Even though he is a well-behaved child, no matter how many storms he has seen, he still cannot calm down after seeing his mother fall with his own eyes.
Lu Sinian's beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with pain, and the bottom of his eyes was scarlet.
He couldn't believe that it was Toffee who had been shot, and he couldn't confirm the fact. He could only suppress all his emotions and turn them into strength to suppress the two children in his arms.
"Don't make trouble!" He spoke loudly to the two children for the first time. His damaged vocal cords had a dry hoarseness after being torn, with a deterrent effect: "You three are still young. In the past, you would only cause trouble to your parents. Even if The injured one is mom, and you don’t want her to be injured and worry about your safety!"
Several children were yelled at by Lu Sinian.
Xiaozhou was the first to react and looked at Yu Chu who was hugging him.
They need the protection of adults even to avoid danger. Even if they rush to their mother's side, what can they do to help?
"Xiaobao! Xiaoshi!" Xiaozhou's black eyes flashed, with heartbreaking pain and cold sobriety: "Stop making trouble, listen to Uncle Snian, let's go inside first to ensure our own safety, and then Find other ways to help mom."
The words he shouted out were actually restraining the heartbreaking pain.
Xiao Shi nodded in tears, stopped making trouble for her mother, and helped Lu Snian to comfort the excited Xiao Bao: "Brother Xiao Bao, listen to your brother and Uncle S Nian, don't cause trouble to the adults. .”
"Mom...Mom...I..." Xiaobao's waving little hands dropped weakly, and his red eyes stared at the position on the stage, helplessly moving further and further away.
The scene became increasingly chaotic. Seeing this, Ying's men opened fire one after another, hoping to kill more people.
The more people die, the more successful the plan becomes.
In the eyes of the eagle, the people fleeing from the scene are not living lives, but chess pieces that can torture the leader. Every death of a person will make the leader feel guilty and blame himself for the rest of his life.
He didn't believe that the leader could get back on his feet.
The sound of gunfire was like a heavy rain that had been muffled all summer, falling slowly and quickly, leaving shocking bullet holes everywhere it touched.
Lu Beixiao was holding a thick steel plate in his hand, which was a building material surrounding the high platform. He broke off two pieces forcefully. His palm was cut due to his hasty movements, and blood continued to overflow from where he was holding the steel plate.
He and Lu Jiangyu each took a piece, and quickly approached and protected the four people in the middle. The two brothers were sweating profusely.
When he turned to look at the stage, he saw that the people next to him had been taken away by Qin Huaichuan and Qi Feng one after another. Only Fu Xizhou and his eldest brother were standing next to the two people who fell to the ground.
Neither of them spoke, and there was a deathly silence, as if the gunshots ringing around them had nothing to do with them.
Lu Jinchen squatted on the ground and reached out to feel Fu Qingyu's pulse. He was close and knew that Toffee was fine.
But what happened to Fu Qingyu also had a huge impact on him.
The outstretched hand trembled slightly in the air. His usually gentle and handsome face was filled with gloom, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't say a word.
Gu Beisheng, who was pinned down, regained consciousness and subconsciously raised his fox eyes to see Fu Xizhou standing next to him.
Under the slow-moving sky, the treetops were surrounded, and the cold wind of late winter blew his dark hair.
He stood in the midst of the chaos, but his expression was surprisingly calm and indifferent. His eyes were lowered, but the tips of his eyes were red. His full of sinister and murderous aura made him look like a demon. His eyes alone were frightening.
But Gu Beisheng's heart fell to the bottom, and she felt as if Fu Xizhou was about to break.
Her eyes were red and she tried hard not to shed tears. She grabbed her brother's hand in a dumb voice and said, "Brother."
The moment he called her out, tears couldn't stop pouring out, falling on Fu Qingyu's forehead and sticking to his hair, but he remained motionless.
The person in his arms is also Xizhou's eldest brother.
When she thought of this, her heart felt extremely painful, as if countless knives were stabbing into it.
Even so, she pursed her lips and continued weakly: "Take Brother Qingyu back first. I have detected his breath and he is alive. If you take him inside first, you can definitely save him."
Only then did Lu Jinchen dare to breathe, as if a beam of light finally poured in from the dark world.
There was movement among the people. He raised his beautiful eyes to look at the two younger brothers and said, "Quickly, take Brother Qingyu back first and pay attention to the location where he was shot."
Without saying a word, Lu Beixiao threw the steel plate in his hand onto Lu Jiangyu. The steel plate was thick, but Lu Jiangyu barely caught it. He clenched his teeth with difficulty and guarded against the gunfire without saying a word.
Lu Beixiao carried Fu Qingyu on his back. When Lu Jinchen helped his sister up, he found that the palm of her hand that had just held Fu Qingyu was full of scarlet blood.
He was stunned and moved his gaze downwards, seeing that her white wedding dress was also stained with a large red blood stain, which was very dazzling.
He raised his eyes suddenly, questioning and uneasy eyes falling on her face.
As if asking, is Fu Qingyu really still alive?
Or are you just trying to appease Fu Xizhou?
Thinking of this, he turned to look at Fu Xizhou, who was standing there, feeling that his lacquered eyes were like the Dead Sea, without any ripples.
The moment Gu Beisheng stood up, he stepped forward and hugged Fu Xizhou. Tears were streaming down his face, and his voice was tight: "Xizhou, believe me, my eldest brother is not dead, he is really not dead. You come back with me first."
He was motionless, and the low air pressure radiating enveloped his whole body, making his handsome face look as cold as ice.
He tightened his white lips and slowly opened them. The sound he made was extremely cold and chilling, and a cruel light flashed across his eyes quickly.
"I saw the bullet hit his heart."
Gu Beisheng was stunned, her tear-stained eyelashes drooping. She felt that the Fu Xizhou she was holding was more like a corpse, without any vitality.
"No, it didn't hit the heart. Brother Qingyu can survive. My senior brother and master are all here. I will definitely be able to save him. Let's go back and see him, okay?"
Fu Xizhou's eyes moved, his eyes were hollow, emotionless, and soulless: "A bullet hit the heart, how can I survive?"
He was the closest to Gu Beisheng, with only grandma in between.
When he sensed something approaching in the air, his first reaction was to protect his grandma and Gu Beisheng.
But no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't catch up with the speed of the bullet.
Seeing the bullet hit Gu Beisheng, time was forced to open a gap. In less than a second, a figure rushed over and blocked her squarely.
At that moment, he felt happy in his heart.
Because the one I love was saved.
But the next second, that trace of happiness was replaced by endless guilt and pain.
He almost watched helplessly as he saw his brother being shot, and the bullet passed through the little flower on the chest of his suit.
That is, right at the heart.
So, if the bullet hits the heart, can he really be saved?
Biquge
