Chu Qingmeng patted him to signal that the juniors were all present and told him to stop talking like that. Mo Liujin cut himself short, concealed his emotions, and resumed stroking Chu Qingmeng's long hair with slow, rhythmic strokes. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Mu Lingxue returned, exchanged a smile with everyone, walked over to Chu Qingmeng, and said, "Your gun."
Chu Qingmeng suddenly remembered. "When you were applying the medicine just now, I left it in the drawer of the dressing table."
Mu Lingxue took out the gun, but instead of taking it away, she removed the magazine, reloaded it with a full set of bullets, put it back, and then spoke. "There are only fourteen rounds left in total. Can you ask your Senior Brother if he can get some more?"
Chapter 133