Jing Mohao clenched his fists tightly into a hard stone, his arms were trembling tightly as he dropped them, and the pistol left deep marks on his palms.
On one side is the queen mother he owes, and on the other side is his beloved wife.
Jing Mohao knew deeply that what he saw was what existed in his heart.
Only by being firmly paranoid about a belief can you defeat the other side.
No one can help you except your own thoughts.
And he also deeply understood that the image of his mother was illusory, but the guilt in his heart had been fully aroused, and he wanted to drive her out, but he couldn't do it.
The figure in red loomed in front of his eyes, and the image flashed faster and faster, until his eyes turned into haloes of light, exploding in his mind.
Jing Mohao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, turned off all the pictures in front of him, blocked his ears, and returned to silence.
His mother was a thing of the past.
He had taught him the skills of steel, but he had also given him a sense of indifference, a childhood full of hatred, and a lifetime of guilt for her.
And Luo Xi is the lover who has been with him all his life.
She taught him what love is, what it means to love your neighbor as yourself, the heartbeat-filled growth rings, and the love that has been entrusted to her for a lifetime.
The answer to who is the most important person in your life is clear.
"Luoxi" Jing Mohao moved his lips and read out the woman's name.
Luo Xi retained her strength, snatched the pistol from his hand, and fired a shot at the hound that started biting her, blood splattered all over her face.
Luo Xi then fired two shots, decisively killing the two vicious dogs that rushed towards Jing Nianxi.
But the number of vicious dogs is far more than twenty.
A steady stream of hounds are approaching the center of the battlefield.
Luo Xi is already covered in blood, and he can't tell whether it is his own or the vicious dog's.
Now he can keep his standing posture.
Be strong.
As for Jing Nianxi, although he was not injured, the blade in his hand was stained with dark red blood.
He was panting hard and his wrist was a little weak.
Facing the enemy's constant reinforcements, if we continue to fight, we can only resist stubbornly and will inevitably lose.
Seeing Luo Xi raising the muzzle of the gun again, Jing Mohao immediately stopped him, "Luo Xi, give me the gun."
Luo Xi clutched the handle of the gun tightly and stared at him, "What are you going to do?"
The man pointed to his shoulder, "There's only one bullet left in the gun, shoot here."
"I don't."
Luo Xi grabbed his arm tightly and held the muzzle of the gun far away.
The man cast his eyes aside, and instantly stretched out his hand to roll her up in front of him, helping her avoid the hound biting her wrist, "Luoxi, be obedient, in order to ensure that I won't have hallucinations for a while, you must do this, otherwise, we will all be dead today."
Buried here."
"No, these hounds won't bite you.
If something happens, it will be our fault.
You can go out and find someone to save us.
Don't do anything stupid."
"Luo Xi," the man said almost through gritted teeth, "Don't even think about separation from me, don't even think about dying, do you hear me?"
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the woman's hand with his palm, turned the muzzle of the gun, put it against his right shoulder, and pulled the trigger hard.
"Jing Mohao" Luo Xi shouted, tears falling from his eyes at the sound of his own voice.
But the man didn't seem to feel any pain at all.
He only felt that his eyes were clear.
In this situation, it was obvious that someone wanted to divert his attention in order to deal with Luo Xi and the brat
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