The gun I brought from Zhu Xin was left with three bullets, but only two shots were fired.

From the beginning, he was ready to lose both sides and take a gamble. When he was too seriously injured to summon the spirit, he could only count on this bullet.

He loaded the bullet hard and stood up staggeringly.

Huh... Huh...

Slow down your breathing, press down on your trembling hands, aiming at Sug's heart...

Suddenly, the white flames burning on Sugar's body began to separate.

Feng En was shocked, but immediately calmed down his hand and used his last little strength to pull the trigger:

Bullets whizzed out—

However, it was melted by dark red flames in mid-air.

"...It's a pity that almost killed me."

Su Ge, who was lying on the ground, stood up and failed to stand. He was obviously injured more than he had just happened. But now he had recovered his consciousness, and Feng En used up all his last bullet and was seriously injured and could not summon the spirit.

"The winner is decided - use dead fire, even if your physical strength is taken away, you can't do anything to me!"

Su Ge smiled and raised his left hand slightly:

"【The brightness of all directions】, go."

Two dark red fireballs bounced over, and Feng En immediately rushed towards Qiyu—

However, an ice wall blocked the fireball.

“…it’s her?!”

Feng En turned around and saw another fast car parked on the road, and the familiar figure standing next to him was his familiar figure.

"Zhu Xin, no... Miss."

She walked closer, her eyes slid from him to Qiyu, and turned to Su Ge.

"That's your father-killing enemy, right?" Zhu Xin took out his pistol and "hold it."

Feng En took the gun and saw her take out an ice hairpin and gently stroke it. The ice wall then wrapped the fireball separately, revealing Su Ge who was still sitting on the ground and unable to get up.

"Shoot." She whispered, "I can't trap those flames for too long."

Turning to Su Ge, Fon En captured the first panic on his face, and at the same time he felt his hands and his whole body trembling.

“…I want to take revenge.”

He let out a breath, Feng En summoned the spirit of the mind to raise the gun:

“【Xiangsheng】.”

The barely formed right hand held his right hand holding the gun, allowing him to hold the gun firmly.

At the same time, the holes that had lost the cover of bamboo armor slowly radiated a little black air silently covering his right hand, wrapping it up with a thin layer of gray.

Neither Zhu Xin, Qiyu nor Feng En noticed this scene. At this moment, the focus of the three of them was on the gun and Su Ge who was aimed at the gun-

Click.

Feng En pulled the trigger and the gun fired...

But the bullet did not fire!

The three of them were stunned at the same time, but only Feng En saw a few yellow threads as thin as spider webs at the muzzle:

It was it that entangled the newly-breathed bullet

"You can't kill this person, Young Master Feng."

This sound...

He looked behind him, but saw Zhu Xin speak blankly:

"elder brother……"

The person she was watching, the one who stopped Feng En from shooting, walked slowly with a wine pot-
Chapter completed!