Mysterious president, get away from me!

It's better to be shot than to have a baby dug out! Maureen turned a deaf ear to her threat, moved her legs and ran away.

"Damn it, get her back to me!"

Mo Ling ran out for more than ten steps. The killer was walking fast and soon dragged her back. She was like a crazy little beast, kicking, biting and struggling with all her strength. Even if she provoked the other party and let them kill her immediately, she couldn't watch the child being dug out!

"Pan Jinru, damned old witch, you have the ability to shoot me. Don't you hate me? Take up the pistol and blow my head quickly!"

Mo Ling's face was stained with blood and tears, but her eyes, burning with anger, seemed to have the ruthlessness of burning the whole hell. She roared hysterically, "pan Jinru, you crazy, cruel pervert, you won't come to a good end. Even if I die, I will turn into a fierce ghost and make you restless! Come on, kill me. You've got the guts to shoot me! "

Pan Jinru slapped her in the face and yelled, "bitch, I'm still so arrogant when I'm dying. You think I'm going to get in your way and make you die happily. Don't dream. I'm just going to make you suffer before you die. I'm going to watch my child be dug out of his stomach and turn him into flesh and blood. Hahaha, That's what you deserve! "

The open cemetery, only her crazy and cruel laughter, was swept up by the wind of hunting, far away.

Ouyang Ba dry cough, light way, "Jin, time is almost up, let them do it."

"Do it." Pan Jinru coldly ordered him to turn around and walk towards Ouyang ba. He naturally took his arm and said with a gentle smile, "let's not watch those bloody scenes. Let's go back."

In fact, she really wants to stay here and witness the death of Mo Ling. However, she has done a lot of vicious things in front of Ouyang ba. If she continues to stay and watch the bloody scene, he will feel cruel. So, let's just stop.

"Good." Ouyang gave a good-natured smile, and they hugged each other and walked out of the tomb.

"Brother Ba, do you think I'm too vicious?"

"Of course not. As I said, what I like is your ruthlessness. How can a woman who is my boss be tender? She must be cruel and cruel. "

Pan Jinru said, "you must have coaxed me. Which man doesn't like delicate women? Even the dead man Mu Boyuan despised me for my bad temper. "

"That's because he doesn't know how to reward. I like roses with thorns."

Ouyang Ba hugged her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Two people talk and laugh to get into the car, soon, the car away, leaving life hanging on the line of moling and two ruthless killers.

"You've heard it. It tells us to let you die like this. We have no choice. Even if you turn into a fierce ghost, don't come to our trouble." A killer took out a dagger and approached Mo Ling creeping on the ground.

Another killer also took out a dagger, disdained to spit, "you talk so much with her, what do you do? Finish the task quickly

Maureen painfully side lying on the lawn, she has no strength to escape, can only use both hands firmly protect the abdomen, mouth constantly beg for mercy, "please, give me a happy bar, don't hurt my child."

"We have nothing to do with the orders from above." The killer with more words seemed to hold her body compassionately, but the dagger didn't move slowly towards Maureen's abdomen.

The sharp blade was getting closer and closer to her body. Suddenly, a force burst out in Maureen's body. She suddenly reached out and grasped the blade. The bright red blood flowed slowly along her wrist. She prayed desperately and devoutly as if she didn't know the pain. "Please, let my child go, come to me, all your daggers come to me, Don't hurt my children, please... "

"It's no use."

The man sighed, his hands suddenly added gravity, and the dagger she held tightly slowly approached her abdomen.

Mo Ling held the blade tightly and refused to let go. The blade was deeply embedded in her palm and almost cut into her bones. The blood had been dripping down her elbow on the green grass. The smell of blood was diffused in the fog, which was so thick that it was suffocating.

Another killer saw that his companion's dagger was caught by Maureen, and said coldly, "die early, live early, cooperate a little, and you will suffer less."

"Don't hurt my children, don't hurt my children, please..." her eyes have lost their luster, and her palms are dripping with blood, but she still refuses to give up, praying persistently over and over again.

"Mouse, don't be in a daze any more, come and help quickly!" Sweat has come out of men's forehead. Although it's a wilderness, it's worse if it's delayed and accidentally found. It's better to make a quick decision.

The killer, named mouse, raised the dagger high in his hand. The sharp point of the dagger stabbed Mo Ling's protruding abdomen. Mo Ling screamed bitterly and stretched out his other hand to grasp the blade. However, the failure, the mouse had expected her action, suddenly with the free hand to seize her wrist, flashing cold light of the knife point to continue to her belly.

Maureen opened his eyes and mouth in despair. He wanted to scream but could not make any sound.

At that moment, her senses suddenly became sharp. She could feel the faint air flow caused by the dagger passing through the air. Especially, the point of the dagger had cut her skin, and the tiny blood beads immediately came out. The sharp pain was expanded ten times, one hundred times, and turned into a cone pain.

The next second, her belly will be cut open, and her poor child will be cruelly pulled out

Despairing Maureen, the canthus shed red tears similar to blood.

At this moment, the whole stagnant space-time was smashed by a few shots. The two killers in front of her suddenly stopped and squatted stiffly in the same place. Their daggers fell to the grass with a bang. Then, their bodies fell back straightly.

Both of them were shot through several holes in their chests. Blood gushed from the wound on their chests. Warm and greasy blood sprayed on Maureen's face. Her frightened eyes were red by the blood, and her body twitched slightly because of fear and pain.

In the distance, a tall and straight body walked towards her in the morning light.

She's like crazy. She can't see anyone in her frightened eyes. She curls up in a pool of blood, caresses her bleeding abdomen again and again, and says, "baby, it's OK, baby, don't cry, don't cry, all the bad guys are dead, no one will hurt you again..."

As she murmured to herself, she cried and wept. The cry, despairing and pathetic, was like the long cry of a lonely goose who has lost her partner. It was like the blade of a knife carved into the heart of the person who came towards her.

Crying and crying, she suddenly burst out laughing, arms supporting the ground, toward mu Nianchen's tombstone to climb, her body covered with blood, in the green grass drag out a long bloodstain, her eyes blurred looking at the tombstone on the photo of gentle smile, sad to sob, "Mu Nianchen, take me away."

"Baby, mom will take you to a place where there is no pain..." she looked down and gently stroked her abdomen, "let's go to the place where your father Nianchen is. He is so nice that he won't dislike you and will love you. Baby, let's go with him..."

Tears mixed with blood dripping on the grass, she tried her best to hit her head on the tombstone.

Behind her, there seemed to be the wind whistling, mixed with the sound of hasty and flustered footsteps. She did not hear it. She raised a smile of relief on her lips and continued to hit the marble tombstone.

Less than a centimeter from the tombstone, one arm held her back collar tightly.

"Want to die?" Behind her came the man's deep and familiar voice. She didn't answer. She struggled desperately and wanted to bump her head.

A big hand forced to pull her head to come over, Mu Chen cold is like the Satan that goes out in the hell, the whole body releases the evil and terrible breath, he pinches her chin, the eyes are fierce, "want to die? At least give birth to my son

Hateful woman, he tried every means to find her whereabouts and snatched her life back from the hands of the king of hell. She didn't know how to cherish it, and she killed herself with his children. What's the difference between her and those ruthless killers, selfish woman!

"Give birth to a child... Ha ha ha... Give birth to a child..." Mo Ling shed tears and laughed hysterically, "born in such a family, how long can he live?"

The child's own grandmother, uncle, unscrupulously want to take his life, rather than let him be tortured to death, it is better not to be born at the beginning.

Baby, you understand mom, right? Born in a family where no one loves you, it's really painful. Don't be born, OK? When it comes to that world, mom and dad will love you very much

Thinking of this, Mo Ling's eyes twinkled with a terrible light, and her body burst out with the last strength. She pushed mu Chenhan away and hit the tombstone again.

"Damn it, you'll settle down for me!" Mu Chen Han is about to be mad. He flies forward and puts his arms around her chest. His tone is very fierce. "I said that after the baby is born, I will protect him. What you can do is to give him to me safely. Do you understand me?"

She has no strength to move, weak against his arms, difficult to pull the corners of the mouth, the voice is getting smaller and smaller, "protect him, can you really protect him?" You have no idea what a terrible opponent you are facing.

Mu Chen's cold thin lip flap lifted, originally wanted to say anything, but, when he noticed that her breath was getting weaker and weaker, and his eyes closed slowly, his heart suddenly jumped, and he held her horizontally. She was like a dead puppet, stiffly paralyzed in his arms, motionless.

As he walked out, he ordered the ghost temple not far away, "ghost temple, contact the hospital quickly!"

Mu Chenhan puts Mo Lingping on the back seat. He has a chance to take a good look at this woman. Her white cheek is red and swollen now, and it's all bloodstains. Her sick clothes have already become rags, revealing terrible bloodstains. There is no intact skin on her whole body. Her right hand was the most seriously injured. There was a deep wound in the palm. The flesh turned out and the bone could be seen.

And the abdomen, which was cut by a dagger. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and did not hurt the child. If he came a step later, what he would see would be the scene of her intestines broken