Yan Lui smiled as if he was in a dream, but in the blink of an eye, his expression changed, and he said with a stern face: "But no matter how good these memories are, they are just memories after all, and the good mood they bring to me is only short-lived."
"I'm quite happy to hear you recall the past, but do you think that just based on your memories, you can make me change my mind?" Yan Lui sneered, "It's just to give you a little hope."
Yan Lui slowly raised his gun, "How does it feel like after you raise your hopes and then find out that you've been tricked?"
Gu Nian's pupils were swaying, so he showed an expression of reminiscence and regret, was he just playing tricks on her?
Let her think that she was about to convince him. She had some hope in her heart, but he crushed it severely.
Yan Lui stopped talking nonsense and pointed the gun at Chu Zhaoyang's knee: "You stand still and take two shots from me, and I will put this child down."
Yan Lui pulled the trigger and the arrow was already on the string.
"Chu Zhaoyang, don't let women intercede for you. Whether you want to save your son or not is just a matter of your words." Yan Lui said.
Chu Zhaoyang took a step forward.
"Zhaoyang!" Gu Nian exclaimed. Chu Zhaoyang has already made his choice: "Okay. I'll let you shoot. I hope you can keep your promise."
Yan Lui chuckled twice.
The little guy said "Wuwu" and burst into tears.
The small body kept fluttering and spinning in mid-air. "Daddy, no! No, daddy!"
The little guy's throat hurt, and he still shouted with all his strength, his voice was hoarse.
"Dad, it doesn't hurt, I'm fine! Wuwuwu! Don't hit my dad! Don't hurt my dad. Dad, Little Millet Cake is okay, is okay! Wuwuwuwu!" the little guy shouted desperately.
"It's okay, Dad doesn't feel any pain either." Chu Zhaoyang smiled reassuringly at the little guy, "Don't be afraid, Little Millet Cake. Don't be afraid!"
The little guy cried and shook his head, "Dad, don't get hurt."
"Don't worry, dad will be fine." Chu Zhaoyang saw the gun in Yan Lui's hand, raised his head and said to the little guy, "Little Millet Cake, close your eyes and obey."
"No! No, don't hit Dad!" The little guy didn't believe Chu Zhaoyang's words at this time, "I won't go down, I don't want to go down anymore. Dad, don't get hurt! I'm hanging up there, I'm fine, wuwu Woohoo!"
Yan Lui snorted lightly, pointed at Chu Zhaoyang's knee, and pulled the trigger. With a "bang" sound, Gu Nian threw Chu Zhaoyang down without even thinking about it.
Her child, she wanted to save. But Chu Zhaoyang, she couldn't let him get hurt.
Unexpectedly, Yan Lui's shot missed a lot and hit the wall behind Chu Zhaoyang some distance away. Gu Nian raised her head and saw Yan Lui sitting stiffly in the wheelchair with a dull face. His eyebrows were a little red, and he was penetrated directly from the back of his head.
The gun in his hand fell to the ground with a "pak", and his hands hung weakly on both sides. His head drooped to the right, lifeless.
"Ah!" Yan Chuwei screamed in horror. She didn't even see clearly what was going on, why was Yan Lui shot to death! Yan Lui obviously didn't expect this before he died. Even now, his lifeless eyes were still wide open.
Before he died, his eyes were full of disbelief.
Although his eyes were lifeless now, they still looked frightened.
Where!
Where did it come from?
The men with guns no longer cared about Gu Nian and Chu Zhaoyang, and went to investigate one after another.
He then heard the sound of "Puff, Puff!" several consecutive times as the bullet penetrated the flesh.
The sound was very soft, and it had obviously been silenced.
They saw the men with guns falling down one after another.
Upon seeing this, Yan Chuwei immediately rushed over and put down Little Millet Cake.
The little guy was tied up like a rice dumpling and couldn't run away at all.
Even if he wasn't tied up now, he wouldn't have the strength to run away. Yan Chuwei grabbed the little guy and stepped back, pressing against the wall. Next to it was the window.
She quickly looked outside and saw that there were no other buildings except a mountain.
Could it be that the bullet was shot from the mountain?
"Don't come over here!" Yan Chuwei picked up Little Miller Cake and pointed a gun at his forehead.
"If you dare to move, I will shoot him to death!"
The little guy's eyelids were so swollen that he couldn't even open them. He was a little confused and perplexed at this time. When the cold barrel of the gun with the smell of gunpowder pressed against his temple, the little guy trembled subconsciously. A pair of eyes looked pitifully at Gu Nian and Chu Zhaoyang.
He didn't know if this will be the last time he saw his parents, and he felt a little reluctant to part with them.
A pair of eyes could only show a slight gap in front of them, reluctant to look at them.
"Dad, Mom." The little guy called with difficulty.
"Yan Chuwei, let me trade with him, okay?" Gu Nian begged, "Give my son back to me, and I will be your hostage. He is a child, so it is inconvenient, but I can cooperate with you and help you escape. "
Yan Chuwei was like a trapped animal, with a crazy look on her face. When a person reaches this stage, she could really do anything. Gu Nian was afraid that she will be pushed into a hurry and completely lose her humanity.
Gu Nian's eyes were fixed on Yan Chuwei, not daring to relax for a moment. "He can't move now, and you can't run fast if you hold him. If I switch with him, I will never slow down your pace. I will give you whatever you want," Gu Nian said.
The little guy was so frightened that tears fell down his face. Yan Chuwei narrowed her eyes, and after a while, she said, "Okay, but I don't want you." Yan Chuwei looked at Chu Zhaoyang: "I want Chu Zhaoyang! Let him come over and change!"
"Okay." Chu Zhaoyang nodded calmly, without any reluctance.