If ordinary people don’t know the power of pistols, Feng Qingyun may still believe it, but the person in front of him is not an ordinary person...

Or did she know that she was obviously afraid, but pretended to be calm?

Feng Qingyun looked at the fearless face in front of her and tightened the things in her hands, not afraid of the other party being short of knowledge, but fear of the other party not having any knowledge!

"I will definitely die? Is it true? After hearing what you said, I really want to know..." Jiuyin's eyes slightly closed, and the lace in her hand raised Feng Qingyun's chin.

Look at each other.

The eyes on the veil were calm like a pool of stagnant water, shining with ripples under the reflection of the light, inadvertently revealing the momentum of looking down on the people.

Jiuyin lowered her head slightly, looked down at the top, and pushed her further in the direction of her gun.

His tone was a little cold: "What can destroy thousands of troops in your hands? How fast can it be!"

The deep gun hole was only one finger away from Jiuyin, aiming directly at the red sha mole between her forehead and her charming face under the veil.

"Hmph, if you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish!"

Feng Qingyun's cherry lips opened slightly and she smiled coldly disdainfully.

Resisting the pain of being scratched by the neck, Feng Qingyun suddenly turned sideways and broke away from the sharp lace, turned over and retreated a few meters away.

He raised his right hand, and the miniature pistol in his hand turned in his palm. While he was squeezing his murderous intent in his eyes.

There was a "bang" sound.

The bullet shot out from the gun hole, aimed at Jiuyin's forehead and shot straight away.

At the same time as the gunshots, all the secret guards present shook slightly with the sound and looked at Jiuyin in unison.

Even Mo Linghan showed a look of being under control.

Although everyone didn't know what Feng Qingyun was and where he came from, the power of this thing was seen with their own eyes.

It is impossible to hurt people hundreds of meters apart, and once you are hit, you will definitely die!

In Jiuyin's pupils, Feng Qingyun's beautiful face showed confidence and surging expression. Her eyes were all high above and there was a scene of bullets attacking directly.

Jiuyin's eyes were half-concentrated, and the corners of her mouth had a casual curve. She looked at Feng Qingyun's eyes with a smile, and her smile was particularly enchanting and sarcastic.

Just under the murderous gazes opposite Qian Jun was in a state of stuttering.

The lace that Jiuyin clamped with her two fingers suddenly broke away from her fingertips, and turned into a crystal clear white chess, blocking her eyes at lightning speed.

"Zheng——"

The two objects collided, making a harsh collision sound.

At this moment, the air suddenly became quiet, and the surroundings became silent.

The bullet stopped in mid-air without any precautions, staying at the arm of Jiuyin's forehead. The next second, it suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"..." Looking at this scene, even Ye Feng looked like a dog-like look and turned his eyes to the center.

There.

She raised her chin slightly, and a lazy and casual smile on her face, her smile was a little cold and unfathomable.

Her outline was covered with a halo in the light, which looked a little hazy, but the red yarn mole on her forehead was extremely bright, more eye-catching than a pearl.

In front of her.

A white chess hangs in the air. Under the moonlight, the bright white chess face emits a sacred and faint light, like a peerless treasure.
Chapter completed!