C1234 A good hand

Sun Yanchuan shrugged his shoulders, he did not say much, and once again walked towards the place where the strange guest had sat, and picked up the Weapon Embryo that had been sentenced to death, and prepared to throw it away.

"Wait."

The guest suddenly looked at Sun Yanchuan and spoke lazily.

"What do you need, sir?"

Sun Yanchuan turned around, his tone extremely calm