C352 The Old Daoist Moved His Hands and Feet

"Who gave you the courage to point a gun at my son?" Wu Yong raised his head slightly. He held the spear tightly at the back of his head.

"Dad!" Why are you here? " Suddenly, warmth flowed out from Wu Gang's heart.

Her father was already dead! Why was he here?

"Ghost!" Chen Jian retreated into a corner.

"You only have one gun, can you kill dozens of people?" Long Yizhi sneered