The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

His head is very disordered, his heart is also disordered, that kind of eyes let him can't stand.

Song Jiujiu approaches with a gun. She thinks she knows this person. The figure of the other party is too familiar. Honglian? But Honglian won't kill her. Just now she could feel that this man was killing at first.

Honglian felt uncomfortable in her heart. She was going crazy. She covered her shoulder and walked forward.

At the same time, there were gunshots coming from the side alleys. Song was about to return to the car when she was about to return to the car in September, but suddenly there were several holes in the place where she stood. If she hadn't dodged quickly, I'm afraid she would have explained it here.

She immediately leaned against the wall and used the wall to cover herself, but the gunfire was so dense that she could hear that there were still many people, and they were all for her life.

Soon after Honglian ran out, she heard the sound of the gun, trembled in her heart, and ran back. She saw song Jiujiu leaning against the wall, shot in her leg, and bleeding out of her head.

Song September saw this man back, a cool heart, a tiger in front of, after a wolf, she held the gun in her hand, cold face.

"Don't come here!"

On the other side of the wall, gunfire continued. Just at this time, it began to rain heavily in Los Angeles, and the wound on my leg began to hurt violently.

Honglian stands still and does not dare to move. She stares at each other quietly. Finally, she takes out her gun and turns over to the other side of the wall.

There are about ten people shooting here. All of them are good hands. His reputation as the king of killers is not illusory. He raised his hand and killed several people in the moment when they were stunned.

"There's a sneak attack!! blamed! Forget song September! Let's deal with this person first

The fire was aimed at Honglian in a flash. After several shots, Honglian jumped to the ground. He was shot in the shoulder and couldn't use his strength. He could only shoot with his left hand. Fortunately, even with his left hand, his shooting method was not wrong.

Song September has heard the sound of gunfire. It sounds like a battle between the two sides. She wants to leave here, but there is a voice in her heart that she can go to have a look.

She entered the wall through the small side door next to her, and the smell of blood came from her nose. She held the gun in her hand, her eyes were firm, and she moved forward a little bit. The sound of the gun was more than ten meters away.

She walked along the wall, went in, and finally stopped, because the gunshot was over, the heavy rain splashed on the ground, and there were several dead people, blood and water mixed with rain,

kept flowing forward.

She didn't feel afraid. She had experienced so many things. Her heart was already very strong. Turning through another side door, she just saw the masked man fall off the wall.

Under him was a large amount of bloodstains. Song and September were already confused. She didn't know whether another wave of people was coming to deal with her or the man in front of him. However, she knew that this man was going to kill her.

He was badly hurt, and he stood up from the ground with one hand. Song Jiujiu wondered why he wanted to associate this man with Honglian, who was clearly a woman.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Honglian looked at her and raised the gun, light mouth, the rain is very big, he is all wet, shoulder pain, body no strength.

In the face of the enemy, song September was never soft hearted. She could see that this man was at the end of his tether. As long as her finger pulled the trigger off, the other party would surely die.

But strange is, her fingers are shaking, the heart is also, finally or turn around, fast run away, the rain is heavy, her back is also very embarrassed.

Honglian chuckled and fell to the ground. Almost at the moment when song and September turned around, he could not hold on.

If song returns at this time in September, she can see the figure on the ground. As long as she comes forward and takes off the mask of the other party, she can recognize this person, but she does not. She runs very fast, her heart beats violently, and finally disappears in the rain

Someone came from the other side of the rain curtain. It was very gloomy and seemed to be about to collapse. Qin Mo Zhan stood beside Hong Lian, did not speak, and saw several bodies around him. A sense of helplessness began to surge up.

Mingming has lost the memory of this person, but the other party's subconscious is still different from song and September. This person can't help, and even protects the other party. Such a red lotus,

makes him heartache.

Because this feeling is fruitless, just like what he has buried in his heart, he can't see the light and will only let himself suffer.

"Take it back."

He said to the people next to him, and immediately several people helped the comatose Honglian to the car not far away.

Honglian's lips are pale, and there is a trace of red cloud on her face. It seems that she has a fever.

The speed of the car was very fast, and he left immediately. Qin Mo Zhan didn't speak. His heart hurt a little. He envied song September and took away the man's heart lightly.The rain continued to fall, and a small ditch had formed in the street. Song and September had been running and ran to her car before she stopped. She was panting. Her mobile phone in the rain light up slowly. When she crouched, she found that it was Fu Tsai's phone call.

She picked up the phone and wiped it on her hand, but it didn't work. In such a heavy rain, like someone splashing water in the sky, her head was also a little dizzy.

"September of Song Dynasty!"

Not far away someone called her name, she looked up and found a figure running over, not others, it was Fu Tsai.

Fu Tsai's face was a little angry, and his whole body was wet. He hugged her and walked quickly to the car not far away.

"Don't leave my sight next time!"

Song Jiujiu had some faults and didn't speak, so he fell into his arms.

Fu Tsai put down the partition board, took the clean clothes, and took the wet clothes off her body.

"There are only my clothes in the car. You can make do with it first."

Song September is very clever to start dressing, try to hide the injury on his feet, but Fu Tsai took out clean pants and put his hands on her waist.

"Damn it!! You're hurt

Fu Tsai was so angry that he wanted to scold. His movements on his hands became very light. He cut off his trousers. When he saw the bullet hole, he was shaking in his heart.

The atmosphere in the carriage was suppressed for a moment, and the cold air spread from him, which seemed to freeze people.

Song's lips pursed and arched in his arms.

"Fu Tsai, not next time. Really, I didn't expect there would be an ambush."

Fu Tsai didn't speak. He was angry and distressed, but this man was hurt. How could he bear to blame her again.

He sighed and held him tight.