C1223 Yin-yang Mirror

Zhang Xiaofann had already prepared the silver needles in his hands long ago, they were shot out before the D countrymen could open fire. With a few whooshing sounds, the guns of the seven D people dropped to the ground, their hands scratching themselves.

"I'm itchy, save me, I'm going to die …"

Several D citizens shouted, and rolled around on the ground. They looked very pitiful