Feng Yan shrugged, then quickly took Han Bing's gun and threw it to Huo zhongrao. This time, the fire did not react in time.
The flame glared at Feng Yan with a vexed expression, its eyes filled with resentment.
From the beginning to the end, li beixiao only rubbed his temples. He was not worried that Huo zhongrao would really shoot him.
He made another note of Feng Yan in the little notebook in his heart.'We still have a long way to go, so we'll slowly calculate it.'
Ye qingge had even said that she wanted to find a companion for Feng Yan, and it would be best if she could find one quickly so that she could torture him.
Huo zhongrao threw the gun that Feng Yan had thrown over back onto the sofa.
"You better know your place, too. You're so smug that you need a beating!"
This was what it meant when the city gate caught fire and the fish in the moat were implicated.
Flame tried to hold back his laughter. He really wanted to say,"you deserve it."
