"Dad!" The desperate roar made Dongfang Han who was standing there startled.
Listening to the cry of blood from behind, she knew it was him. But... At this moment, I don't know how to turn around and explain all this to him, or how to comfort him.
Because Jiang Jie's death is an unchangeable fact!
No, she still has to say something.
Unfortunately, she had just turned around and had no chance to speak. After hearing her name "Dongfang Han" with tearing sound in her ears, a hole was cut in her chest, which pierced her atrium by a few millimeters.
Everything happened in a blink of an eye, making people unresponsive.
"Jiang Junxi!"
Zhang Zichu, who caught up with him, saw the scene where Jiang Junxi actually picked up the sword on the ground and stabbed Dongfang Han, and quickly took out the pistol from his body. Even the Xu Wangying beside him and the Dongfeng on the opposite building were shocked, and quickly raised their hands. The weapon was aimed at the man.
but-
"Don't move him!" Dongfang Han shouted loudly, shocking the people present. The voice also used the communicator in Xu Wangying's ear to stop the two of Dongfeng and Fan Chao who were about to shoot Jiang Junxi.
The sword drew away, and blood splashed on his face, bright red like a fire.
"Why? Why don't you save him?! It is obviously not difficult for you to save him!" Jiang Junxi asked her out of control with red eyes.
Dongfang Han took a deep look at the man, and suddenly wanted to laugh out loud.
At this moment, any pain is less than the kind of pain in my heart.
In the midst of the severe pain, she suddenly realized that no matter how great her fate was, she would never be greater than God's will.
Looking down at the murderous sword on the ground, he never thought that this sword would point to him one day.
Teacher Ai said that those villains who have done all these bad things will have retribution one day.
Karma, look, now it's her turn.
She stood up with difficulty and staggered her eyes. Now she didn't need to see what was flashing in his eyes.
"I gave you the chance to kill me. But... You still show mercy to me. Jiang Junxi, you who are merciful everywhere are not qualified to stand in such a cruel world." After speaking, she picked up the sword on the ground. Walk slowly in the direction of the gate.
Jiang Junxi was taken aback and looked back at the two shocking bloodstains she left on the ground. Suddenly, he threw his head up and roared to the sky, tears streaming down as his heart collapsed.
This night, he lost the two most important things in his life at once.
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"No need..." Dongfang Han refused Xu Wangying's support, and looked back at Zhang Zichu who was looking at him worriedly.
"Go back first, be careful yourself."
"Xiaohan..." Before Zhang Zichu could stop her, Dongfang Han turned and left. After Xu Wangying glanced at them, he didn't know who said a few words to the communicator, and then left.
Zhang Zichu watched Dongfang Han walking down the stairs, and glanced over her hand holding the sword. The blood dripped from the palm of the palm, and slid down the blade to the ground, leaving obvious blood stains on the stairs.
When was her right hand injured? It looks badly hurt.
…
"What should I do next? Dongfang is okay." Fan Chao said worriedly while packing up the guns in his hands.
Dongfeng sitting next to him raised his hand to take off the mask on his face, and looked back at the man who was kneeling on the roof opposite, crying desperately. The light look in his eyes became complicated at this moment. Thoughtfully murmured: "The wound on the body can be cured, but the wound in the heart may not be cured..."