Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

It's just that Tang Hanting didn't expect that she would really travel to the movie.

That day was the last scene Tang Hanting filmed, and it was a shooting scene.

No one thought that the gun was a real gun.

Most of the face of the person who fired the gun was hidden in the shadows. After Tang Hanting passed through, she recalled countless times, who is he?

But I can't remember anything, and I vaguely feel that he looks familiar.

However, as a popular actress in the 21st century, Tang Hanting firmly believes that fate brought her to this old era, and she must do something.

Since she can't return to modern times and uses this body again, she will definitely avenge the original owner, and prevent the tragic ending like in the movie!

Why is it that Chu Jin'an, a proud and noble lady from a family in troubled times, became an excellent surgeon to save lives and heal the wounded?
But she is going to be reduced to a dilapidated red peony that reflects Chu Jin'an's life?

She wants the peonies to bloom, and she wants Chu Jin'an to be trampled under her feet!

She wants all men—

Be her servant!

Qi Lou: "Outsiders are doing everything possible to conquer Lord Lord God, and you will be replaced. Why are you still so leisurely?"

"I don't like to rob." Chu Jin'an sneered, "It's mine, and it will always be mine."

Qi Lou sighed, okay.

"The world's magnetic field has changed, which may lead to some errors. In this era, just do your best."

Chu Jin'an was noncommittal, and she didn't say the rest of the sentence.

Although she doesn't like to rob, she also doesn't like others coveting her things.

But right now, compared to Tang Hanting, there is obviously a more troublesome and interesting thing.

The whistle of the ship in the distance came, the sound of the pier was noisy, and people came and went, either in suits and leather shoes, or in linen gowns.

Chu Jin'an stared at the back of the man with the scar who was hurrying forward, and landed on the snakeskin bag he was carrying, then looked at the people around him, and landed on the large luggage.

His face is getting colder.

At this time, although wars were raging and the people were in dire straits, there were warlords in Beicheng, and the control was strict. Controlled products like guns were not available to just anyone.

Moreover, not necessarily a minority.

Chu Jin'an had a keen intuition, and said to Liang Shangjun: "The group of people I bumped into just now, their snakeskin bags contained guns and gunpowder."

Liang Shangjun frowned slightly, and his brown pupils showed some slight changes, but he was not flustered. He was about to look at the group of people, but was stopped by Chu Jin'an: "Don't look, they noticed it."

Liang Shangjun calmly said, "I'll go find the guard—"

If this is the case, they cannot sit idly by.

Chu Jin'an walked very slowly, deliberately lagging behind, the wave of passengers from the docking ship basically left, and the pier was still deserted for a while, causing a chill of unrest for no reason.

Over there, several men walked forward with heavy snakeskin bags on their shoulders.

A man in a suit hurried past them, there seemed to be an imperceptible pause, and his lips moved slightly.

Just then, something unexpected happened!
The boatman cleaning the boat on the pier, the sweaty worker carrying the goods, the old man wearing presbyopic glasses carefully reading the newspaper on the small bench...

There was a movement in an instant, and he drew his gun and rushed forward, directly throwing down the man in the suit and several other men!

The man with the scar that Chu Jin'an had bumped into just now changed his face drastically, he drew his gun from his side, and shot towards them, shouting.

"go!"

The scene was extremely chaotic in an instant, and a bloody scene was staged in this seemingly romantic and dangerous Beicheng.

Panic screams erupted.

Liang Shangjun took Chu Jin'an and ran away quickly. The man with the scar saw them from a not-too-far distance, and grinned at the corner of his mouth.

In the next second, he rushed towards Chu Jin'an with a gun!
"Bang -" a gunshot.

It seems to be able to go straight to the sky.

Chu Jin'an's eardrum was torn open.

The waves slammed against the shore again and again, the azure water was almost in line with the sky, and it seemed that it could wash up at any time, setting off turbulent waves and drowning people.

The sea water seemed to wet the girl's skirt, trying to push her to the shore, stained with the pale golden light of the morning glow, like a flower floating in the sea, exuding a broken beauty.

For an instant, the pure black pupils constricted.

"Be careful!" Liang Shangjun sternly shouted beside her ear, and quickly protected her behind her.

The man with the scar was only three steps away from them—the bullet shot from a distance pierced his body, piercing a bloody hole in his chest.

The color of blood is imprinted in Chu Jin'an's eyes, the bright red blood, the pitch-black eyes, the wharf strewn with corpses nearby, and the golden light in the distance, compose a very tragic painting.

It is very similar to the moment when the old camera freezes, and then a yellowed and sad old era is washed out.

The scarred man's eyes widened, and his body fell slowly, hitting the ground heavily.

She died at Chu Jin'an's feet, standing gracefully on the pier in her small silver stiletto heels, and a pool of blood gradually spread towards her.

The distance was too close, and she was caught off guard. Chu Jin'an couldn't dodge, and a few drops of blood were splashed on her body. She didn't care to wipe it off. He fired Liang Shangjun in front of him and looked at the person who shot in the distance.

It is hard to tell whether the unbalanced heartbeat is the instinct of encountering danger, or the turbulent emotion of seeing an old friend again.

Beicheng is a prosperous city, because Fu Rongheng is here, this city is full of all kinds of amorous feelings in troubled times, it is a luxury in war, it is a bustling pile of countless bones and darkness.

Ambushes ten miles away, life and death are at stake, he is a hero in troubled times.

The seagulls in the sky were high-pitched and sharp, and seemed to contain a bit of sadness. The vast sea stretched to the pier, and the scene was chilling.

Dozens of guards quickly appeared with guns and took control of the chaotic pier. They were dressed in the uniform of the Commander's Mansion, with cold and resolute expressions, and they were automatically divided into two sides.

The person who fired the gun walked slowly from the middle, his military boots stepping on the ground.

"Boom, boom—"

Chu Jin'an's heart was pounding, and from a small distance, she saw the deep outline of the man, which was awe-inspiring, and she just broke into her eyes.

The man was wearing a pure black military uniform, tall and straight like green pine and winter cypress, with golden tassels hanging from his shoulders, and the hard and sharp badge reflected a dazzling light.

In a trance, he seemed to be in a snowstorm, walking from memory.

Just as the waves were beating against the shore, another ship docked and made a long sound.

Fu Rongheng held a gun in his hand, and just after killing someone, the body fell at Chu Jin'an's feet, and the warm blood was still splashed on her skirt.

He lowered his eyes and wiped the gun casually. With his slender finger bones, he saw a trace of the lingering chill through his movements for no reason.

Seemingly aware of the gaze falling on him, after a slight pause, he raised his eyes without warning.

Look in the direction of your line of sight.

The sun blurred the figure a little.

Four eyes facing each other.