MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 906 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 2

   It's just that Tang Hanting didn't expect that she would really travel to the movie.

  That day was the last scene Tang Hanting filmed, and it was a shooting scene.

  No one thought that the gun was a real gun.

  Most of the face of the person who fired the gun was hidden in the shadows. After Tang Hanting passed through, she recalled countless times, who is he?

  But I can't remember it, and I vaguely feel that he looks familiar.

  But as the hottest actress in the 21st century, Tang Hanting firmly believes that fate brought her to this old era, and she must do something.

  Since she can't return to modern times and uses this body again, she will definitely avenge the original owner and prevent it from ending as tragically as in the movie!

  Why is it that Chu Jin'an, a proud and noble lady from a family in troubled times, became an excellent surgeon to save lives and heal the wounded?

  She is going to be reduced to a broken red peony that reflects Chu Jinan's life?

   She wants the peonies to bloom, she wants Chu Jin'an to be trampled under her feet!

  She wants all men—

   Be her servant!

  Qi Lou: "The outsiders are doing everything possible to conquer Lord Lord God, and you will be replaced. Why are you still so leisurely?"

   "I don't like to rob." Chu Jin'an sneered, "It's mine, and it will always be mine."

  Qi Lou sighed, okay.

   "The world's magnetic field has changed, which may lead to some errors. In this era, just do your best."

  Chu Jin'an was noncommittal, and she didn't say the rest of the sentence.

  Although she doesn't like to rob, she also doesn't like others coveting her things.

  But right now, compared to Tang Hanting, there is obviously one more troublesome and interesting thing.

  The whistle of the ship in the distance came, the sound of the pier was noisy, and people came and went, either in suits and leather shoes, or in linen gowns.

  Chu Jinan stared at the back of the man with the scar who was hurrying forward, and landed on the snakeskin bag he was carrying, then looked at the people around him, and landed on the large luggage.

   His face is getting colder.

  At this time, although wars were raging and the people were in dire straits, there were warlords in Beicheng, and the control was strict. Controlled products like guns were not available to just anyone.

   Moreover, not necessarily a minority.

  Chu Jinan had a keen intuition, and said to Liang Shangjun: "The group of people I bumped into just now, their snakeskin bags contained guns and gunpowder."

  Liang Shangjun frowned slightly, and his brown pupils showed some slight changes, but he was not flustered. He was about to look towards the group of people, but was stopped by Chu Jinan: "Don't look, they noticed it."

  Liang Shangjun calmly said: "I'll go to the guard—"

  If this is the case, they cannot sit idly by.

  Chu Jin'an walked very slowly, deliberately lagging behind, the wave of passengers who landed on the ship basically left, and the pier was still deserted for a while, causing a chill of unrest for no reason.

  Over there, several men walked forward with heavy snakeskin bags on their shoulders.

  A man in a suit hurried past them, there seemed to be an imperceptible pause, and his lips moved slightly.

   At this moment, an accident happened suddenly!

  The boatman cleaning the boat on the pier, the sweaty worker carrying the goods, the old man wearing reading glasses on the small bench and carefully reading the newspaper...

   There was a movement in an instant, and he drew his gun and rushed forward, directly throwing down the man in the suit and several other men!

  The man with the scar that Chu Jin'an just bumped into changed his face drastically, he drew his gun from his waist, and shot towards them, shouting.

"Walk!"

  The scene was extremely chaotic in an instant, and **** scenes were staged in this seemingly romantic and dangerous Beicheng.

   Panic screams erupt.

  Liang Shangjun took Chu Jin'an and ran away quickly. The man with the scar saw them from a not too far away, and grinned at the corner of his mouth.

   In the next second, he rushed towards Chu Jin'an with a gun!

   There was a "bang—" gunshot.

   seems to go straight to the sky.

   Tore Chu Jinan's eardrum.

  The waves slammed against the shore again and again, the azure water was almost in line with the sky, and it seemed that it could wash up at any time, setting off turbulent waves and drowning people.

  The sea water seemed to wet the girl's skirt, trying to push her to the shore, stained with the pale golden light of the morning glow, like a flower floating in the sea, exuding a broken beauty.

  In an instant, the pure black pupils constricted.

   "Be careful!" Liang Shangjun's stern voice was next to his ear, and he quickly protected her behind him.

  The man with the scar was only three steps away from them—the bullet shot from a distance pierced his body, piercing a **** hole in his chest.

  Blood imprinted in Chu Jin'an's eyes, the bright red blood, pitch-black pupils, the wharf strewn with corpses nearby, and the golden light in the distance, constitute a very tragic painting.

  It is very similar to the moment when the old camera freezes, and then a yellowed and sad old era is washed out.

  The scarred man's eyes widened, his body fell slowly, and hit the ground heavily.

   died at Chu Jin'an's feet, standing gracefully on the pier in her small silver stiletto heels, a pool of blood gradually flowing towards her.

The distance was too close, and she was caught off guard. Chu Jin'an couldn't dodge, and a few drops of blood were splashed on her body. She didn't care to wipe it off. He fired Liang Shangjun in front of him and looked at the person who shot in the distance.

   The unbalanced heartbeat cannot tell whether it is the instinct of encountering danger, or the turbulent emotion of seeing an old friend again.

  Beicheng is a prosperous city, because Fu Rongheng is here, this city is full of amorous feelings in troubled times, a luxury in war, a bustling pile of countless bones and darkness.

  Ambush from ten miles away, life and death are at stake, he is a hero in troubled times.

  The seagulls in the sky are high-pitched and sharp, and seem to contain a bit of sadness. The vast sea extends to the pier, and the scene is chilling.

  Dozens of guards quickly appeared with guns and took control of the chaotic pier. They were dressed in the uniform of the Commander's Mansion, with cold and resolute expressions, and they were automatically divided into two sides.

  The person who fired the gun walked slowly from the middle, his military boots stepping on the ground.

   "Boom, boom—"

  Chu Jin'an's heart was pounding, and from a small distance, she saw the deep outline of the man, which was awe-inspiring, and it just broke into her eyes.

  The man was wearing a pure black military uniform, tall and straight like green pine and winter cypress, with golden tassels hanging from his shoulders, and the hard and sharp badge reflected a dazzling light.

  In a trance, he seemed to be in a snowstorm, walking from memory.

   Just as the waves were hitting the shore, another ship docked and made a long sound.

   Fu Rongheng held a gun in his hand, and just after killing someone, the body fell at Chu Jinan's feet, and the warm blood was still splashing on the hem of her skirt.

  He lowered his eyes and wiped the gun casually. With his slender finger bones, he could see a lingering chill in his movements for no reason.

  As if aware of the gaze falling on him, after a slight pause, he raised his eyes without warning.

   Look in the direction of your line of sight.

   The sunlight blurred the figure a little.

  Four eyes face each other.