Helian Yueyin's emotions suddenly surged. She snatched the gun from Helian Chengyan's hand and mercilessly aimed it at his brow, "If you don't leave, today I'll let you die by my hand!!"
"Yinyin, could you really bring yourself to take my life?" Mo Shang took a step forward, closing in on her.
Helian Yueyin stumbled backward in panic, her hand shaking violently as she held the gun, betraying her tension and unease at that moment.
Yet her stunningly cold face tried to feign composure, as she cruelly warned, "Don't come any closer, or I'll really shoot!"
The guards behind, as Mo Shang walked towards them, all simultaneously drew their guns at him, their expressions stern as they protected the prince and princess.
It seemed as if the next second bullets would fly from their barrels.
Helian Chengyan turned his head and glanced unfazed at his men behind him.
That look of interdiction was clear.
