C347 Museum
Xue Lang had lost too much blood and was temporarily weak, but his consciousness was still clear. The moment he heard the footsteps, his heart relaxed. The moment the muzzle of the gun was lowered, his gaze fell on the weapon in the arm's hand.
Was it a dagger? Or a knife?
Looking at the slightly red sharp blade, Xue Lang's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he struggled
