The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her temple, the chill from the depths below spreading upward from the soles of her feet, reaching her brain.
It was like a bucket of cold water suddenly splashing over her, waking her up, and her heart, which was beating almost beyond her limit, gradually calmed down after she took a deep breath.
Jin Jumo parted her lips slightly, cautiously glancing at Fu Mulan who was standing behind her, gripping her neck tightly, and in a hoarse voice said, "Fu Mulan, what do you want?"
Fu Mulan's gaze suddenly shifted to Xixi and Hanhan, who were standing beside Rong Zhengfeng, and her face, as cold as a corpse, suddenly pressed against Jin Jumo's ear as she spoke icily, "Isn't my goal clear enough? From four years ago until now, isn't it enough?"
When Jin Jumo saw her look at Xixi and Hanhan, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, her eyelashes trembling in panic, but she forced herself to control them, "Your target is me, right?"
