How many people have died in your white-haired hands?

Why do you kill them?

Do they all deserve death?

If you are given a step and you don’t get down, you are awesome, then you can play by yourself!

The secretary was silent on the side.

The corner of the white-haired old man's mouth twitched.

What he said just now was just out of habit. After scolding the great secret, he regretted it.

Seeing that the big secretary stopped talking, after a slight silence, the other party Qingyun said coldly: "I will be truthful about this matter..."

"boom!"

Gunfire rang out.

With the sound of gunfire, a high-level warrior behind the white-haired old man slowly fell to the ground.

Fang Qingyun blew the smoking sniper rifle, and in the eyes of everyone who looked dull, he said calmly: "There are still a few people I want to kill, and this guy is one of them."
Chapter completed!