I didn’t see him. The cold owl was shrouded in the light full of blood. The relief was generally deep, the face was cold and resolute, and there was a kind of red thorn special soldier’s unique iron blood.
Yao Wang didn’t see Lengxiao make up a fatal knife because it was too fast. But he can guess! Watching them autopsy, he was speechless with his mouth open. He didn’t know why he didn’t kill Suzuki Saburo at such close range. Shooting with a gun just now, he made a series of moves out…