"What is it?"
Xi Pingzhe curiously poked his head out, his light brown cowlick swaying back and forth.
Qian Qi skillfully tied a knot in the little cowlick while opening the package. "It's a Blast Gun."
Blast Gun? What's that? Never heard of it?
Several others nearby also craned their little heads over, all staring curiously. When they saw the gun model she took out from the gift box, their eyes widened.
The Blast Gun was about twelve inches, with a structure similar to a submachine gun. However, the material of the gun itself was obviously not ordinary, but rather an advanced Xuan Iron obtained from the instance, exuding a very dark, cold iron texture that made those who looked at it shiver involuntarily.
The most eye-catching part was the magazine, which was shaped like a cylinder. Whether it was someone's quirky taste, it had seven golden coin impressions engraved on it, clearly referring to Qian Qi.
