C117 Wei family generation, the protector

He didn't know how long he had been floating in this endless darkness.

Suddenly, a loud sound echoed out.

His five senses returned and the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.

The air cut my face like a knife.

I was lying on my back.

Wei Ying held the dagger tightly in one hand and held onto me with the other.

Bullets.

Green light.

There were endless streams of them