He Is Warmer Than Time

Sun Man was surprised that the young master let them out.

He whispered: "Young Master, I'm afraid this crazy woman will hurt you."

Qin Mo glanced at him and picked up the pillow on the ground: "Use this to hurt me? Are you sure?"

Sun Man coughed lightly, "Your forehead is bleeding."

Qin Mo said coldly: "Go out."

Sun Man knew that the young master of his family was not a patient person. He didn't like the people below who would disobey him. He didn't want to die in front of Song Ran.

Everyone withdrew, Song Ran's pillow and weapon were gone, she stared at the man in front of her coldly, she said everything that should be said, life or death, she doesn't believe that God will let her be born again, just let her What's the point of rebirth?

Suddenly, Qin Mo reached out and picked up a small and exquisite pistol on the bedside table, and then knelt on the bed with one leg...

Song Ran swallowed, is she really going to die?

Qin Mo waved to her: "Come here..."

Song Ran motionless, is she stupid? Did you die in the past?

Although, staying on the other side of the bed, it is impossible to escape death, but... she thought, maybe something miraculous happened.

Qin Mo didn't seem to have much patience, and went to bed barefoot, stepped over to her in three or two steps, then slowly squatted down and reached out to touch her face.

Song Ran stared at him angrily: "Don't touch me with your hand!"

Qin Mo looked at her face and chuckled lightly: "It's a face that people never forget, it's really a pity."

She was beautiful, very beautiful, and it was a pity that she died just like that.

He stretched out his hand to clamp her thin neck, his eyes gradually became bloodthirsty, and his exquisite muzzle was aimed at her temples: "Don't move, don't move... soon, with a bang, there is no pain. In the next life, reincarnate well."

Song Ran's heart almost jumped to his throat...

She wanted to ask, God, how did you arrange it? What does the current situation mean?

Is it true that you are dying?

Does God think that her life is not perfect?

No way, she thinks it's good enough, people can't be insatiable...

Click... The sound of pulling the trigger... Song Ran trembled, but there was no gunshot...

Qin Mo laughed in a low voice: "Oh, sorry, forgot to load the bullet, let me load the bullet..."

Song Ran raised his chin to look at him. This man is not only bloodthirsty, but also very funny.

Qin Mo raised his head and glanced at her: "You are a young girl who is the most calm person under my gun. At this time, others cry and beg for mercy. It really makes me very disdainful. I just want to be as fast as possible. Send them on the road, you're... silent, well, a little bit courageous."

After finishing speaking, open the drawer, pick up the golden bullets, one by one on the ground, the sound of metal touching, representing coldness and ruthlessness, and representing death.

Song Ran just watched the bullet on the ground at his leisurely pace, and then watched the man slowly walk to her, he slowly half-kneeled to her side: "It won't hurt, just a moment of effort, huh?"

Song Ran seemed to see the **** of death coming, and the **** of death leaned behind Qin Mo, showing her a mask with blue faces and fangs, his face was abominable and it made people desperate...

He reached out and hugged her head, and aimed his cold muzzle at her head...

Just when he was about to pull the trigger, the door was suddenly opened...

Qin Mo frowned and looked back...