1245 Chapter 1361, Unloading His Hands

It took only eight minutes for Huo Yanqing to appear in the westernmost room on the second floor. The man behind him chased him and was kicked away by him. He Jingxing stopped another person from rushing over, "A bunch of trash, so many people stopped him!" You can’t live alone, so you still have the nerve to come after me?”

Several men clenched their fists and rattled, but they didn't dare to do it again.

"Get down!" He Jingxing gave an order, and the men behind Huo Yan leaned back all retreated.

Shu Xin looked at Huo Yanqing with tears streaming down his face in an instant. There were several bruises on his face, and there was a wound on the cheekbone, which seemed to be cut by a knife, and was bleeding out tricklingly. The blood flowed down his sharp-edged face. A bright red bloodstain was left behind, as if a knife had been cut in Shu Xin's heart, causing her heart to throb.

On such a cold day, he only wore a shirt and a suit, but his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

The clothes were also torn in several places, and her hair was messy, but Shu Xin felt that Huo Yanqing was very handsome at this time, a handsome man full of masculinity, the kind of handsome man with the tenacious willpower of a soldier in his bones.

This scene is engraved in Shu Xin's bones. After many years, every time Shu Xin thinks of this scene, Shu Xin will feel palpitations, and she can feel her almost fanatical and paranoid love for this man.

"Xin'er, don't cry, I'm fine." Huo Yanqing comforted her like this.

Shu Xin nodded, but the tears seemed to flow against her more fiercely.

He Jingxing stood behind Shu Xin, with one hand on Shu Xin's shoulder and a small pistol in the other, and the muzzle of the gun lightly tapped on Shu Xin's other shoulder, "It's faster than I thought. Character, but no matter how powerful you are, it still falls into my hands today."

Huo Yanqing took a few steps towards the room.

"Stand there and don't move." He Jingxing raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Shu Xin's temple, but he was speaking to Huo Yanqing.

Huo Yanqing immediately stopped in his tracks, "Just ask what you want to play, and I will accompany you to the end."

Seeing that Huo Yanqing was still so calm at this time, He Jingxing couldn't help being angry, his brows and eyes were filled with gloom for a moment, "Removed my hands."

"No!" Shu Xin shook her head.

"Now, immediately, immediately." He Jingxing pushed and loaded the bullet, as if he would shoot in the next second.

Huo Yan held his left wrist with his right hand, and with a force, there was a sound of dislocation of bones in the air, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was no expression on his face, as if the arm he had just removed was not his own.

"Don't!" Shu Xin screamed, and began to struggle violently on the chair, pointing the cold gun at her forehead without any fear.

There was a cruel and excited smile on the corner of He Jingxing's mouth, "Very good, the other hand."

Huo Yanqing let go of his left hand, which was hanging powerlessly by his side. He looked at He Jingxing with deep eyes, "Can I help you?"

The tone was understated as if he really wanted He Jingxing to do something for him, not such a cruel thing as unloading his arm.

His left hand was removed, and he really couldn't remove his right hand by himself.

He Jingxing looked at Huo Yanqing for a moment. Huo Yanqing had no weapon on him and his left hand was removed, so he couldn't do anything, "Come here."

Huo Yanqing approached Shu Xin, his eyes glued to her tearful face, "Don't worry, I'm fine, trust me, I won't let you get into trouble."

Shu Xin nodded, but she was so choked up that she couldn't speak, she could only say in her heart: I believe in you, I believe everything you say.