"You've lost your mind!"
In the midst of gunfire, Sybil's sigh could be heard.
It must be said, the assessment was quite accurate.
The contrast in Fu Qian's actions just now was undoubtedly huge.
One moment he was earnestly analyzing exploration results, the next he pulled out a gun and shot someone in the head.
Unfortunately for a demigod, a handgun, even fired point-blank, is not that terrifying.
While Sybil was caught off guard by Fu Qian's behavior and couldn't dodge in time, when the bullet hit her, layers of water-like ripples instantly appeared on her face.
These folds were much tougher than they looked, the precious special bullet only penetrated a short distance before losing its momentum and stopping.
From the torn wound, one could see strands of blue liquid seeping out.
Even though Sybil's entire face resembled spiny skin, her voice remained unchanged, and she didn't launch a counterattack. Instead, she sighed and watched Fu Qian.
"Seeking your own death!"
