Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Thinking of this, mu Yunshen clenched his fist tightly, spit out a hot breath, and watched the faint white fog float in the slightly cold air.

"Maybe Jingyu doesn't know what you did." He squeezed a few words out of his teeth. "Even if Tan Jing said something to him intentionally or unintentionally, he probably didn't care at all."

"How do I know that?" Gu Beihua frowned, suddenly fidgeted up, "Mu Yunshen, if this thing spread on you, how would you do it? Are you merciful enough to let him go, or would you rather kill one thousand than one? "

Mu Yunshen only felt that his throat was dry, and the excessive high temperature spread rapidly along his blood vessels, forcing him to approach the edge line out of control.

Suddenly, Gu Beihua shook his mind, as if he thought of something, and made a clear expression, "you asked me so much, but I have something to ask you - when did you know these things, and who told you?"

Mu Yun coagulated him calmly, his black eyes reflected a little cold and sharp light, like a layer of ice shell hanging on the blade.

Gu Beihua didn't wait for an answer. He said with a grim smile, "Yunshen, originally, I thought I was going to save your life for the sake of our two families having met each other."

Mu Yunshen stood still.

"But I don't think so now? Tut Tut, I'm not cruel. If you want to blame me, you can only blame yourself for knowing too much. " Gu Beihua's gun hand suddenly burst up a longitudinal line of blue tendons on the back of his hand, and his eyes suddenly flashed red, "if you have any words, just go down and say it!"

As he spoke, he pressed the trigger of the pistol.

The breeze around him gently wrapped up his whole body, drilled through the hem of his shirt, bit by bit biting his not so indestructible nerves.

Mu Yunshen is still standing in the same place, staring at his face, watching with his own eyes the look on his face from crazy to dazed, and then to flustered. He said in a timely manner, "boss Gu is really brave. He even dares to meet a killer who spends money to buy his life. It's really you."

What's going on?

Why didn't he die?

Gu Beihua's hand with the gun suddenly trembled, and subconsciously asked a stupid question, "how do you..."

"Why didn't you die?" Mu Yunshen calmly took the words, and quickly raised the hand that had been clenched and hung on his side, and straight to Gu Beihua's face.

"- because there are no bullets in the gun."

"Well..." Gu Beihua didn't expect that he would start suddenly. He got a punch on half of his face and couldn't help humming with a mouthful of thick and greasy blood foam.

Just at the moment when Gu Beihua closed his eyes, mu Yunshen quickly grabbed his shoulder, held his arm with one hand and folded it back. He only heard a "click". Gu Beihua took advantage of the situation and screamed. His wrist unconsciously relaxed, and the 92 style "jingle" fell to the ground.

Mu Yunshen bent down and stepped on Gu Beihua's back with one foot. He grabbed his hair with the other hand and forced him to lift his neck back.

He sneered, and his deep and mellow voice came down. "Gu Beihua, do you still think I'm ten years old?"