Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

The cabin was so quiet that Lu Qiao suddenly panicked.

"Huo Yan? Huo Yan!"

No one responded to her, only the sound of gunfire echoing through the forest.

Huo Yan, don't something happen.

Lu Qiao got out of bed in a panic. The weakness of her limbs and dizziness caused by the fever made it almost impossible for her to stand still.

She touched the gun by the bed, stumbled and ran outside.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself, and reason screamed for her to stop, not to go.

Now that she is in this situation, she can only die.

People like Huo Yan are not worth her death at all.

However, he couldn't stop the steps under his feet, he just ran forward with all his strength.

Crazy, really crazy.

Just like when she saw Huo Yan was almost hit by a car before, she didn't know why she did this, but she just thought of him being beaten to death by others.

The body is not controlled by the will at all and wants to find him.

She doesn't love him anymore, but the hatred is as strong as the original love.

The hatred was as deep as his bones, even if he was going to die, Huo Yan would have to die by her hands. Others must not be one step ahead of her and move people.

Otherwise, who should she find to vent her hatred? How should she avenge her?
Lu Qiao is not rational at all now, there is only one thought in her mind, and if this thought is turned into a name, it will be just "Huo Yan".

Not far from the wooden house, he tripped over a stone and fell heavily on the ground, his jaw hit the ground, his teeth bit the flesh of his lip, and his mouth was full of bloody taste.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't stand up for a long time.

Holding a piece of grass tightly in his hand, the sound of gunshots was dense, like the approaching footsteps of the god of death.

Lu Qiao suddenly felt a burst of strength from nowhere, stood up from the ground, and continued to run following the sound.

I don't know how many times I fell on the way, bruises and bruises can be seen everywhere on the body, thorns cut through the clothes, punctured the skin, and there were traces of mud all over her body. She looked really embarrassed.

It is probably because God saw this scene, but Lu Qiao couldn't see it, but he also stumbled into the depths of the forest.

There was a strong smell of blood floating in the air, more obvious than the blood that overflowed from her mouth, making her a little suffocated.

"Huo Yan..."

When she opened her mouth, her voice trembled inexplicably.

"How did you come here? You have a fever and don't stay and rest well. What are you doing here?"

Outnumbered and outnumbered, the guns snatched from Qi Qing's men are almost empty, Huo Yan doesn't even have the ability to protect himself, let alone a Lu Qiao who suddenly appeared.

He was a little anxious, and while paying attention to the situation on the other side, he quickly pulled her behind. The two hid behind a big tree, and Huo Yan sternly scolded her.

The voice was not well controlled, it sounded a lot harsher, and it turned into disgust and disgust in Lu Qiao's ears.

Lu Qiao's heart suddenly turned cold, and the wound on her body was painful, which was the greatest irony for her.

She felt that the self who was desperate to find Huo Yan with the magic gun just now was really stupid.

"Let me see what you did to die again. You can start a gun battle with people on a desert island."

She erected her thorn and hurt people fiercely, "Single-handed, without a weapon, so reckless to come here, I will come to enjoy the last scene before your death."

However, the gun in his hand was accidentally put into his hand.