Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

[Host sister, the plot is almost over, you...] It was incoherent, [Find a gun quickly, and then we can just commit suicide, don't worry about other people. 】

[...Just think I'm in a bad mood...] she said, then hid in the corner, [Just doing one good deed a day. 】

The bullet hit her feet, just one second away from hitting her.

This made her look solemn and led Chu Yao to run along the path.

The ferry terminal is far away from the neighborhood. The ships here still travel normally, and they are aware of the chaos in the city, so they will only leave earlier.

She handed her the ticket, which was still stained with a few drops of blood, and was stuffed into Chu Yao's hand.

Her face was already pale, and blood was dripping from her wrists, almost flowing into strands.

Chu Yao was about to cry, "Your arm..."

My arm?

Her consciousness was no longer clear, and she felt some pain for a few seconds.

The ship started moving immediately, and she stretched out her right hand and pushed her aboard.

Then Chu Yao was grabbed by people on the boat.

Qi Fenglan had a complicated look on her face as she looked at the woman wearing a black cloak, covering her left arm and almost slumping down.

After the performance that day, the young marshal's wife suddenly came to him, hoping to recommend someone to him, and gave him a large sum of money.

He is not a money-grubbing person, and accepting a disciple depends on the other person's talent, so there is no guarantee.

But she breathed a sigh of relief and just said quietly, "Just take her abroad."

Never, ever come back.

By changing one's appearance and identity, one can get rid of the identity of the emperor and live as a free girl.

The ship had already left the shore, and Qi Fenglan pulled Chu Yao away from the edge of the ship, where it was easy to be sniped, and walked closer to the inside.

Lu Jian watched quietly, and angry shouts came from behind him.

"Lu Jian, did you lie to us?!"

There seemed to be many people chasing her, but the woman just turned around with a crooked eyebrow and took off her hood, "You think highly of me."

She didn't recognize the people who came, but everyone had a gun, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at her.

The leader was so angry that he wished he could kill her with a single shot, but now he just surrounded her and didn't do anything to her.

After running for so long and being shot once, she covered her arm and kept her face hidden. Only she knew that this was the end of her strength.

It won't last long, but fortunately, it will be over soon.

She reached into her arms and held the pistol she had hidden in advance.

Before she could pull it out, the ground seemed to vibrate, which made her hand pause.

It's not that the ground is moving, but that people seem to be coming this way, and there are quite a few of them.

The leader's expression became even more distorted, and he rushed forward with a few quick steps, trying to grab Lu Jian's arm.

Lu Jian took a few steps back in time, but was not controlled. She curled her lips, and blood splashed on her cheeks, adding a bit of beauty and femininity, making her look like a fairy.

Even the look in his eyes was full of contempt and ridicule.

"Oh~ I know." She smiled with squinted eyes, but her tone was very cold.

"Pei Jiu is here, right?"

In an instant, more guards than this number surged up, forming a circle of encirclement.

They made a way for the man, and slowly, the sound of leather shoes could be heard here.

One after another, no one spoke, only shallow breathing.

Lu Jian lowered his head and could feel the eyes scanning his body. There was no tenderness, only coolness.

At this moment, she slowly raised her head, still clutching her bleeding left arm with her right hand, and met Pei Jiu's cold eyes without warmth.

Unseemly, she laughed.

As if across a huge ravine, the corners of his lips curled up sincerely.

The leader was still clamoring to tie her up and threaten Pei Jiu, but he was already suppressed by two or three teams of guards and tied up with ropes.

Such a well-prepared rebellion was wiped out just like that.

The man walked closer slowly, without any rush or slowness, and never took his eyes away from her body.

Lu Jian sat on the ground. His blood had soaked into the layer of loose soil on the ground, which was very glaring.

She said quickly, "Please don't come here again."

And the man actually listened to her words and stood three meters away from her, motionless.

It was as if the air was frozen, and the atmosphere was incredibly stiff.

He opened his thin lips lightly, his voice was hoarse, and he looked at her with clear and clean pupils, but completely dark, "You...do you have anything you want to tell me?"

But don't want to.

Just the next moment.

The woman who was still slumped on the ground quickly pulled out her pistol, pointed the muzzle at herself, and pressed the trigger.

His pupils tightened, and he took steps almost at the same time, rushing towards the gun in her hand.

only……

"Bang——" sound.

Not much blood was spilled, but as the man's body fell, there was a last smile on his face.

Together, it turned into a thorn, piercing deeply into the deepest part of the flesh and blood.

Let people...

Anxious.

[Withdraw. 】

"Lu Jian——"

Who stole whose soul?

Whose eyes have the light taken out?