"It's not that I can't let him go." Celan looked at Ning Dai with a smile, but there was no warmth in her eyes. "It's just that you guys made me lose my lover. I can't endure this kind of pain alone."
"What do you want?" Ning Dai looked at Mo Chen's bleeding arm with a heartache.
Celan's eyes flashed with malice. "You take a bullet, and I'll let him go."
"In your dreams!" Even though Mo Chen was captured, his aura was still powerful, and his pupils were dark.
Ning Dai quickly went through the ancient medical book in her mind and found a method to fake her death. It looked like she was struggling, but she was secretly applying the needle. "I promise you. Let him go first."
Celan's voice turned cold. "You don't have the right to negotiate with me. Otherwise, both of you will die together."
"You dare?" After Ning Dai finished her acupuncture, she gave Mo Chen a look. She pointed the gun at her chest and pulled the trigger.
