"Why, are you also interested in antiques?" Song Yan asked with a smile, but she wondered, did the woman know that Zhang Tiezhu's tomb was a immortal practitioner?

Hearing the words, the red-haired woman's face suddenly sank and she shouted, "Let you hand it in, where come so much nonsense!"

"Why is Qingben a thief?" Song Yan's face is full of fun. Guns pose a great threat to the warriors, but for the innate warriors, the threat is not great. As for Song Yan, pistols have no threat at all. As long as he wants, he can shoot down three men's pistols in minutes.

He deliberately pretended to be under...