One must die, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.
If it was in reality, Lao Bai felt that he would hesitate for a long time to make such a decision. After all, it means that there are too many things to give up.
But fortunately, this is the game world.
And the game can die many times.
Without hesitation for a second, his body has made a choice——
"Run!"
While shouting the word aloud, Old Bai raised his sickle assault rifle and pulled the trigger towards the claw of death looking at the wind.
Da Da Da --!
Guns