Qing slowly put down the gun in his hand.
In fact, if he had made a move, he might have hit the target, but at that moment, a trace of curiosity flashed in his heart, restraining his intention to shoot. The opponent's actions were somewhat intriguing; he changed the direction of the gun's muzzle a second time, holding back his fire with very concealed intentions. The live broadcast room was full of smoke at that time, and obviously, most people didn't read his intentions—but that's normal, as their level is just that.
Yet the opponent made the correct judgment, and twice in a row. Was this a coincidence? Or natural talent? Or does he have another reliance? But if there's another reliance, the only thing he could think of is the Hailin Crown.
He walked forward.
"Did I dodge it?" Fang Hong asked softly as he ran.
R remained noncommittal, in fact, he hadn't spoken since the beginning.
