Lowering his head, he played with an exquisite pistol in his hand. The people around him were stunned, followed by claps and whistles. Yuan Qiong couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but observed the silver spear in his hand.
Luo Luo looked up with a mocking smile on his face. "I've long heard that people in Z Country like to fight against injustice. I didn't expect to fool you so easily. Old man, you're good at martial arts. But the gun just now is just a warning. You dare to insult me. It's too good for you to go to heaven with just one shot." It was Chinese, even a little more accurate than the pronunciation of the blonde man.
Yuan Qiong didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he simply put his hands behind his back and looked at him coldly.
When he saw that Yuan Qi
