Isn't this nonsense?
Could it be that he still has the indestructible body of a diamond, and can't even pierce bullets?
"Little devil, do you want to try?" Chen Chen said.
"Stop talking nonsense, just pull the trigger." Han Sanqian provocatively said.
Chenchen was stunned for a moment, this brat, why didn't he show any sign of fear at all, could it be that he really doesn't care about hot weapons?
"Do you think I'm a toy?" Chen Chen said.
"Pull the trigger." Han Sanqian continued.
Mo Yang on the side couldn't help his eyelids twitching, Han Sanqian repeatedly provoked, what if Qingchen really pulled the trigger because of his anger?
"Sanqian, don't mess around, this thing is fatal." Mo Yang reminded Han Sanqian.
"Don't you believe me?" Han Sanqian said with a smile.
Seeing Han Sanqian's relaxed and comfortable smile, Mo Yang was stunned.
Really?
Is it true that even hot weapons can't hurt him?
"Could it be that you're afraid, or that you don't know how to use this thing at all." Han Sanqian continued to say to Chen Chen.
In the early hours of the morning, his mood was obviously unstable, and his breathing became short of breath. Being provoked by Han Sanqian, his anger had already hit his heart.
"Little devil, you asked for this fucking, go to hell!"
The voice fell.
morning pull the trigger
There was a loud bang, like spring thunder exploding in my ears.
Mo Yang shrank his head subconsciously.
Han Sanqian, on the other hand, stood where he was, without even moving.
Logically speaking, the next scene should be the scene where Han Sanqian fell down.
But after the sound ended, nothing happened as he expected in the morning, and he even wondered if the bullet he fired was blank.
"What's going on." Early morning said suspiciously.
At this time, Han Sanqian stretched out his hand.
Mo Yang, who was standing beside Han Sanqian, suddenly showed a horrified expression.
Because he was the closest to Han Sanqian, he could see what happened more clearly.
Just where Han Sanqian stretched out his hand, the bullet hovered in mid-air!
For Mo Yang, this kind of thing frightened him as if he had seen a ghost.
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