Chapter 311

Time seems to be still, Mo? More and more blood flow, dye wet coat, ink Ye hand hold ink? His waist, his body are propped up, cold face rarely have a trace of warmth, “small? Hold on! ”

Ye Wei’s face is expressionless, struggling between shooting and releasing people. Is it impossible for Mo ye to put ink? Regardless, this is the best time to kill their brother. If you miss it, you will never come back.

But Mo

Ye Wei looks at those beautiful purple eyes, because they lose too much blood, Mo? His face was pale and frightening. There was no blood. There was no treacherous breath on his body. There was only peace.

Her heart is smothering, Mo? I’m afraid not.

She was ruthless and ruthless. It was better for her to give them a shot now than to drag them to death. She died earlier.

Finger, micro clasp.

But ink flashed in my mind? Yelling and forbidding to shoot, ye Wei breathes in the picture of rushing to her, and this hand can’t be buttoned down.

Mo Ye’s steps are moving. He can’t stand against them for a long time, or Mo? There’s no doubt that he will die. He just moved, and his eleven wrists moved. Suddenly, Mo? Head on the ground.

The tall body lay still on the beach, motionless.

Ye Wei breathes, Mo Ye loses his gun in a flash, and picks him up. “Little? , small… ”

No response.

That beach, a strange red.

Eleven pull the trigger. It’s a good chance to shoot. Mo Ye lost his gun. It would be foolish not to kill him at the moment.