Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here-Chapter 1274Chapter : The Republic Of China’s Marshal’s Abandoned Wife (4)

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These words were said with unparalleled solemnity.

Fu Beizhe did not think that his momentary softness of heart had been put at the mercy of Bai Weiwei.

He had just posted a notice to punish the crime of arranged marriages.

If today he lets Bai Weiwei enter through the doors, wouldn’t this be a slap to his own face and make people laugh?

His eyes were narrowed and darkened, and the calm and wanton expression on his face disappeared.

【Ding, the male leads favourability is -5.】

Without warning he drew his gun, pointing the muzzle at Bai Weiwei.

The horse was also agitated by his murderous aura, and could not help but kick the ground twice with its hooves.

The crowd fell silent, not expecting that Marshal Fu would directly draw his gun at his bride.

Truly too merciless. 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚗ｏ𝚟𝚎𝚕.ｏｒｇ

Bai Weiwei looked at him unperturbed, both fists hidden by her cuffs firmly clenched.

She said to the system: “Guns, ah. This disgraceful scum, that is a gun, ah.”

The system calmly comforted her: "It's just a gun. If you think about it, in a science fiction plane, what's facing you is a laser gun. At least if in this plane you die, you can still leave the whole body."

When Weiwei Bai thought about it, it's true.

At least there’ll be a whole body, and if she fails she still has 1,205 days to live.

So Bai Weiwei's eyes grew brighter, aggressively looking at Fu Bei Zhe.

She analysed Fu Beizhe’s experience.

Knowing this man, he certainly does not like such soft little girls.

But her appearance this time is properly a water-like little loli.

Although her body was 19 years old, she still looks young and immature.

This just so happens to be the sort of appearance that Fu Beizhe is not attracted to.

No way, she has to be tougher.

Bai Weiwei: "Although my appearance is good, each has its own advantages. Fu Beizhe doesn't like my looks, so he will surely be impressed by my perfect personal charm."

System: “…”

Did you make up some nonsense crap just to brag about your personal charm??

Fu Beizhe did not think that when he pulled the gun, Bai Weiwei's legs surprisingly did not go soft.

How many men when seeing the gun, would kowtow to the ground, kneeling to beg for forgiveness.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly sneered coldly.

It's interesting. This woman sent over by the older Fu house faction as a strategic pass does not seem so simple.

"I'll give you the opportunity. You have no room for regret after entering this door. Because of your courage, I will allow you to go back this one time."

The Fu family is now in a power struggle between the old and new forces.

She entered the door, placing him as an enemy.

The end will be bleak.

He was also kind enough to give this little girl a reminder.

If his finger were to apply force just a bit, the gun could accidentally go off.

"As long as you give up this marriage contract, I will open this door directly, let you come out innocent, and then choose a good marriage for you so that you will be worry-free for the rest of your life, otherwise…"

A threat plus a lure.

The two best weapons to use since ancient times.

With a hint of indifference, Fu Beizhe glanced at her.

But Bai Weiwei looked just as if she hadn’t heard him at all.

Her cheeks were tinged red, like the sun gradually rising, with her forehead surprisingly having a thin layer of sweat.

She pursed her lips and smiled softly.

"Fu Beizhe, I have entered the door of your house, and I can only follow you in my life. Even if I die, it will be the ghost of your house."

She was not threatened.

She did not accept his temptation.

Then she bent over and picked up the veil that had fallen near the door, and was just about to put it back on.

The sound of a bullet suddenly rang out.

Bai Weiwei moved with a start.

The bullet had already hit the red lantern above her head, and the lantern creaked and fell directly to her feet.

Her hair bun, too, was knocked by the lantern and scattered.

Black, shiny as silk hair cascaded down, her face pale and slightly bloodless.