry, and felt a dull pain in his chest.
But Jing Mohao didn't give up.
He couldn't be more awake at this moment.
He took out a pistol from behind and put it against Ouyang's left shoulder and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Ouyang's thick shoulder was shaken by the impact of the bullet, but he felt no pain.
The man found the acupuncture points very accurately.
He chose to insert the bullet into an artery in the center of the bone.
Although it would not cause immediate pain, if the bullet was not removed as soon as possible, the blood flowing out of the artery would continue to erupt and accumulate in the body until the blood was gone.
And died.
Ouyang endured Jing Mohao's endless anger one after another.
When he saw him driving bullets into his own holes, he must have considered his brotherhood with him and would not kill himself for the sake of a woman.
If his venting like this can bring him back to reason, if giving himself a shot can make him accept the news that Luo Xi is dead, then he will accept it if he suffers a little and sheds a little blood in exchange for his great achievements
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