Click, the sound of the upper chamber.

"Why don't you shoot? If you don't, I'm going to shoot."

"Sister Xue, the knife and gun have no eyes. If it hurts you, don't blame me me me. I've given you a chance."

Shao Qing kept urging, but Muchu's right to flute should not be heard.

Now she has only the man in her mind.

The man who grabbed her hand and asked her to shoot.

The index finger, moving slowly under pressure, is about to shoot.

Muchudi burst into tears, and the black eyes were full of tears.

"No, Mr. Huo, I beg you, no!"

If the gun goes on, she...