"To die under the peony blossom, even as a ghost, it's worth it," Ling Yin laughed and continued to tease.
"Then go die!" Hua Hua suddenly and swiftly searched Ling Yin's body. He knew Ling Yin usually carried a micro gun given by Yan Feng for self-defense.
In an instant, the pen-like micro gun fell into Hua Hua's hand.
This type of micro gun could be used as a pen in normal circumstances but could fire a bullet in critical moments.
Suddenly, the gun was aimed at Ling Yin's forehead.
Hua Hua's voice was cold as water, carrying an impulse to flatten Ling Yin: "I'll send you to be a romantic ghost and propose to my brother underground!"
Ling Yin's eye twitched slightly. He raised his hands in surrender, and though his tone was not panicked, it was resigned: "Don't do this, Hua Hua, just kidding..."
Hua Hua had no intention of joking: "Speak! What exactly did you talk about with my brother this morning?"
