If the cannon deviated even slightly, the people in this house would be blown to pieces in an instant.
This also proved that the capabilities and techniques of Nangong Yaoling's subordinates were extremely precise.
Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to fire this shell.
"Cough—cough—" Xia Xiaonuan coughed a few times from the choking smoke.
Others also reached out to wave their hands in front of them.
There were floating particles all around.
Only Nangong Yaoling sat there, motionless; his statuesque, handsome face showing an imperceptible fatigue.
Xia Xiaonuan's throat was choked, and she coughed desperately, tears and snot running down her face.
She looked at Mrs. Smith, who had fainted on the ground, feeling a piercing pain in her heart, and then at the cold-blooded man before her, she finally realized.
She didn't know him at all. She thought he was a demon, but now she knew, he was a devil!
