C151 Carbuncle

He fired three shots consecutively, the first bullet hitting Chen Fei's Frost Mourn directly.

The Frost Mourn swung to the left and almost flew out of his hand.

The second bullet followed closely behind. Chen Fei felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Was it going to end soon? Chen Fei had given up on resisting.

Since the distance was so close