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Chapter 211 Bloody Enchanting Love

Although Huang Junru didn't understand why these people's attitudes suddenly changed, she felt that what Oni said was very reasonable. After all, if you know more people, you will have one more friend and help for their young couple in the mall. , nodded at the moment.

Oni hugged Huang Junru and smiled apologetically at the people around him, and walked towards the direction where his second son was. Just after taking three steps, he felt a strong force coming from behind him, and his center of gravity was unstable. The whole person fell to the side, and even Huang Junru in his arms slid along with his own inertia.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, he was pulled one from the left and one from the back, and then pulled to the side, and then he kept the falling mode and stabilized. When he came back to his senses, with the help of the strength of the two, he supported the emperor such as Standing up slowly, and looking back, she realized that it was her second son and daughter-in-law.

At this moment, the faces of both of them were dripping with sweat. On the daughter-in-law's arm, bright red liquid was spreading down her fair wrist, all the way to her palm, and finally dripped onto the white transparent reflective floor, blooming a coquettish flower. flowers.

Seeing this scene, Oni and Huang Junru were not calm anymore, Huang Junru quickly took Qianqian's hand, looked at the blood that was leaving, and asked tremblingly: "Baby Qianqian, what are you doing?" Something happened."

Qianqian shook her head slightly, and comforted her with a smile: "Auntie, I'm fine, I just scratched a little bit, it's nothing serious, just go down and disinfect it, just bandage it up."

God knows how worried and nervous she and Dongfang Ye were when those two bullets hit the two of them just now. He rushed out instinctively.

Dongfang Bofeng was also breaking out in a cold sweat at the moment. He was originally following behind the two of them, but he cleverly stood to the side for the convenience of observing the situation behind him. He didn't have to worry about his second brother and sister-in-law in front of him.

Fortunately, he was finally reliable this time. When he felt the cold wind coming from behind him, his first reaction was to push Aoni and Huang Junru aside, and he was also crooked due to inertia. He got up, but reacted quickly and lowered his body, lying on the ground, avoiding the two bullets coming towards them.

I thought it was a near miss, but I didn't expect that when the second elder brother and the second sister-in-law rushed out to hold Dad, the bullet that was originally misplaced happened to appear next to Dad's head, so Qianqian could only gamble. When he put all his weight on his right foot, he successfully led the two of them away with Dongfang Ye, but he was only scratched by the bullet on his arm.

Dongfang Ye walked to Qianqian's side with a gloomy face, gently raised Qianqian's injured arm, lowered his head, and stuck out his tongue, touching the place where the bright color was dyed red, inch by inch.

The corners of his lips were covered with blood, and there was still warm liquid in it, which turned the blackness in Dongfang Ye's eyes into deep black, and then turned into dark, black and red, and the aura around him was replaced by the cold and stern.

All the people present watched this scene with bated breath. The beautiful woman in purple and gold, with a smile on her lips, was so focused, so tender and nostalgic as she watched the man with her head bowed, as if she was being hurt. It wasn't her who kept bleeding the bright red liquid, it seemed that only the man in front of her was left in the world.

The man who lowered his head and kissed the blood on the woman's arm exuded the aura from his body like Shura from hell, feeding on blood, and vowed to destroy everything, but the expression on his face was so loving and loving. Love and pity, it seems that in all his cognition, there is only that place that is still slowly overflowing with blood.

Raising his head to meet those same dark eyes, there is too much affection, too much tenderness, too much nostalgia, too much love, which are deeply reflected in the two pairs of pure vision, engraved into heart.

(End of this chapter)