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Chapter 170 Now, I’ll teach you how to shoot

Sang Lingxue's eyes widened and her face turned pale.

Sangzhi is still alive?

Not burned to death?

Han Xuyang pulled his lips, took a step back, and looked at Zhuo Yijing.

"Zhuo Yijing, I will exchange the mulberry branches for... the few of us to leave safely. I believe that the mulberry branches are more valuable than our lives..."

Han Xuyang said in a deep voice.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms and looked at Zhuo Yijing quietly.

Her eyes slowly fell on Sang Qinan who was in a pool of blood, and Li Yun, who was pale and unconscious, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

And...Mrs. Han’s two legs oozing with blood...

And... Sang Lingxue was tied to a tree.

There are also guns in the hands of Mrs. Han and the man standing behind Li Yun.

Zhuo Yi longed for the gun in the man's hand.

Zhuo Yi longed for the gun in his hand.

Sangzhi swallowed subconsciously and turned pale.

The cold muzzle on her temple and the pain on her leg clearly told her that what she was seeing was not a dream.

Sang Zhi looked at Zhuo Yijing and slowly tightened his palms.

"Zhuo Yijing. What do you think? If you let my mother and my fiancee go, I will let Sang Zhi go. Otherwise... I will let her die with us. Anyway, we all have a cheap life and are not as good as Sang Zhi." "

Han Xuyang sneered, slowly took out a gun from the pocket behind him, and raised his hand to point at Sang Zhi.

"It's worth exchanging the lives of my mother and Sang Lingxue for Sang Zhi's, isn't it?"

"Mr. Zhuo."

Han Xuyang pursed his lips and spoke in a deep voice.

"I know I shouldn't have kidnapped Sang Zhi, and I shouldn't have blackmailed you. It's my fault... I'm so scared... Please, sir, please let my mother and my fiancée go."

Han Xuyang's voice was low and hoarse.

"As long as you agree to let my mother and my fiancée go, you will definitely let Sangzhi go. If you insist on not letting go, we will all die, and I will hold Sangzhi as my back. Sangzhi is your woman, your sweetheart. …”

Han Xuyang gritted his teeth and stared at Zhuo Yijing.

"Your threats have no effect on me."

Zhuo Yijing sneered and spoke lazily.

He tugged at his lips, half-squinted his eyes, and kept secretive.

Hearing this, Han Xuyang's expression changed drastically.

He pursed his lips and looked at Zhuo Yijing. He didn't understand... what Zhuo Yijing meant.

Does he not care about Sangzhi's life?

Does this mean that mulberry branches are not that important?

Han Xuyang clenched his hands and said sternly: "You... don't agree with my conditions? Are you just... aren't you afraid of Sang Zhi's death? Isn't she important to you?"

Han Xuyang stared at Zhuo Yijing and then at Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and clenched her palms. She frowned and looked at the tall and tall man not far away.

Through the alternating light of the fire, she raised her eyes to look at the man's resolute and profound handsome face.

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes slightly, his expression cold and indifferent.

"Ah."

"disagree."

Zhuo Yijin pulled his lips, his voice was as cold as jade, and it was particularly clear in this dead night.

Sang Zhi's eyes were calm.

Han Xuyang's expression suddenly changed.

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes and looked at him, his dark eyes were calm, he pursed his lips and stared at Han Xuyang.

"Sangzhi, I want it."

Sang Zhi's palms tightened and she suddenly raised her eyes to look at him.

"I want the lives of your fiancée and your mother too..."

Zhuo Yi looked at him lazily.

His voice just fell.

Sangzhi heard gunshots ringing in his ears.

I even seemed to feel the bullet grazing my ear...

"what!"

The man who held the gun to Sangzhi's temple was shot through the wrist.

Sangzhi's face was splashed with blood.

The thin man clutched his wrist and screamed in pain.

Han Xuyang's face turned pale, and he subconsciously shot Sang Zhi. He only felt a pain in his eyes, as if something had been thrown at him.

At this time, his arm was also shot through by a bullet, and the bullet from his gun missed the target.

Han Xuyang felt the aroma coming to his nostrils.

"My eyes...my arms..."

he screamed.

Sang Zhi quickly squatted down to pick up the gun that the thin man had just dropped at her feet, quickly backed away and ran towards Zhuo Yijing.

Sangzhi ran.

There is a cool and rich fragrance in the air.

"Eyes...ah!"

His eyes hurt as if they had been burned by chili pepper water, and the scent seemed to slowly "fall" from the air on the gunshot wound on his arm, making him even more painful.

Cheng Chi asked people to quickly step forward and grab Han Xuyang's shoulders, tie up the thin man who was also injured, and then forced Han Xuyang to kneel down.

When Sang Zhi ran in front of Zhuo Yijing, he staggered because of the injury on his leg and almost fell down.

Zhuo Yijing quickly stepped forward to support her and held her in his arms.

Sangzhi's eyes were a little moist.

Neither of them spoke.

Sang Zhi hugged Zhuo Yijing's waist tightly and buried her head in his chest, her voice choked with sobs.

"I'm glad...he didn't kill me directly when he caught me. I'm also glad that I'm valuable to you."

"Actually, I'm afraid of death."

"I don't want to die before I get to be with you properly."

Sangzhi choked.

"It's okay." Zhuo Yijin's big palm passed through her soft hair and gently touched her head.

Sang Zhi gritted his teeth and hugged him tightly.

Zhuo Yijing slowly let go of her, looked down at her, and gently wiped the blood on her face with his rough fingertips, his movements extremely gentle.

"Are you scared?"

Zhuo Yijin lowered his eyelids and spoke in a low voice.

"Is this the first time I've seen you?"

Sangzhi knew he was talking about the thin man who had just been shot and wounded.

Sangzhi nodded, then shook his head.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

He just turned around slowly and looked at Han Xuyang, who was kneeling not far away.

Han Xuyang's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he screamed in pain.

Sangzhi lowered his head and glanced at the spice bag tightly held in his hand.

"What are you going to do with them?"

Sang Zhi glanced at Li Yun and Mrs. Han, who were already unconscious, and asked in a deep voice.

And Sang Qinan, who had died long ago.

And Sang Lingxue.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and looked at Sang Lingxue.

Sang Lingxue's face was pale, and she looked at her with jealousy and unwillingness.

Sangzhi tugged at his lips, his eyes as cold as ice.

"And... those people under Han Xuyang."

"How are you going to... handle it?"

Sang Zhi pinched his palms.

Since Zhuo Yijing can shoot... I'm afraid he won't care about anything.

Sang Zhi thought of what Han Xuyang said before.

Those rich and dandy men who kidnapped her that year.

The whereabouts are unknown.

Life and death are unpredictable.

No bones left.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms tightly, her face turned a little pale.

Zhuo Yijin's face was calm and cold.

"Deal with it on the spot."

"Not a single one."

His tone was extremely calm.

It's like describing a very common thing.

"I'll give you a few of them, and you'll take care of them. Don't keep any of the rest."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at Han Xuyang and Sang Lingxue, with cold and distant expressions.

Sang Zhi was slightly stunned.

No one left?Is this... his way of dealing with it?

Sangzhi said nothing.

After a while, she pulled her lips and gritted her teeth, "Can... leave it to the police?"

She doesn't understand.

Zhuo Yi wanted to let her handle it.

Do you want her to kill them with her own hands?

Sang Zhi was a little frightened.

"No."

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Sang Zhi, his eyes dark.

Sang Zhi looked at him, a little dazed.

Zhuo Yijing's face was calm and indifferent, and his eyes fell on the gun he had just picked up in Sang Zhi's hand.

Zhuo Yijing pursed his lips, his eyes were deep and dark, he stared at Sang Zhi's eyes that were as bright as stars, his eyes were calm and calm.

"shot."

"With the gun in your hand."

"Choose someone first."

Zhuo Yijing's eyes once again swept over Han Xuyang and Sang Lingxue, as well as Li Yun and Mrs. Han on the ground, and finally fell on Sang Zhi's face, his eyes darkened.

Sangzhi was stunned, thinking that he heard wrongly.

"What did you say!?"

Sangzhi pulled her lips.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and involuntarily grabbed Sang Zhi's shoulders, turned her body around so that her back was facing him, and then stepped forward, pressing his chest against her back.

Sangzhi's body tensed up.

Zhuo Yijing reached out to hold her hand, slowly raised his hand, and adjusted her gun-holding posture.

Sang Zhi felt like a puppet being manipulated by Zhuoyijing, but she didn't know how to resist.

only know.

There was the sound of warm breathing.

Sangzhi felt a little itchy and hot on his neck.

Her body was extremely stiff and she dared not move.

The man's cold, low voice sounded slowly.

Sangzhi's body tensed up.

The tone and atmosphere should obviously be ambiguous.

But... the words the man said were extremely cold.

"Now."

"I'll teach you how to shoot."