C470 Stop Messing Around!

"That's the face of a dead man. Xiaoxiao, although I don't want to, there's nothing I can do. You have to die." Yan Chen helplessly shrugged his shoulders and turned the brush in his hand. He placed the brush on his ear. He took out a pistol from his pocket and a dagger. Then he took out a medicine bottle.

Xiaoxiao looked at the things he took out one after another