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Mo Qingyan's face changed slightly after reading it. No wonder she felt goose bumps all over as soon as this person appeared.

It turned out that he raised kids and made corpse water. They were all terrible things.

The fierce night owl looked at her expression, her eyes were dark, and said a lot, "are you really going back to Lincheng today?"

If she left here, she would be far away from that man, and there would be no need to worry that he would be bad for her.

Mo Qingyan took a deep breath and didn't think about the man. She drank coffee and looked out of the window.

"Xiao Xiao, I want to advise you. If it's not your own thing, don't ask for it."

He knew that he had been fighting with Li tingjue all the time in order to snatch the throne of heir. It's really bad for such brothers to turn against each other.

The fierce night owl naturally understood her meaning and gave birth to another meaning. She's not his. Let him stop thinking.

He sneered, "I know."

"Boom..."

Suddenly there was a loud noise and the house shook. The fierce night owl and Mo Qingyan were dizzy. They looked around and many people were lying on the ground singing.

The smell of blood filled the air. The fierce night owl rushed to her and pressed her on the ground.

"Peng Peng..."

The bullet wiped over their heads, and Mo Qingyan's eyes stared slightly.

"What's going on?"

The fierce night owl looked around, "we may have encountered a terrorist attack."

He had seen several feet moving this way, so he pulled out his gun and fired at that side. Then I heard someone shouting and falling to the ground.

He pulled her, bent over and ran to the safety door behind.

Mo Qingyan is also a little anxious. These people should not die. So it's gonna be hard. She didn't bring a gun.

Those people had been shooting with guns. Everyone inside fell to the ground one by one, and the things on the table were broken. These people are simply inhuman and can hear the voice of begging for mercy.

But in the end, he was shot to death. Mo Qingyan followed him to climb back the door, but the back door was locked and couldn't be pushed open.

The fierce night owl scolded, "Damn it."

He can hear the sound of fighting outside. His people have been watching, so he has made contact with them.

At this time, a grenade was thrown over. He rolled around with Mo Qingyan, and Venus was still in his eyes.

"Mo Qingyan, are you okay?"

The two were blown to one side and saw Mo Qingyan's arm bleeding. He asked urgently and wanted to run over. But the bullet ran over his head and he had to lie down.

Mo Qingyan shook his head, slowly woke up, raised his hand and covered his left arm. It was bleeding and painful.

She heard the voice of the fierce owl and looked in his direction, she whispered.

"I'm fine. You don't have to worry."

Just then a rough voice sounded, "they're here."

Suddenly, five or six men in black stood in front of them, holding light weapons in their hands and pointing guns at them.

The fierce night owl suddenly stood up, ran over and hugged Mo Qingyan, and then the gunshot rang out. His body trembled fiercely, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, but he smiled.

"Little Owl... Little Owl..."

Mo Qingyan's eyes widened and called his name.

He laughed more and more happily, with joy in his voice.

"Only at this time can I hold you. It's good, no regrets!"

Then his head hung down and Mo Qingyan cried.

"Owl, you can't die."

Those people in black looked at each other and then pointed their guns at Mo Qingyan.