The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 316 The Grand Finale (3)
"My body and soul are given to the man beside me. You are a destroyer from beginning to end." Ye Qingran retorted.

Shi Yuan laughed at himself, "I'm always so unbearable in your eyes."

"The winner is the loser. Ishihara Ichiro, why don't we compete?" Tang Chengxun also smiled.

"Cheng Xun—" Ye Qingran quickly covered his mouth.

Now the forces brought by her outside the temple have been eliminated by Shi Yuan's people, and she and Tang Chengxun are surrounded by the gendarmerie again. At this moment, Tang Chengxun and Shi Yuan will lose no matter what they compare!
Stimulated by Ye Qingran's actions, Ishihara Ichiro turned around, and said coldly, "If you fall into my hands, don't try to struggle anymore. People in my gendarmerie are not vegetarians."

Tang Chengxun laughed, "I've heard for a long time that Mr. Shi Yuan is very good at swordsmanship. Tang has also been obsessed with swordsmanship these years. It's no match for him. Even if he goes to hell, it's hard to close his eyes!"

"Okay, let me show you my family's swordsmanship." Ishihara Ichiro said disdainfully, "Take the sword—"

A man in gray respectfully handed over two cold weapons that looked like long knives with a cold light.

Tang Chengxun naturally knew that the difference between the Japanese so-called knives and swords was single-edged and double-edged.

Shi Yuan casually tossed him a hand.

He raised his right hand and took it.

Ye Qingran's heart was so tense that she couldn't breathe normally.

Seeing her expression, Ishihara Ichiro couldn't help but snort coldly.

Two tall men with two long blades that were as cool as snow were entangled together.

The ear-piercing clang made Ye Qingran's heart ache.

she's afraid of-

Wang Jingtong Youyou, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, took out a black gun from his bosom, and pointed at

Approved Tang Chengxun.

"boom!"

"Cheng Xun!" Ye Qingran's cry was accompanied by grief and indignation.

Tang Chengxun was shot in the left chest, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Waste of time." Wang Jingtong proudly waved the gun in Ishihara Ichiro's hand.

Tang Chengxun fell to the ground in response, as if a blood-red flower bloomed from his chest.

Ye Qingran froze there immediately, petrified.

Ishihara Ichiro's falcon-like eyes moved from Tang Chengxun's chest to Wang Jingtong's body, and a smile of determination was raised at the corner of his mouth, "The winner of the game has not yet been decided, you are too impatient."

"The night is long and the dreams are many." Wang Jingtong turned around and waved his left hand.

The man in gray and the gendarmerie looked at Shi Yuan in unison.

Shi Yuan leaned down, tried Tang Chengxun's breathing, waved his hands in disdain and snorted, "I don't believe it's going well!"

His subordinates bowed and retreated.

Ye Qingran lifted Tang Chengxun's upper body like crazy, and shouted, "—Wake up——Tang Chengxun, open your eyes and look at me—"

Ishihara Ichiro slammed Ye Qingran's body, "Look at me, Sakura!"

Ye Qingran was trembling all over, curled up crying like a soulless body, "Save him—please save him—"

"Wake up!" Ishihara Ichiro held up her bloodless face, "He is dead, you are mine from now on."

Ye Qingran roared brokenly, "No—"

Ye Qingran stared at Ishihara Ichiro bitterly, and rushed towards him with all his strength.

Before touching Shi Yuan's body, "Slap!" A slap hit her left cheek.

She froze in place again.

She tried her best to resist the feeling of dizziness in her body.

The pain on the left side of her face made her wake up a lot.

(End of this chapter)