Immediately, Zhang Liao blocked his mouth and turned the scissors in his hand several times.

The secret whistle gradually stopped moving.

Zhang Liao dragged his body and stuffed it behind him.

He found a pistol and a grenade from the secret whistle.

Then, Anshao's body was covered with a pile of clothes and cloth.

He opened the safety on the gun and grenade, took the stool, and sat down.

…

"Why am I so restless all the time?"

Meng Shaoyuan asked this question again.

Li Zhifeng didn't know how to answer.

"If something happens, there must be something."

But what exactly is going on?

"You usually talk so much, but now you are mute?"

Meng Shaoyuan glared at Li Zhifeng and was about to say something when he suddenly paused.

"No, no." Meng Shaoyuan murmured: "Did you find something wrong with Zhang Liao today?"

"I think it's pretty normal."

"Normal? Do you think it's normal?" Meng Shaoyuan frowned: "Usually, Zhang Liao and I don't say a word for a long time when we are together, and we are taciturn. Why do you talk so much today?"

"Is it wrong for people to care about you?"
Chapter completed!