My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 797

She pretended to be strong just now, but now she collapsed when she heard his word.

She covered her face with her hands and couldn't help crying.

The heartbreaking cry made Stanford's heart sink.

He looked at Samantha coldly and questioned, "You took the Magnolia Liliiflora?"

"Magnolia Liliiflora?" Samantha raised her eyebrows and laughed grimly. "Hahaha, that thing has been crushed by me! There is no Magnolia Liliiflora in the world anymore. That is the only one..."

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three bullets in a row hit Samantha.

Samantha screamed in pain and wanted to roll on the ground.

Stanford looked at her coldly and frowned. He finally understood why Florence hated Samantha so much.

Magnolia Liliiflora could save Ernest's life.

How dare this damn woman! How dare she!

Stanford was so angry that he fired several more shots. The bullets were shot at different positions, which were the weakest and most painful parts of human body.

After being shot several times in a row, Samantha was in extreme pain.

Her whole body convulsed and twisted, and she rolled her eyes in pain, but she couldn't even pass out. She felt the pain to the extreme, and it was worse than death.

"You killed me, ah, you killed me..."

"It hurts! Please kill me! Please kill me!"

Her scream was heartbreaking and pervaded the whole garden.

Florence had no sympathy for her at all.

Her emotions had completely collapsed.

Now that she was alive, she not only had to face the pain of Ernest, but also the countdown of his death.

They could only live happily in less three years.

For Florence, it was a disaster.

Her life became dark, desperate and hopeless.

Stanford handed the pistol to a bodyguard and said, "keep shooting. I want her to feel pain, but don't kill her."

After saying that, Stanford reached out and held Florence in his arms.

He patted her on the back to comfort her, but he felt so helpless.

In front of the death of Ernest, all his words were useless. He could neither comfort Florence nor save her despair.

The sky darkened with Florence's mood.

He looked lifeless.

"It's going to rain."

The man's teasing voice sounded not far away.

Collin leaned against a tree trunk leisurely with a grass in his hand.

Different from the corpses all over the ground, the woman who was screaming and the sadness of Florence, there was an extremely strong contrast.

He was in a good mood. When they looked at him, they wanted to beat him up.

Holding Florence in his arms, Stanford glared at him and threatened, "shut up."

Stanford didn't like Collin's frivolous temper. Now he wanted to throw him to the Pacific Ocean.

His happy look would make Florence feel bad.

"Well," Collin shrugged and said helplessly, "since you don't allow me to speak, I can't refine Magnolia Liliiflora to save him. Forget it."

What?

Refine Magnolia Liliiflora to save people?

Florence froze all of a sudden and raised her head from Stanford's arms. Regardless of the tears on her face and her red and swollen eyes, she asked anxiously, "Collin, what do you mean?"

He despised the rough man because he was not romantic.

There were not only corpses, but also rivers of blood everywhere.

When he moved the corpse away, layers of blood and holes appeared on the ground.

When Florence saw these small holes covered with blood, she was stunned and her face turned pale.

She asked in a trembling voice, "is Magnolia Liliiflora going to be drowned in blood?"

The residue was probably melted in the blood and could not be found out.

"I don't care. It's not a big deal to make blood soup."

Collin's calm face didn't change. Everything was under his control.

Florence's heart, which was hanging in her throat and almost flew out, was a little relieved. She quickly searched for the traces of Magnolia Liliiflora on the ground.

Fortunately, she found it soon.

Her eyes lit up. She pointed at the ground and said, "it seems to be this. It should be this."

On the messy ground, there were some sticky things scattered. Some of them were stepped on the ground and mixed with the soil. Some of them were covered with blood, in a mess.

It could be said that it was totally a mess in the rubbish.

But this was the treasure in Florence's eyes, the life-saving medicine for Ernest.

Looking at the residue, Collin sighed, "it seems that I have to learn how to make a life pill."

Thinking of the TV scene she had watched before, Florence couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Are you going to feed Ernest like this?"

The Buddha rubbed the mud on his body and made the shape of a pill, which was used to cure the patient.

But the mud was mixed with blood, if Ernest ate it…

Just thinking of that scene, Florence felt a little disgusted.