C384 The Guardian of Terror

"Huh?"

Qiao Mu was stunned.

She hasn't even started making up.

"This..." She hesitated for a moment, then waved her right hand, forcing her five fingers to separate from his palm. Qiao Mu smiled, not wanting to create unnecessary trouble, "You're thinking too much!" "Actually, this wound is …"

"Gun recoil." Without waiting for her to finish, Tang Beiyao answered calmly