But she didn’t realize that her trembling body and pale complexion had already betrayed how frightened she was at this moment.
She’s afraid, how wonderful.
He wanted her to be afraid, he wanted her to regret, he wanted her to feel fear, he wanted her to know what it was like to wish for death over life.
"Ranran, you’re my woman. I love you so much, how could I bear to kill you? If anyone should die, of course, it should be them," he said with a smile, but Mo Ran felt a chill down her spine.
"Gu Yixuan, what exactly do you want? If you truly hate someone, hate me. It’s all my fault. Please don’t kill anyone indiscriminately, I’m begging you, all right?"
"Ah, it seems you truly can’t bring yourself to do it," the man said with pity, releasing her hand and taking a step forward.
"Since you can’t bear to do it, let me do it. The child is crying down there; he needs us to avenge him."
He gently raised his hand, the black muzzle of the handgun aimed at Wen Sha.
The wind was strong on the mountain, and the man standing in the wind had an aura of dominating the world.
His expression seemed careless, but every pore in his body exuded a belligerent breath, telling everyone his determination to kill could not be changed.
Mo Ran had thought Gu Yixuan was a devil before, but she was wrong. Now he truly was one.
He could turn the skies with a flip of his hand, target anyone he pleased without a hint of compassion or a moment’s hesitation.
All this must have been him playing with her deliberately just now.
That’s how Mo Ran felt, and she had a deep premonition that Gu Yixuan would indeed pull the trigger at any moment.
Without thinking, she rushed forward to block the muzzle, her gaze cold as she stared at him, "Don’t you dare kill anyone!"
So what if he had always lived in darkness, and what if he had killed countless times already?
She didn’t want to deal with his past, but she knew she couldn’t let him kill someone in front of her.
She wouldn’t allow him to continue to descend into depravity, wouldn’t allow his sins to deepen.
Gu Yixuan just glanced at her indifferently, the muzzle suddenly pointing at Tang Song; Mo Ran’s reaction was swift, immediately stepping in front of Tang Song again.
"I won’t!" Mo Ran was adamant.
"If you won’t move, I’ll have to shoot," Gu Yixuan said with an icy demeanor.
There was not a hint of fear on Mo Ran’s face, "If you must kill someone to appease your hatred, then shoot. But, I hope that after you’ve killed me, you’ll let them go."