"Do you think I'll believe that now?" The woman pulled a pistol from her waist and smiled at the clouds. "You said, I wanted her to live in this world in pain. Now I'm a little sorry."

"Even if it's too late to repent." A faint voice came from behind the woman, and the leaf ink gun pointed at the woman's back brain.

Yulan tried to grab a woman's pistol. "Don't move." A woman with a mask said in a strange voice.

Xia Yihan's eyes were on a woman wearing black clothes and hats and masks. Although her voice had changed, Xia Yihan still felt very strange.

Women's guns point...