The sound of the gun chamber.
Song Yun instinctively closed his eyes.
In his mind was an unstoppable regret. Thinking of myself, Song Yun, with a lifetime of fame, even Song Kunlun fell at my hands, and now, I am actually about to die at the hands of a minor character whose name I don't even know.
This life, it really has its ups and downs.
No wonder people like to say, a ship capsizing in a ditch, this really is a ship capsizing in a ditch.
Qingluan is coming to save me, it'll take a few more moments to break through the door, but the gun has already been fired.
Song Yun's hardening has long been unusable; the bullet can easily pierce through my body.
However, after the gunshots, the imagined pain did not appear.
The original wound on my body made Song Yun's brow furrow occasionally.
Song Yun opened his eyes.
He saw a scene that surprised him.
