"Xingxing, who gave you the gun?" He walked down and asked.
Fen Linxing looked up, the eyes so much like Feng Fuce's, carrying calm emotions.
"Grandpa Zeng! He came to find you and Mommy for breakfast this morning, I said you two were still sleeping, seeing him looking disappointed, I reluctantly accompanied him for a meal."
"I mentioned during the meal that I liked guns, and shortly afterward, he had someone get one for me."
Feng Fuce took the gun from his hand and played with it.
Fortunately, Master Zeng isn't someone without sense; the magazine is empty.
Fen Linxing picked up a bottle of milk and drank, his tone calm like a little adult: "Father, when are we going back? It's too boring here."
"Can't kill people, no beasts to chase and play with, I don't like it here."
Feng Fuce put down the gun, smiled, and ruffled Fen Linxing's hair: "We'll be going back soon. Today, we'll find two more people, and things will be resolved."
Fen Linxing then showed a bit more patience.
