These people are so unreasonable. They just ask questions, but they didn't say that they really can't be cured. Why did they shoot and kill people?

"It's so fucking resentment!" Qin Luo cursed.

Grandpa, I'm sorry, I failed to fulfill your wish to revitalize traditional Chinese medicine.

Dad, mom, I'm sorry, my son is unfilial.

Huanxi, I am sorry for this life, let’s make an appointment in the next life. At that time, I will never let you down.

Qingcheng----Even if I am gone, you have to transfer money to my account every month.

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"Strange? Why haven't I fallen yet?" Qin Luo thought. He had said goodbye to everyone he knew, and even the puppy he raised at home had two lines. But how could he still stand? He could still feel the sunshine and wind?

"Hey. Are you stupid?" Li stood beside him and asked in confusion. Qin Luo looked like a dementia patient, crying for a while and then intoxicated with happiness, and didn't know what he was doing.

"I'm not dead?"

"You want to die?"

Qin Luo wanted to touch his head. It was intact.

Qin Luo was very happy, seeing the man who shot the gun had already walked away, he said with a smile: "You have such a bad shooting technique, so you can be embarrassed. I thought I was dead, but it turned out that he missed it."

Li twisted a strand of hair from his clothes and said, "Then see what this is?"

"Hair." Qin Luo replied.

Then he looked shocked and said, "Is it he who killed it?"

"Yes. His name is Gunpowder, Longji's Gun God. Otherwise, you think you can dodge his bullets?" Li said proudly.

But when Qin Luo took photos with his mobile phone screen to his head, he gritted his teeth and said, "This bastard, why did he knock someone else's hair off? His hairstyle is messy."

(ps: I have a small explosion today. Brothers, please throw a few red tickets. I'm going to be anal.)
Chapter completed!