"I think you've all seen Miyu's memory image." Yuan Ye said softly, and the gun suddenly appeared in his hand. "You must wonder why Mi just got stabbed and begged for mercy. I tell you, that's because Mi lied to me before. My gun has a function. As long as other people lie to me, he can make the other person's life worse than death. If they don't lie, they don't react. Bing Jiang, do you dare to have a try? "

Bing will squint at once, "the gun is yours. How can I know whether it's true or not?"

"hum," Yuan Ye sneered, "I said, I only need one...