Lu yubai kneeled beside ye Xingxing and held the gun with one hand. He said to ye Xingxing, who was aiming at his heart with narrowed eyes,"see that? Eyes, crosshair, bullseye in a straight line ..."
"I think I saw it. What's next?"
"Pull the trigger and shoot."
Ye Xingxing's fingers trembled a little, and he didn't pull the trigger for a long time. She didn't dare to shoot, only feeling that the sound of the gunshot would send her flying.
However, if she didn't move, Lu yubai would definitely think that she was useless.
Like master, like disciple. She couldn't lose Lu yubai's face.
Just as she closed her eyes and was about to pull the trigger without a care, the gun in her hand was suddenly snatched away.
She turned around and saw her gun in Lu yubai's hands.
"Don't be afraid, look at me ..." After Lu yubai took the gun, he adjusted his posture, like a leopard in the night. In an instant, his aura changed, and he suddenly felt very dangerous.
