Journey To the World of Film and Television Chapter 52

Chapter 52 You can't do this!

Zhou Ji looked at Yan Xiaoyi indifferently, with murderous intent hidden in his extremely cold eyes.

Yan Xiaoyi knew that Zhou Ji would not let him go, so he didn't beg for mercy, but looked at Zhou Ji with a smirk on his face, spat out a mouthful of blood, and laughed wildly, "Do you know who sent me? It was Fan Xian. ! It was Fan Xian who asked me to find an opportunity to shoot you! Hahaha! It was Fan Xian!"

"I know you belong to Li Yunrui, and I also know that she is kind to you."

Zhou Ji shook his head, naturally he didn't believe Yan Xiaoyi's provocation, he took out a finger-thick metal cylinder from his pocket, and slowly stuffed it into the magazine.

Yan Xiaoyi's laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes were fixed on the slender copper pin in Zhou Ji's hand. It was thick at the front and thin at the back, with a golden color. It didn't look sharp, but it had an inexplicable terror.

He had never seen such a weird weapon, like a crossbow but completely different.

As the muzzle of the black hole pressed tightly against Yan Xiaoyi's forehead, the scorching temperature made him subconsciously want to lean up and dodge, but Zhou Ji took a step forward and pressed it fiercely between his eyebrows.

Zhou Ji said quietly: "At the end of the day, I'm too kind. I thought that Cheng Jushu's death would be enough to deter you, so that you wouldn't dare to provoke a ninth-rank master with unknown strength."

"But in the end, I still underestimated your madness."

"Since you have made a mistake, you must stop the loss in time."

"Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting, I will send her to see you below soon."

"No! You can't do this! Killing you was on my spur of the moment, it has nothing to do with the eldest princess! She is innocent! You can't kill her!!" Yan Xiaoyi panicked and wanted to reach out and grab the barrel of the gun in front of him, but Still a step late.

Crack~!

The gunshot rang out, and a ball of blood exploded from the muzzle of the gun, red and white intertwined, like clusters of flowers, scattered in a pool of blood.

Zhou Ji, who was the closest, was also splattered with filth, thick blood dripping from his hair with minced meat hanging.

Dark clouds covered the moon, and the night darkened again.

Zhou Ji didn't feel relieved because he took revenge for Fan Ruoruo. Yan Xiaoyi was the third life in his hands, and the one with the most tragic death.

Before this, he never thought that he would kill others so cruelly.

Recalling the critical situation during the day, Zhou Ji's compassion suddenly throbbed. If it was a little later, if it was a little later, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. Whether you intend to or not, it doesn't matter at this moment."

Zhou Ji originally wanted to get through this world without fighting with the world. After all, he had no interest in fighting for world hegemony, and he had no conflict of interest with Emperor Qing, Chen Pingping, Li Yunrui and others.

I didn't expect to make such a fuss just before leaving.

People who have experienced modern education always have a kind of reverence from the heart for life. Even in the eight years of Soul Wearing Wulin Gaiden, Zhou Ji still maintains this reverence.

I will not offend people if they don't offend me, but if they offend me, I will kill them.

If Feng Yuxiu's death was an agreement between the two of them that "the difference between the superior and the dead is determined", then the psychological impact of killing a person with his own hands broke Zhou Ji's awe.

Zhou Ji knows that his personality is too twisted. He is not as infatuated and dedicated as Fan Xian, and he is not as good as Fan Ruoruo who dares to love and hate. Being deeply influenced by his native family, he has never taken the initiative to like someone, nor has he been liked by others.

It is undeniable that at this moment, he was still touched by that stupid woman in the daytime.

Even though he has been warning himself from the beginning to the end, he only has a slight affection for Fan Ruoruo, and this affection is only out of concern for his friend's sister, and has not developed to the level of liking and deep love.

But now, whether you like it or not, whether you love it or not, it doesn't matter anymore.

This touch has already turned into a red-hot iron, and the name Fan Ruoruo is firmly branded in his heart.

Unless a piece of his heart is dug out, filled with cement, and filled with stones, Zhou Ji will never forget this girl in this life.

"One farewell, two wide, never see each other again."

People are always so cheap, when they want to separate, they always don't consider the other person's feelings.

But if the other party speaks first, I feel a little lost.

Zhou Ji let out a long sigh, looked up, and there were mountains at the end of his field of vision, and he didn't plan to return to the camp for the time being.

On the one hand, Yan Xiaoyi's death cannot be hidden for too long. Once the news spreads, Nanqing must be vigilant, and when Li Yunrui is killed, there will be another twists and turns.

On the other hand, the roiling thoughts in his mind made him subconsciously want to escape, at least not to face the figure in the camp until his mind calmed down.

Suppressing all the negative emotions in his heart, a dark cold light flashed in the depths of Zhou Ji's eyes. This cold light seemed to see Xinyang Mansion thousands of miles away through the mountains and prefectures.

Li Yunrui.

Damn Yan Xiaoyi, you too.

Zhou Jishen walked towards the distant stream with one foot deep and the other shallow, his shambling figure became more rickety under the cold moonlight.

The stream in late autumn was icy cold, Zhou Ji stretched his arms and lay on his back on the water, letting the stream wash over his body, the re-gathered light in the wilderness approached here smelling the fishy smell, as if smelling a familiar danger, without looking back Bypassing Zhou Ji, he ran towards the woods.

Darkness.

Endless darkness.

In the darkness, there was only a ray of light shining in front of Zhou Ji, no matter how much he chased it, he couldn't touch it.

Under the light beam, a familiar figure was walking backwards with her hands behind her back, talking to him about all kinds of trivial matters in life, which obviously sounded boring, but her tone was as relaxed and cheerful as her steps.

While speaking, Meidai was smiling and her eyes were shining.

Zhou Ji was still a little impatient at first, but unknowingly, he was also infected by the other party's smile, let go of the anxiety and loss in his heart, and slowed down the pace of chasing.

However, the moment Zhou Ji slowed down, a cluster of bright red blood bloomed in front of his eyes. The girl's smile froze on her face, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed with her outstretched arms.

Zhou Ji got up suddenly. He just closed his eyes slightly, but suddenly fell asleep, and even had a terrible dream.

It was clearly a dream I had just had, but after waking up, I couldn't remember the content of the dream. I only remembered the annoyance, regret, and grief that was almost lost.

The sky was getting brighter, and the white belly that appeared on the horizon swept away Zhou Ji's somewhat depressed mood.

People. After all, you can't be depressed for a lifetime.

This is not yet the age of depression per capita. Depression has been avoided, and what should be faced is still to be faced.

Zhou Ji picked up the sword case, looked back at the direction of the mission camp, smiled, and walked towards Xinyang.

"After all, she is Fan Xian's future mother-in-law, so leaving the whole body is considered a tribute to Fan Xian."

Push book: "Fantasy: Everything I say can be followed by the law"

Wubi has known the big guy who walked alone several years ago.

At that time, the editor group was still called Xianxia Group. My nickname was Difficult Steps, and his name was Journey. We used to play PK, and then I left, but he still persisted.

Later, one million words, two million words, and in the end, people in the Xianxia group scattered, and authors from other editorial groups also joined in. Everything was like a new life, but the old man from before...

I returned to my hometown a few days ago and met him again. Just like a few years ago, I was struggling alone and walking alone.

(end of this chapter)

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