Chapter 889 The Boy's Face Is Full of Tears
They wore strict black suits, held dangerous weapons in their hands, and were still shooting non-stop.
All of these people had black cloth belts wrapped around their arms.
This is the symbol of the black belt worn only when someone in the family has passed away.
Downstairs, the shocking and vast scene frightened everyone to look at the residents downstairs.
Someone rubbed their eyes in disbelief, thinking that what they saw was a dream.
"Bang bang bang—"
"Bang bang bang bang—"
However, the intensive gunfire was still ringing out.
At the foot of the imperial city of the Lingyu Continent, there is such a group of desperate people acting like this, it is probably desperate.
Soon they realized that it didn't matter if the people downstairs were dead or not, it was their lives that were being threatened right now.
Who knows what these people are up to.
All of them have powerful weapons in their hands. If they rush upstairs, their lives will be in danger.
The waterside pavilion on the left bank is inhabited by status symbols, people who are either rich or noble.
They began to contact the outside world one after another, trying to reduce the threat to their lives.
The noise caused by Ai Lun and the others downstairs reached the ears of An Mingji, Gu Jin, the butler and the others upstairs.
Hearing the sound resounding across the sky from downstairs, none of them stood up to stop it.
The Darren family is in the arms business. When the head of the family passes away, they all use this ceremony to bid farewell.
upstairs.
Time passed slowly. Seeing that the young master and Gu Jin were still by Madam's side, the butler stepped forward and said softly, "Young Master, Miss Gu, Madam has gone. We need to change clothes for Madam."
Gu Jin held An Feng's cold hand, raised a pair of red eyes, and said to the butler, "Let me come, where are the clothes?"
"Miss Gu, the maid will do a good job, you should spend more time with the young master."
The butler glanced at the young master who was half kneeling in front of his wife and holding her hand tightly, a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes.
The young man bent over and wept bitterly, his tall back trembling slightly, like a wolf cub that lost its mother and father.
This young man who has always been decisive in killing, has the same blood as his wife, and has the same ruthless methods, is now so fragile. This is something they have never seen before.
Following the housekeeper's gaze, Gu Jin saw An Mingji who was full of sadness like a cub.
The other party firmly held An Feng's hand with one hand, and with the other hand, he tried his best to hold on to the sofa tightly, and actually scratched out five profound holes in the sofa.
The boy lowered his head so that no one could see any grief on his face.
But Gu Jin knew that the other party must be clenching his teeth tightly to restrain his exposed sadness.
Young people are proud, but also forbearing, unwilling to show their weak side to others.
Gu Jin let go of An Feng's hand, put it gently on the sofa, got up and walked in front of An Mingji.
She stretched out her hand to touch the hair of the young man kneeling in front of An Feng, stroking gently: "Xiao An, get up first, Grandma An is going in to change her clothes."
An Mingji's body trembled slightly, and the hand holding An Feng became stronger and stronger. He didn't stand up, but he could hear the choking sound coming from the other party's mouth, which became a little clearer.
His sad appearance made Gu Jin feel sad and heartbroken, wishing he could replace it.
Gu Jin squatted in front of An Mingji, holding the other's hand with both hands, and gently raised the other's face.
Seeing the tear-stained young man's face, and the injury, grief, and desolation of being abandoned in his eyes, Gu Jin's eyes turned red again because of heartache.