Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

"Then I'd rather die.
Luo Liuling's face was still calm, even though the guns around her were pointing straight at her.

Her eyes were still as proud as ever,

She is not a god, and she will be weak under the most powerful nuclear weapons.

The fat man gave her a strange look, then raised his head silently. [

The people around immediately started to attack, and countless bullets went towards Luo Liuling.

After living for 20 years, she has been living on the tip of a knife for the past 20 years. Repeating such days day and night, she was tired, hurt, and even numb.

If the task fails, one cannot go back, even if one goes back, one will die.Now, it's a relief not to happen.

Although those bullets were fast, Luo Liuling's movements were even faster.

There was the most beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth, the gun in her hand pointed at her temple, and she gently pulled the buckle.

Without hearing any sound, a trace of liquid dripped from the corner of Luo Liuling's mouth.

The color of her eyes continued to weaken, and the suppressed kin gun in her hand slowly slipped to the ground.

When the pupils got bigger and bigger, Luo Liuling slowly closed his eyes.

When Luo Liuling closed her eyes, those bullets passed through her body.

There are countless blood holes on her body.

It's just that people are dead, but they can't feel these pains.

An Qiuye looked at Luo Liuling who was still kneeling on one knee with gloomy eyes, and there was a look of injury in his pupils.

He slowly walked to the side of Luo Liuling, a pool of blood, and wiped the blood on her face one by one with his fingers, revealing her delicate face, as if she was not dead, but asleep.

"Master."

The man behind him walked up immediately, but was forced to back down by An Qiuye's sharp gesture.

This woman, the woman he loved the most, killed his beloved family.

It made him hate and hurt, wishing to cut this woman into pieces, but he saw her die in front of his eyes.

Inside, it was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

A tear slowly flowed across his resolute face, and it fell on her face with a stream of dust. [

Without taking a second look, An Qiuye raised his head and walked towards the door.

Only three words were left: "Bury her."

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