Puff puff puff...
Facing the pillow with five shots, Luo Xing showed a look of triumph.
No matter who this kid is, taking these shots means even an Immortal would die!
However, out of professional etiquette, he still removed the pillow to make sure.
But as soon as the pillow was removed, Luo Xing was dumbfounded at the scene in front of him.
Because in front of him was not Ye Xuan, not even a living person, just a pile of old clothes.
The bullets pierced through the clothes, creating several holes in the bed board!
Oh no!
Where did the person go?
Luo Xing instantly realized he had fallen into a trap.
At this moment, a chilling sensation enveloped his heart, as if a beast in the darkness was eyeing him.
The terrifying gaze came from behind him.
In 0.1 seconds, he quickly turned around, pointing his silenced pistol behind him, squeezing the trigger without thinking.
Puff! Puff!
Two shots hit the window glass behind him, making a loud crash as it shattered to pieces.
