Long Xinghe had finally finished making the Whirlwind Gun.
"This gun isn't fatal, but if the user understands human acupuncture points, then its power will be very great. It can hold a hundred silver needles, enough to take down more than a dozen experts... Wuya, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell in the heart?"
While introducing the functions of the Whirlwind Gun, Long Xinghe looked up to see Feng Wuya's brows tightly furrowed.
She immediately shoved the Whirlwind Gun casually into her pocket and went over to support Feng Wuya, "Is it your heart that's uncomfortable? Does it hurt a lot? I will go find Ali!"
Long Xinghe helped him sit down in a chair and turned to leave.
But she hadn't expected that as soon as she took a step, her wrist was grasped firmly by him.
Long Xinghe looked down and saw the large hand holding her wrist, a bit startled.
He always disliked physical contact with ladies.
Although she was as ugly as a ghost now, well, she was still a lady.
