Rebirth: Mr. Fu will not cancel the engagement this time

Chen Chen saw the blood on the stone table slowly flowing down the edge. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, squatting in silence. He knew that if he made a sound at this moment, he would be the next corpse.

During this time of heavy rain, there were occasional sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground, accompanied by gunshots.

The gunshots did not last long. After about two minutes, the gunshots in the pavilion finally disappeared.

But Chen Chen held his head and didn't dare to look up, for fear that if he raised his head he would die here.

It was not until Shuhua touched him that he carefully put down his hand and raised his head. In a short period of time, he saw that more than a dozen corpses appeared inside and outside the pavilion.

Most of them were brought by Murong Qingxuan.

At this time, Murong Qingxuan covered his injured arm with one hand, and blood slowly flowed out from under his black shirt. He was injured by a bullet.

For a moment, Chen Chen subconsciously wanted to go over to check, but at the same time, Murong Chuan's words just now rang in his ears.

Chen Chen hesitated. He just squatted there and watched the confrontation between Murong Qingxuan and Murong Chuan.

On the other side, Murong Chuan stood there unharmed, looking at Murong Qingxuan with interest, as if he was very happy to see him injured.

The two sides faced each other for a long time without speaking, and finally seemed to have had enough of Murong Qingxuan's pale face.

Murong Chuan held up his gun and said, "I regret it again. I think you are much more interesting alive than dead."

Murong Qingxuan glanced at the two or three people left on his side, his face turned dark. This was the first time he had suffered a defeat in all these years.

He was still defeated by Murong Chuan, which made him feel depressed whenever he thought about it.

Murong Chuan: "The problem between you and me will be put on hold for now. Next, I will have a good talk with my good sister."

Chen Chen listened to his voice, as if it were a demon ringing in his ears. The way Murong Chuan spoke was too bloody and violent.

Then he turned his worried gaze to Gu Jinhe in front of him, but saw that Gu Jinhe had already stood up. The previous seat was covered with blood, and there were two corpses lying on the stone table, so it could not be used for the time being.

Murong Chuan looked at Gu Jinhe, whose face remained calm, and his interest in her grew stronger. He smiled and said, "How about it, my dear sister, can we talk calmly now?"

The heavy rain washed away the blood on the ground outside. More than a dozen corpses were lying in the rain and blood, and no one paid any attention.

Gu Jinhe narrowed his eyes slightly: "The premise for us to talk is that you change your address."

Murong Chuan raised his eyebrows and bared his canine teeth: "I think it sounds nice. My dear sister, you can also call me dear brother——"

At the end, he made himself laugh first. He raised his head and laughed loudly. After a few seconds, he restrained the smile on his face, tilted his head and looked at Gu Jinhe and said, "The name is not important. How about we discuss something?"

Gu Jinhe looked at him without saying anything.

Murong Chuan didn't care, he said it himself: "As long as you kill Murong Qingxuan, I won't kill you, how about it?"

When Murong Qingxuan heard his words, his face turned pale and the anger in his eyes was not concealed at all. He looked at Murong Chuan fiercely, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces.

Gu Jinhe said indifferently: "If I kill him now, what good will it do me?"

Murong Chuan rolled his eyes, as if thinking carefully, and then he suddenly realized: "You are right, it is not good for you at all, but only good for me, haha!"

As he spoke, he began to laugh wildly and recklessly for no reason.

Gu Jinhe frowned slightly. She really knew nothing about Murong Chuan in her previous life. Apart from knowing that his name came from a branch of the Murong family, she knew nothing else.

Now we cannot judge Murong Chuan's character with ordinary people's thinking standards. It seems that in his mind, human life is not important, and it is even an interesting thing for him to comment on.

When Murong Chuan finally calmed down after laughing enough, he shook his head and sighed, "What a pity! If you grew up in the Murong family, maybe we could become good friends and let Murong Qingxuan, that worthy guy, be locked up alone."

"I will also help you seize the position of the head of the Murong family, so that Murong Qingxuan will get nothing, haha."

Listening to Murong Chuan talking about him without paying attention to others, Murong Qingxuan's face suddenly darkened. He could no longer endure it and roared: "Murong Chuan, I gave you face, right? When we return to the old house, I will let my grandfather punish you to confine yourself in the back mountain!"

Murong Chuan's expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were grim: "From childhood to adulthood, I have gone to the back mountain so many times because of you that I can't even count them. Besides looking for the old patriarch, what else can you do?"

As soon as Murong Chuan finished speaking, he suddenly raised the gun on his shoulder and fired a quick shot at Murong Qingxuan.

"boom--!"

This shot was unexpected. No one thought that Murong Chuan would shoot again without saying anything, but fortunately he did not seem to want to kill Murong Qingxuan. This time he shot the vermilion pillar next to Murong Qingxuan's ear.

But this shot also caused Murong Qingxuan's ears to tingle for a while. He leaned against the pillar for a long time before regaining his hearing. Then he heard him shouting: "Murong Chuan, do you want to die?"

After firing the shot, Murong Chuan put the gun on his shoulder again. He glanced at Murong Qingxuan's ugly expression, and his gloomy eyes regained a smile.

"I still like to see you yelling incompetently like this. It makes me feel very happy."

After saying that, he ignored Murong Qingxuan and Murong Chuan looked at Gu Jinhe again. When he fired the gun just now, he saw from the corner of his eye that Gu Jinhe did not dodge, and even his expression did not change.

Murong Chuan looked at her curiously and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Gu Jinhe said: "What are you afraid of?"

Murong Chuan: "If I had fired at you just now, would you have dodged it?"

Gu Jinhe chuckled: "You think too highly of me. I don't have the ability to dodge bullets."

Murong Chuan stood in the rain with a gun on his shoulder. Then he felt that the division between Chu and Han was particularly annoying, as if Murong Qingxuan and Gu Jinhe in the pavilion were from the same place.

He took a step forward, but he only stood on the top of the steps, and the corner of the pavilion just happened to protect him from the rain.

He looked at Gu Jinhe and said, "Don't worry, I don't want you to die now. I suddenly thought of a very interesting game. I won't kill Murong Qingxuan. I will wait for the day when you kill him."

Gu Jinhe frowned slightly: "Why are you sure I will kill him?"

Murong Chuan: "Because from the moment you were born, it was destined that either you or he would die."