"No!" A stick flicked out and scratched out the sound of the breaking wind. "Boom" a sound, suddenly a scream rang out. "Made, you're going to be killed. Why don't you shoot? Ah, how's your nose bleeding!"

"Made, how do you learn to beat your own people? You just hit me!" Don't mention how depressed the man with the shotgun is. I didn't expect to be beaten like that. It's just too hard.

"Call you, I beat him in the Ming Dynasty, where is he?"

"Behind you!"

"Ah!" With a sudden turn of the stick, Tang Yu grabbed him by the neck.

"Stinky boy, with two more shots, I don't...