Looking at Feng Qing's cold eyes, Gu Jingtong closed her eyes with a tremble. She could see the killing intent in Feng Qing's eyes and knew that she would not be able to escape.
Under everyone's gaze, Feng Qing pulled the trigger. The base fire made a cracking sound, and everyone shuddered.
Time froze, and her breathing stopped. Gu Jingtong's mind was blank. She thought that she was dead meat, but after waiting for a long time, there was no pain, nor was there any blood.
Gu Jingtong suddenly opened her eyes and saw that Feng Qing was holding an empty magazine. It was a lady's pistol for self-defense and the magazine could only hold eight bullets. Long Yuning had fired seven shots just now, three hitting the little white horse, one hitting the Dragon King, and three missed. Feng Qing had also shot Gu Jingtong's leg, so there were no more bullets.
