She suddenly turned around, crawling to Nangong Yaoling.
She reached out, grabbed the gun in his hand, and aimed it at her own forehead.
"Shoot! I'm ready…" Nangong Zhongli closed her eyes and spoke with a sense of determination.
Xia Xiaonuan felt her whole being heavy and light-headed, everything today had nearly surpassed her limit of endurance.
She closed her eyes… She only hoped this would all end quickly.
Nangong Yaoling exuded an extremely cold and daunting aura.
His pupils were black and full of gloom, looking coldly at Nangong Zhongli, his stunningly handsome face carrying a trace of pain that couldn't be concealed.
"Ling'er, do you really want to do this? She is your sister!" Nangong Jinlie's low voice echoed, even at this moment, Nangong Jinlie seemed very calm.
However, what he said was meant to remind Nangong Yaoling.
As soon as Nangong Jinlie spoke, flames immediately erupted in Nangong Yaoling's chest.
