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Sang Zhi shook her head and quickly looked at the two people fighting on the side. Her expression changed slightly. She subconsciously grabbed Zhuo Yijing's arm.

Zhuo Yijing frowned and glanced calmly at the arm that had just been installed on the corner of the table.

"You...you go and stop them! Yixun...Yixun's leg seemed to have been injured again just now."

Sang Zhi's eyes were red and her voice was crying.

Ji Yixun was indeed at a disadvantage at this moment.

Xie Fengyi seemed to see that his legs couldn't bear it, so she beat and kicked his legs to death.

"He wouldn't want me to help him. This is between them."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and calmly withdrew his arm held by Sang Zhi.

"Now I'm just venting my anger and having fun, but next time... I guess it will be a fight to the death.

How do you want me to help? Elvis himself said that he did not want me to interfere in their affairs.No matter who wins in the end. "

Zhuo Yijing said in a deep voice without any intention of breaking up the fight.

"Just for fun?"

Sang Zhi suddenly felt that the person in front of him was really cold-blooded.

"Yixun's legs... are not for fun."

Sang Zhi clenched her palms tightly, her eyes red.

She pushed Zhuo Yijing away and suddenly stood up to walk to the bedroom.

"where are you going?"

Zhuo Yijing wanted to grab her arm.

However, Sang Zhi threw him away and walked straight to the bedroom without looking back.

And that hand was the hand that just hit the corner of the table.

Even though the mulberry branches look soft, they actually have a lot of energy in them.

She shook it off with great force.

Zhuo Yijing's arm throbbed slightly.

He pursed his lips, glanced at the two people fighting fiercely in the corner, and frowned.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Sang Zhi walking out of the bedroom with help, his eyes red but firm.

Zhuo Yijing's eyes fell on Sang Zhi's hand...

In Sang Zhi's hand was... the exquisite and compact pistol he gave her last time.

Zhuo Yijing's face changed slightly, and cracks suddenly appeared on his originally calm face.

"Sangzhi! No!"

Zhuo Yijing said sternly, taking a big step to block in front of her.

But found it was too late.

The muzzle of the gun in Sang Zhi's hand was already pointed at Xie Fengyi's temple.

"do not move!"

Sang Zhi's hand holding the gun was trembling.

Xie Fengyi's raised fist suddenly froze in mid-air, and his expression suddenly changed.

Something cold pressed against his temple.

How could he not feel what it was.

Ji Yixun, who was pressed against the wall by Xie Fengyi, was also stunned.

He frowned and his eyes fell on the delicate and small pistol in Sang Zhi's hand.

"Sangzhi..."

Xie Fengyi slowly turned his head, and the muzzle of the gun that was originally pressed against his temple was pressed against his forehead. Xie Fengyi's eyes were red and he stared at her.

His face was also stained with blood, and he looked as embarrassed as Ji Yixun.

But Ji Yixun's injury was more on his legs.

"Sangzhi...what do you mean?"

Xie Fengyi gritted his teeth and sneered.

"..."

Sangzhi said nothing, and the hand holding the handle trembled.

"Ha ha."

Xie Fengyi sneered again and again, "For a disabled person with limited mobility, you threaten me with a toy gun? Haha."

Xie Fengyi glanced at Ji Yixun's legs with his peripheral vision, his eyes full of sarcasm.

He pursed his lips and clenched his palms into fists.

Ji Yixun clenched his palms tightly and his face became darker.

"Ji Yixun is not a cripple. And it was all caused by Shen Ru. His leg was finally cured, but you still hurt his leg..." Sang Zhi said in a deep voice.

"What? Feeling distressed?"

Xie Fengyi sneered and stood up slowly. He was also a little exhausted, staggered, and simply held on to the wall.

"Sang Zhi, what's the use of using a toy gun to scare me and threaten me? If you have the ability to use a real gun, just kill me... avenge Ji Yixun."

Xie Fengyi's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.

"Toy gun?"

Sang Zhi's eyes fell on the pistol, and he laughed at himself, his eyes red.

"A person like you...can't you tell whether that's a real gun or a toy gun?"

"..."

Xie Fengyi remained silent, looking at Sang Zhi with hurt eyes.

Ok……

It's a real gun.

He saw it right away.

The gun on Sangzhi’s cell phone is a real gun.

Not a toy gun.

He wants to deceive himself.

Sangzhi was unwilling to lie to her.

"That's right... you feel distressed. If I keep fighting, will you actually shoot me?"

Xie Fengyi glanced at Ji Yixun, and his eyes fell on Sang Zhi's face, as if he wanted to see through her.

Sangzhi remained silent.

"is not it?"

Xie Fengyi said through gritted teeth.

"……Yes."

Sang Zhi looked down at Ji Yixun and gave a stiff smile.

"I finally waited until Yixun came back, and I didn't allow anyone to hurt him again."

Sangzhi pulled her lips and spoke word by word.

Ji Yixun's eyebrows moved slightly.

Zhuo Yijing on the side stared at Sang Zhi's delicate back for a moment. He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, and a faint sneer flashed across the corner of his lips.

Indeed...it is very affectionate.

"..."

Xie Fengyi smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Sangzhi, what were those years of our life? You are so cruel."

"...Xie Fengyi, don't you think it's ridiculous to have a relationship with a stand-in? You think I'm like your Fu Zhixiao, and I think you're like my Ji Yixun. We are together tacitly."

Fu Zhixiao?

Ji Yixun frowned slightly.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous for you to talk about feelings with me now?" Sang Zhi continued.

Sang Zhi laughed at himself, squatted down next to Ji Yixun under Xie Fengyi's gaze, held his hand tightly, and reached out to gently wipe the blood on his face.

"We just received a report from someone here, saying that there was a fight..."

Several police officers who suddenly appeared at the door said in a deep voice, their eyes falling on the mess of the hotel suite, and then looking at the embarrassed Xie Fengyi and Ji Yixun.

The policeman scanned the room.

The leading policeman's sharp gaze suddenly fell on the gun in Sang Zhi's hand, and his face changed slightly.

Ji Yixun frowned and his handsome face sank. He subconsciously stood up and raised his hand, blocking Sang Zhi behind him, trying to take the gun from her hand.

But was stopped by Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi seemed to be aware of Ji Yixun's intention.

She pulled her lips, clenched the pistol, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes... I called the police."

"Because this gentleman...intentionally hurt others."

Sang Zhi spoke word by word, her eyes were red, and she raised her eyes to look at Xie Fengyi.

Xie Fengyi's handsome face showed no expression.

He lowered his head and smiled softly, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"That's right, I was the one who made the first move."

Xie Fengyi spoke calmly.

The leading police officer glanced at Sang Zhi, then at Xie Fengyi, and motioned to the police officer behind him to step forward.

"Young Master Xie, I'm offended."

the man said.

Xie Fengyi said nothing, just looked at Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi saw the police officer put handcuffs on Xie Fengyi, pressed him directly and took him out.

Sang Zhi lowered his eyelids and slowly tightened his palms.

"Madam, you are suspected of illegally possessing firearms and concealing firearms... Please come with me."

The leading police officer with a stern face said in a deep voice.

"Wait a minute, that's me..."

Ji Yixun's face changed slightly. He pursed his lips and held Sang Zhi's hand. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Zhuo Yijing, who was holding his arms in the corner behind him.

"That'smine."

The man's deep and indifferent voice sounded slowly.

Sang Zhi's body stiffened slightly, and she was stunned for a moment.

Ji Yixun's eyebrows moved slightly and his eyes darkened.

The leading police officer raised his eyes to look at the handsome and noble man in a crisp suit.

Zhuo Yijin's eyes were half-squinted, and he tugged on his tie, his expression was lazy and leisurely, and his deep and dark black eyes flashed with a strange light.

"That'smine."

"Toy……"

"That's all."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and continued.

The leading police officer frowned, with a cold face, and suddenly took a step forward, took out the gun from his waist, walked towards Sang Zhi with a wary look, and took the gun in Sang Zhi's hand without any explanation.

The leading police officer glanced at Sang Zhi, frowned, and said in a deep voice.

"Your or his?"

"I..." before Sangzhi could speak.

Zhuo Yijing spoke again, his voice as cold as ice.

"It has nothing to do with this woman."

"There is a word 'jing' under the handle."

"Just take me away."

Zhuo Yijing's tone was obviously impatient.

"..."

The leading police officer did not speak, but looked down at the bottom of the handle.

There is indeed a word for "jing".

Several police officers looked at each other.

"Young Master Zhuo, that's offending you. The matter is very important, so I have to trouble you to come with us."

The leading police officer's voice was calm.