Demonic Cool Husband: Loving His Naughty Little Wife

He thought it was a waste of saliva to say one more word to her, so Zhao Yi snorted coldly with disdain, then turned around and left.

"Zhao Yi, stop for me, or I will shoot." Zhao Yi had just taken two steps when she heard her anxious cry, he was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around , I saw that she didn't know when, there was an extra pistol in her hand, and the gun was still pointed at him.

"Do you want to kill me?" Looking at the pistol in her hand, Zhao Yi didn't look nervous at all, but raised his brows, thinking it was amused.

"I don't want to kill you, don't force me." Seeing that his expression was still so calm, Peng Sihui was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

"I forced you? I heard that you are the one pointing a gun at me now. How can I force you? If you really feel that I owe you, you can shoot. It's even." Zhao Yi walked in front of her easily, until the black muzzle of the gun touched his heart.

"You..." Looking at the place where the gun was aimed, Peng Sihui's hand holding the pistol couldn't help shaking. She just wanted to draw the gun to scare him, she didn't really want to shoot him. But what should we do now?

"Shoot, it's best to shoot into my heart, then you won't have the chance to see me again, and you won't be sad anymore." A low, tempting and hypnotic voice rushed into her In her ears, it made her hands tremble even more.

"No...don't force me...I don't want to kill you..." Peng Sihui struggled for a while, shouted, and suddenly threw the pistol aside, her face was covered with tears.

"Useless things, I know you won't be able to deal with them." At this moment, with a cold voice full of anger, a silenced bullet has already burst through the air from outside the window.

Sensing the danger, Zhao Yi immediately rushed forward, hugged the sad Peng Sihui and rolled to the side.

Seeing that they missed the people inside, the people who shot outside immediately opened the door and rushed in, raised their guns, and fired at them.

"Shit, I knew there would be trouble. You hide here and don't come out." Zhao Yi casually pushed Peng Sihui to the corner of the stairs, picked up the fruit knife on the table beside him, and shot it into the hand of the person who was shooting.

The man was wearing a black leather chair and had a mask on his face. His skills seemed to be good, and he dodged the flying fruit knife.

"Grandpa, he wants to kill you, Grandpa Zhao. You're still too early. You ugly monster who has no face. Look, the bomb is coming." His speed is so fast that others can't even see what he is throwing.

The masked man quickly closed his gun and turned out of the door. At the same time, Zhao Yiren rushed towards the gun that Peng Sihui threw away just now like lightning. When he picked up the gun on the ground, one of them had been turned off. The lighter fell to the ground.

"Damn it, you treacherous villain." Seeing that the thing that fell to the ground turned out to be a lighter instead of a bomb, the masked man was suddenly so angry that he transferred his murderous intent to Peng Sihui, his hazy eyes The light caught her figure for a moment.

At this moment, Peng Sihui was so frightened that she was stunned and would not move.