"you……"

Tong Ran was shocked and wanted to pull his hand back, but was tightly held by Mo Nanjue. The man forced the gun to press his forehead against his voice, his voice was low but firm, "Tong Ran, I'll give you this opportunity now. If you shoot, I'll die, you can naturally leave."

“…”

"Tight the trigger and you can leave right away."

Tong Ran shook her head and murmured, "Mo Nanjue, you are crazy..."

He will only hand over his life to her if he is crazy...

"If you can't fire this shot, then it means you are unwilling to leave," Mo Nanjue completely ignored her murmur, with a solemn expression on his handsome face, and his black eyes glanced at her expression without a moment, "Tong Ran, this is my first and last chance and I will give you the only chance. If you miss it, don't think that I will let you go in the future!"

"I..." Tong Ran's shaking head gradually stopped.

The only chance...

The only chance he gave her was to choose whether to shoot him...

Do they have to be so tense?

It's still like this in his world, either losing or winning or dead or alive, so he never knows what equality is...

"Now, the decision is up to you."

After the words came, the man decisively let go of his hand, and her back was already against the pillar. At this moment, the two of them were facing each other like a duel for life and death. The gun in her hand pointed directly at his eyebrows, and he had completely blocked her retreat.

Some dangerous fire flashed in the air, as if it could directly detonate with just a little more!

"Tong Ran, if you want to leave, then you shoot!"

His voice sounded again, so cold that it was not a trace of temperature.

Tong Ran sucked in big mouthfuls, feeling every part of her body, every inch of her skin, and every pore tremble. Her right hand was still holding the gun at him, and her index finger was pressing on the trigger.

When the man moved a little, she seemed to be able to feel his cold breath passing through his fingers.

She never thought that one day she could point a gun at him...

Once upon a time, she wanted to kill him countless times, and wanted to escape from him desperately.

Once upon a time, they shared hardships and shared life and death. They were obviously so close, but invisibly, there was always a big hand that pulled them away again.

Mo Nanjue's dark brown short hair was blown by the breeze, and when he looked down at him from such a condescending manner, he showed a arrogant attitude. The man spoke, his voice carrying a certain kind of force, "Tong Ran, don't you want to leave? Why don't you shoot?!"

Yes, she wanted to leave, she hated him...

But why did she no longer have the courage to do this moment...

Do you have to exchange his life for her departure?

"No..." She trembled and her lips turned pale because of fear. "No, I don't want to make such a choice, I don't want to..."

"shot!"

"don't want……"

"Tong Ran, shoot!"

Mo Nanjue stretched out his hand and held her trembling shoulders hard, gathering his five fingers as if he was about to embed her shoulder blades. "Shoot me and you can leave!"

"I don't want it..."

"I'll tell you to shoot!"
Chapter completed!