Chapter 1193


    "Snap!"


    Suddenly a hard pnded on Charlotte''s cheek.


    Charlotte had not yet approached Joyce, but was directly swept by Joyce to the ground.


    Joyce used all her strength with this p, and her hands were numb.


    Charlotte''s hair was all messed up, and half of her face was blocked by her hair. Five bright red


    fingerprints were left on her face, and blood was gushing from the corner of her mouth.


    Joyce raised her wrist and pointed her pistol straight at Charlotte.


    "Shut up, you sinned devil! !"


    "I want you to die too!" Charlotte, already in a frenzy, yelled, pulled herself up and lunged at Joyce


    again.


    "Bang."


    A shot rang out.


    Joyce shot Charlotte right through her knee.


    Charlotte didn''t expect Joyce to actually shoot her, and she fell to one knee in pain, her whole body in


    severe pain.


    The wind and snow gradually smaller, but everything around seemed to have frozen.


    "Charlotte, this shot, is for Luther''s grandmother. You are delusional."


    "Bang."


    Another shot rang out.


    Joyce''s second shot hit Charlotte in the other knee.


    "This shot is for my grandfather Rodney. You shameful and mischievous, heartless!"


    Charlotte instantly fell to her knees, she was in so much pain that her face was even paler.


    "Bang! Bang!"


    Then Joyce fired two shots in quick session.


    They went through Charlotte''s left and right elbows, respectively.


    "The third shot, for Ms. Armstrong, who brought you up yet you have done nothing but evil and lost


    your conscience."


    "And thest shot, for Cecelia, who treated you with love, who loved you like her own daughter, and


    you pushed her down and put her in aa! You deserved it!"


    Four shots turned directly Charlotte into a cripple.


    Charlotte was in so much pain that she had no strength to speak and could only let out a weak moan.


    She was like a fragile flower that was ravaged by the wind and snow and was about to be annihted.


    She kept spitting out blood from her mouth, which ran down the corners of her mouth and dripped onto


    the floor.


    The vibrant red looked hideous and horrible.


    She was in so much pain that she almost could not breathe, as if she was twisted by a knife, and as if


    she was being lynched, and her whole body was cracking open.


    Even at this point, Charlotte still red at Joyce with a fierce re.


    She pulled out a smile with all her strength and a mouth full of blood, "Luther is dead ... I have no


    regrets ...Joyce and you have nothing... ...haha ..."


    "Who said I was dead?"


    Suddenly, a clear and nice voice, from behind Charlotte sounded.


    Maic, low and full of charm.


    Luther sat up from the ground, he dusted himself off and brushed off the freshly fallen snowkes.


    He stood up calmly and walked all the way to Charlotte.


    Slowly leaning over, Charlotte was able to, clearly, see his handsome face.


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    Charlotte''s ghostly face was consumed by shock, and a sound like a wrecking ball ripped from her


    throat.


    "You guys ... lied to me ..."