"You're the one thinking too much."

&Nbsp; Jing Tong immediately stretched out his hand. I'll try it.

Jiang Yu smiled faintly and put the gun in her hand.

Jing Tong narrowed his eyes and made a shooting gesture at Jiang Yu. He even let out a " Biu " sound and then smugly blew at the muzzle.

Duan Zhe's face turned pale. miss Jing, although there are no bullets in this gun, we're so close. The airflow can hurt people.

"I'm fine. She won't shoot." Jiang Yu waved his hand as he spoke, signaling Duan Zhe to leave.

Duan Zhe had no choice but to slowly hide to the side.

Jing Tong glanced at Duan Zhe, whose face was full of worry and grievances, and snorted. He pointed the gun at Jiang Yu again and slowly pulled the trigger. "Who says I can't shoot?"

Not far away, Duan Zhe scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, but Jiang Yu's expression remained the same. He looked at her deeply and suddenly said calmly, " "I'm more than happy to die in your hands."