1239. She finally woke up!
"Clack!"
That's the sound of a pistol being cocked.
The white man's smile became even more menacing as he stared intently at Mu Shaojing's forehead, his eyes glowing red with excitement, as if he might pull the trigger at any moment.
If the trigger is pulled, Mu Shaojing will surely die.
Because the gun barrel is aimed perfectly at his temple.
Lin Guanguan's body suddenly started shaking.
Her previously unfocused eyes began to react, her pupils suddenly constricting, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.
Mu Shaojing, don't die!
I'm begging you, don't die!
Lin Guanguan's lips finally responded, trembling uncontrollably.
She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but it was as if something was blocking her throat, making it impossible to make a sound...
Mu Shaojing, I'm begging you, resist!
The white man laughed wildly, "Go to hell!"
Mu Shaojing's enchanting eyes flickered, then he shut them in despair...
"No, don't... don't..."
