Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Thinking of this, Gu Beihua's face was awe inspiring and his steps were steep in the distance. But before he could turn around, what he thought had been confirmed.

He could clearly feel a cold and hard thing behind his waist, and the cold came across his thin shirt. He quickly crawled back up his head along his back.

Almost at the same time, a husky male voice in a low voice approached, "boss Gu, long time no see, don't get hurt."

Once in a while, he stayed up late into the night. Gu Beihua was not so sleepy. Even though he had been squatting in the narrow and stuffy carriage for several hours, his mind was still awake.

In that short few seconds, with his rich practical experience, he suddenly felt that the pistol behind him should be a pistol.

Although he hasn't touched these things in person for a long time, it's rare for him to be stuck with a pistol to his back and be in such a mess as now, but it's not so strange.

It was the voice that made him shudder.

Gu Beihua was silent for a moment and frowned quietly. His voice was quickly infected with a layer of imperceptible anger. "Mu Yunshen, it's you!"

"Ouch, ouch." The man behind seemed a little surprised. "I didn't expect boss Gu to remember my voice. It seems that you really care about me."

He didn't admit it directly, but what's the difference between such an answer and acquiescence?

Gu Beihua quickly "clattered" in his heart, and the words he was about to blurt out were all stuck in his throat.

Tens of thousands of nerves in his brain were connected, and eventually the same voice roared out. The sound like a heavy hammer, hard to hit his eardrum, clear and sharp to remind him - over.

It's all over.

Why is mu Yunshen here?

What about Su Dayong?

Tang Xiao!

All of a sudden, big and small problems emerge together, like a cosmic storm without reason. All the stars and dust gather together, carrying a fierce and cold wind, roaring through the atmosphere and roaring towards him.

In an instant, the orderly items in his mind collapsed into scattered pieces and turned into something called despair.

Mu Yunshen pulled off the wig on his head and threw it aside. He let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "boss Gu, it's really not easy to see you once."

Gu Beihua bit his back teeth and clenched half of his fist quietly.

If he turns around now and has the right strength, he may be able to catch mu Yunshen's wrist with his backhand, and then snatch the pistol. In this way, he will be able to turn the situation around.

But how likely is that?

Gu Beihua's eyes sank, and his face flashed a chill that was not easy to detect.

There's no time to think about it.

Thinking of this, Gu Beihua suddenly frowned, ankle direction quietly turned half a circle. Suddenly, he turned back and grasped mu Yunshen's wrist.

At that moment, Gu Beihua's heart flashed a burst of joy, but such joy's shelf life has not even been opened, and he drank a mouthful of milk long - he saw Mu Yun deeply bent his lips and laughed.

There was no surprise or surprise on his handsome young face, and there was even a little clarity between his eyes, as if everything was under his control.

Gu Beihua's grin was stiff in the corner of his mouth, and his pupils suddenly widened. He suddenly raised his hand, raised the 92 style, and put it on Mu Yun's deep forehead.

"What are you laughing at? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Hearing this, the smile on Mu Yun's deep face became deeper, and the corners of his eyes raised a little bit, "dead? Why do I die? "

"Don't laugh!" Gu Beihua was irritated by the red and burning smile in the corner of his eyes. For a moment, he lost his sense and his voice trembled violently when he opened his mouth.

"Shouldn't I ask you that?" Mu Yunshen was unusually calm.