"Get out of Yanmen Pass!" Shen Yi's red-tasseled gun was pressed against the mute fireman's throat, but the tip of the gun paused on the old scar on the side of his neck - it was an arrow wound, and the shape of the arrow cluster was exactly the same as the arrow that pierced his back when his father died in battle twenty years ago.
How could this loser have the unique arrow scars of the Zhenbei Army?
Just as she was about to press, the wolf rider's horn tore through the night sky.
In the chaos, he picked up the gun she dropped, and the gun was actually three points more powerful than the one she had practiced for ten years. When the evil spirit came, he crushed the Yin Fire with his bare hands, and the black iron gun mark that emerged from his palm overlapped with the totem of "Zhaowu War God" in her ancestral gun manual.
"I am a sealed remnant soul." He wiped the blood on her face for her, "But I remember the fireworks at the army stove, and the chants you shouted during military training..." When the dawn turned red and the wall was red, she broke the seal with her gun. He picked up his own black iron gun and pointed it at Hu Sha side by side: "In this life, the guns share the mountains and rivers, and the souls share the same destination."
Purpose: To calm the soul