The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

"Be careful—" Hui Hui's voice sounded, César quickly raised his eyes, his eyes were as sharp as a wolf's, and a bullet flew straight in his direction.

The momentary distraction just now gave Dongfang Shu's men the chance to draw their guns...

A dark haze flashed across César's eyes, and just as he was about to react, the woman standing in front of him was one step faster than his conditional launch, and put her arms around her waist to block him...

The handsome eyebrows were furrowed, this is the third time - this woman did the same thing, even though in fact, he didn't need her to do it at all -

This shot will hurt him, but it doesn't mean it can really do anything to him.

Blood sprang up all of a sudden, wantonly diffused in the windy air, and the soft body leaned against his arms.

He held her waist with the hand holding the medicine bottle in one hand, making it easier for her to lean in his arms, and quickly raised the gun in the other hand, but in the blink of an eye, the person who shot The man fell straight down.

At the same time, a second gunshot rang out, Feng Ye's eyes fell on Dongfang Shu's wrist, which was still bleeding, and he blew a breath on his still smoking muzzle, his movements were elegant and evil, "Tsk tsk, I really have to make it so bloody."

Dongfang Shu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at Feng Ye in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Feng Jue actually dared to shoot him!

"Feng Jue," he roared sharply, "Aren't you afraid of being tried by an international court?!"

Feng Ye didn't care, and smiled softly, "If you don't want to be ruined once you become famous, it's better to pretend that nothing happened here today, otherwise, we might really have to die together Here it is."

Dongfang Shu's eyes were dyed a deep scarlet. He was a bad-tempered tyrant when he was young, and his temper didn't change when he was old.

Feng Jue and César had always been thorns in his eyes, and he wished he could make them disappear every minute.

He really underestimated César's ability, even though he was imprisoned in an international military prison, he could still contact Feng Jue and cooperate with him.

"How are you?" An Mo's back was stained with a large amount of blood, and his clothes were stained red. When he hugged her, his hands were covered in blood, and his pretty eyebrows were pinched tightly.

An Mo lifted her head weakly, not sure if it was an illusion, but there was a faint smile in her eyes, like relief, or something else.

"Are you stupid?" César lowered his head and reprimanded coldly, "Or you fell in love with bullets, and jumped at them when you saw them."

"I'm not... in love with bullets, I'm just in love with... you," the blood was draining rapidly, and she spoke very hard, "Don't get hurt, I don't want to see you get hurt..."

"That's enough, shut up." Talking so hard, why are you talking so hard? "Stop talking, don't worry, you'll be fine, I promise."

Most of Cesar's attention fell on the woman in his arms, while Feng Ye watched An Mo's blood flow continuously as if watching a drama, Hui Hui was always a calm person, and now he looked at An Mo like this Can't help but be shocked.

Therefore, no one paid full attention to the movements of Dongfang Shu's hands. He stared fiercely at An Mo, and the killing intent in his eyes popped out little by little.

This woman, the Dongfang family has raised her for 20 years, is this how she repays her?

Damn her.

Feng Ye injured one of his hands, and he still has the other hand to use. He was also a marshal-level figure who had made great achievements in the army, and it was not difficult to shoot with his left hand.

"An Mo," Dongfang Shu's old voice laughed, indescribably eerie, "You will regret what you did today!"

An Mo felt a chill down her spine when she heard this voice. Her survival instinct made her have a strong desire to escape, but every movement of her body would cause severe pain, let alone avoid...

The gunshot pierced her mind, and there was severe pain in her right leg. She looked at the man who was holding her, and her handsome face panicked for the first time in front of her.

His face was sweating from the pain.

Fortunately, grandpa hit her leg and didn't kill her.

He finally...will be nervous about her.

This battle, as long as she doesn't die, she will definitely win.

Even Gong Shenmu, she will definitely win.

Damn it, César looked at the blood on An Mo's leg, is this old man sick or something?

"No, César," An Mo noticed his normal movements, and desperately hugged his arm, "He is my grandfather, please don't kill him..."

César put one arm around her waist and held the gun in the other. He pointed the muzzle of Dongfang Shu coldly. He didn't even blink his eyes, and he was ready to shoot as soon as he moved his fingers. Unexpectedly, the woman in his arms fell down. In seconds, he rushed forward and hugged his arm.

"Let go." César lowered his head and looked at her coldly, "Let me go."

An Mo seemed to be terrified, and she burst into tears, "I beg you...you've got her antidote, please let my grandpa go, he's very old...don't do this."

She was trembling badly, covered in blood again, and the hope in her eyes was thin and persistent, "For the sake of you having got the antidote, and for the sake of me blocking the shot for you, Grandpa didn't Really hurt you, I beg you, don't shoot..."

César looked coldly at the old man who was shot three times in the memorial hall, and then at the woman in his arms covered in blood, and said flatly, "If I don't kill him, one day, he will find him again." I'm in trouble."

He just stated a fact indifferently, as if his heart was as strong as iron.

For some reason, looking at An Mo at this moment, what appeared before his eyes was the woman's indifferent appearance.

She said lightly, I don't love you, I can't fall in love with you.

She always has long black hair, always has a clean and cool demeanor, and has never been in any embarrassment in front of him.

She has been a princess since she was a child, everyone's princess, and his princess.

He loved her for too long, long enough to make him despair.

An Mo stared blankly at the indifference on his face, she couldn't see any waves from his eyes or his face, she didn't seem to be moved by her words, she just kept murmuring, " I beg you, I beg you..."

"Okay." Just as Hui couldn't bear to continue reading, he was about to speak to help persuade the godfather, but his voice sounded faintly, "I let you go, your grandfather."

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