The bullets were almost silent when they were fired.

When the "bang" sounded, Luther's long body slowly fell backwards. The swirling flawless snowflakes were dancing like beautiful butterflies suddenly gathered and scattered.

He fell heavily to the ground in the light and streaking snowflakes.

In the chest, a shot was fired right where the heart was, and the burnt fabric of the coat formed a black hole.

He was motionless, lying on the ground, his handsome face pale, his eyes closed.

After the gun went off, at first Charlotte couldn't believe it. She cautiously walked up, crouched down, reached out, went to probe for breath, and felt nothing at all ...

surroundings were so

laughed uncontrollably. The laughter was too harsh, and even the snowflakes

out in tears, "Haha, Luther is dead, he's dead. How wonderful, I have no

kill someone you love so much. You are much

her wrist holding the gun, trembling so violently that she couldn't control

me, where the

what if I tell you? You can save her alone? For Cecelia's sake, I'll tell you, she's in a secret hospital on Hill 372. Hahaha.

Hill 372.

she finally

useless. You can't save Cecelia,” Charlotte glared at Joyce mockingly, "the Heath family is gone, the power has been taken away by Otis, just you? You

you really killed Luther, you are

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