Time travel attack. Zhuyi listened to the gunshot and watched the bullet streak through his heart, of course, before he died. When he lost consciousness, his whole body felt lighter, but it kept falling as if it was heavy. He touched the weapon tied to his arm to see if it was still there. Fortunately, the cold touch made him feel at ease. Even if he died, he hoped to have the weapon by his side. He laughed at himself, he was really a murderous pervert. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, because death is a very tiring thing... He has never dreamed.