When Song Wuyou heard this, his face turned ashamed, "Gu Haoyan, can you be any more evil?"
Gu Yanhao replied honestly: "Yes, I will go on the road of evil for you and become more courageous."
"Yong you dead head, I'm full." Song Wuyou picked up the bag and made a gesture to go back.
"Check out." I originally wanted to give her a romantic performance, but seeing her indifferent expression when she saw the ring, Gu Yanhao was a little afraid that she would be more indifferent when facing his performance, or would laugh at him.
He was afraid that his heart would become uncomfortable because of her rejection...
After paying the bill, Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou walked out of the restaurant.
Gu Yanhao just wanted to ask her to wait for him here, and he went to pick up the car.
Suddenly, his eyes turned cold, and he quickly reached out to pull her into his arms, protect her with his arms, turn around quickly, and then lay down on the side.
Before Song Wuyou realized what was going on, there was a sudden "bang" in his ear.
Song Wuyou was taken aback, what's the sound
Gunshots
"boom-"
Another sound rang out, and people in the restaurant and on the street, hearing the gunshots, began to scream in panic.
The bullet hit Gu Yanhao's side with a whistling whistling, and he rolled around on the ground a few times with Song Wuyou in his arms, avoiding the bullet.
Wherever he rolled, bullets hit him.
The bullet hit the hard concrete road, producing strong sparks and noises, fluff—
Gu Yanhao turned sideways, blocking Song Wuyou behind his body.
The other hand was already holding a pistol, aiming at a building across the street.
"Bang bang—"
He fired two shots in one direction.
The people on the street were in chaos.
Run and run, scream and scream.
Several others were shot and lying on the ground because of running around.
Song Wuyou was behind him, looking at her nervously.
Looking at the person who was shot and lying on the ground, Song Wuyou frowned.
"Ah..." Not far behind, a girl suddenly fell to the ground because of being shot.
Song Wuyou was startled, and hurriedly looked back.
It was a little girl who was only about ten years old, and her heart was bleeding continuously.
Song Wuyou closed his pupils, got up and rushed over.
"Little girl!" Song Wuyou picked up the little girl.
"It hurts..." The little girl's clear and dark eyes were full of fear, "It hurts..."
She and her mother had just come out of the snack bar, and her mother asked her to wait for her here while she went to pick up the car. Hearing the gunshots, she was terrified and ran around like a headless chicken...
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital!" Song Wuyou pressed the little girl's heart with one hand, trying to calm himself down.
After Gu Yanhao killed the enemy on the opposite floor, he found that Song Wuyou was not behind him, he was so startled that his eyes shot around like a wild wolf.
When he saw her holding a little girl and looking at him, he rushed over.
Song Wuyou said anxiously: "She's injured, take her to the hospital!"
"Give it to me." Gu Yanhao stretched out his hand to take the girl, when suddenly, a red light shot from Song Wuyou's back.
Gu Yanhao was startled, because he had already caught the girl with one hand and the gun with the other, so he had no choice but to take a step forward and push Song Wuyou away with his body.
At the same time, raise your arms and shoot forward.
"boom… "
"boom… "
Song Wuyou staggered a few steps, and before he could stand still, he heard two gunshots.
One sounded from the front, one sounded from the ear, and then there was a sound of "Peng".
The sound of bullets hitting flesh.
Song Wuyou was startled, and quickly turned around to take a look, only to see the tall and tall Gu Yanhao staggering back two steps before standing still.
"Gu Yanhao!" Song Wuyou rushed up to support him and stabilize the little girl in his arms. When he saw a hole in the white shirt on his chest, blood spurted out, and soon the white shirt was dyed red, Song Wuyou was shocked: "You were shot?!!"
After Gu Yanhao stood firm, his handsome face did not show any pain because he was shot.
With the hand holding the gun, he clasped her waist, hugged her, his eyes as deep and sharp as a falcon swept her around, and said in a low tone with a trace of tension: "Are you injured?"
"No!" Song Wuyou shook his head, looking at the shocking wound on his chest, his heart tightened and ached.