In the absolute darkness, Ann Ningxuan could not see Yecheng at all, but Yecheng could dimly recognize her outline.

Feeling that Yecheng's lips seemed to stick to his face from side to side, Ann Ningxuan suddenly touched the root of his thigh, and then a cold gun top Yecheng's chest. "Huh, stinky rascal, you won't succeed easily this time. If you don't want to be shot through your body, be honest."

Ye Chengxuan is not afraid at all. Anning Xuan's threat is useless. He knows that Anning Xuan will not shoot at all. "You think you have a gun, and I have one, and it's more powerful than yours!"

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