Lu Changyan suspected that she had lost too much blood and had hallucinated. "Me?"
Yan Qinghuan didn' t seem to be pretending to nod.
She reached into her inner sleeve and slowly took out a shiny black wooden board.
Lu Changyan had never seen such a thing before. Yan Qinghuan was he going to use this to smash Zhang Qing to death?
She didn' t know whether to laugh or cry.
However, Yan Qinghuan handed the pistol to Lu Changyan and held her hand on the machine.
The corners of his mouth curled up as he shouted at Zhang Qing," Do you want to know what this is?"
Zhang Qing's expression changed when she saw what was in Lu Changyan's hand!
This was the god artifact that killed the ten assassins! Zhang Qing thought to himself," Not good! He actually forgot that this damned girl has this kin
