"Hey, what kind of talk is that? How could I hurt him?" Mo Beiyan laughed at the words, glancing at Mo Nanjue, "You're really bold. Who dares to wound you like this?"
Mo Nanjue still had a hand pressed against his abdomen, where the blood hadn't stopped and was gushing out. His exquisite chin slightly raised, and the corner of his mouth curved into a cold smile, "Do you want to take a stab at it too?"
"I wouldn't, it's too painful," Mo Beiyan shook his head, reaching out to push Li Qin aside, "Don't block the way, can't you see my brother is hurt?"
Li Qin didn't move, his outstretched arms as solid as iron. He gritted his teeth, understanding the animosity between Mo Beiyan and Mo Nanjue, "Eldest Young Master, don't..."
Mo Beiyan still wore a smile. Li Qin had never seen him without it. He reached out and touched the gun at Li Qin's waist, "Since you told me not to, then shoot and kill me, do you dare?"
