C997 Coming

Yan Xiaohuan was a little confused by their sudden smell of gunpowder. The corner of her mouth twitched and she couldn't help but cough.

Everyone's eyes turned to her as they heard this voice.

Wow, I just have an uncomfortable cough in my throat, what are you all looking at me for?

"Is there something on my face?"

There were three black lines on Yan Xiaohuan's forehead