Chapter 907
- “Oh, got it. Thanks, kid. By the way, how does this hole work?” The lanky guy casually pointed at the hidden weapon’s trigger and put on a humble look, one hand holding the thing as he sighted toward Qin Fei.
- “I don’t know either, but if I press it, I’ll find out!” Zhu Yunyun thought the “flute” was weird—why did it have buttons? It wasn’t a harmonica.
- Curiosity won. Her pinky pressed the trigger.