Seeing Pei Xiao’s brows locked in a deep furrow, Luo Xueyao asked softly, her voice laced with worry, "Pei Xiao, what's the matter?"
Pei Xiao felt a sense of chaos in his mind. Flashes of images seemed to be darting past him, too quick to grasp, yet he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the object before him.
His hand traced the Air Gun. Suddenly, he pulled out the magazine, grabbed a handful of lead pellets to load it, snapped the magazine back in, disengaged the safety, raised the weapon, and aimed.
Chapter 62