"It's an empty gun, no bullets."
Qin Gui waved the handgun, then staggered to Liu Liyue's side and stood still, but the mocking expression on his face never faded, as if Luo Liang was nothing more than an ant, to be crushed and killed at will.
The blood-red crescent-shaped liuli that was as long as a palm was now smooth and shiny from being played with. Liu Liyue looked coldly at the dog king, who still had his eyes tightly shut, and said, "If you don't open your eyes now, don't mind me making sure you'll never be able to again."
The moment the words fell, Luo Liang's eyes snapped open, bulging like brass bells, a strenuous sight to see.
Liu Liyue didn't bother with these; to stay alive, anything could be done. In the face of the Grim Reaper, everything can be discarded, anything at all.
"Let me make one thing clear first: I'm not sent by anyone; no one can assign me any tasks. Now, tell me what I want to know. Why are you meddling with Ye Tian's affairs?"
"Who are you?"
