Madam Dihao is not good

died.

Bai Yunshang pointed the pistol at her head sharply, and clasped the wrench with her fingers: "Today, only one of me and her can get out of here alive, Sikong Zeye, you choose."

"..."

Choose, this is our last chance, don't let me down.

Sikong Zeye was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, trying to grab the gun in her hand while she was not paying attention. [

"It seems that you can't bear her..."

"Don't go crazy." Sikong Zeye said in a dark voice.

"I'm not crazy, you don't want this opportunity..." Bai Yunshang smiled bleakly, "You can't regret it."

"..."

"Look one step further, and I'll really shoot." The fingers were clenched tightly, and they were about to press down.

"Young Mistress, don't"

Out of the corner of Bai Yunshang's eyes, he saw the servant and the two frightened little boys, and a sense of sadness swept over him: "Take the children upstairs."

"Young Mistress..."

"Go!"

A bodyguard was about to stop him, but with a gunshot, Bai Yunshang hit the bodyguard's leg.

The servant covered the eyes of the two children in time, and carried them upstairs in a hurry.

At this critical moment, Sikong Zeye was about to grab Bai Yunshang's gun again, she dodged to the side, and the gun returned to her forehead.

Sikong Zeye's eyes flickered: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Yunshang, don't mess around." Mo Liuyuan, who was restrained by the bodyguards at the door, struggled. He couldn't see anything and looked anxious.

"Ruhara, this is the grievance between me and him. It will be resolved one day, so don't interfere. Let me be brave for a while, it's tiring to live with anticipation..."

"..."