C347 I Hate to be Pointed at with a Gun
"Whoosh!"
A cold wind blew out of Qin Yuan's body. Qian Sheng's finger was on the trigger, and the expression on his face remained the same as before.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a clear and loud sound of bones breaking was heard. Everyone was startled awake, and a chill ran down their spines.
"Ah, my hand!" Qian Sheng let out a pig-slaughtering howl, and the pistol instantly fell to the ground