"Hmm? You mean this?"
Huai Shi reached out and seemed to pull something from his pocket.
Raymond's eyes reddened, and tears almost flowed out. It wasn't fear, but rather irritation; the built-in probe in his pupils had already started overheating.
In Huai Shi's hand were two magazines.
Inside the transparent, crystal-like magazines were two rows of bullets. Though forged from some kind of metal, they lacked any metallic sheen.
Instead, they were shrouded in darkness, absorbing all light completely.
Was it solid? Liquid? Or a wisp of ethereal mist? Or did it even truly have a physical form?
At mere sight, one could feel the tugging attraction on the soul.
"Ruins?" Raymond exclaimed. "Are you this ruthless? Using your own Ruins... Wait, could it be Lu Bai's?"
"Something like that."
After tossing them twice, Huai Shi satisfied his petty desire to show off, and then sealed them again, tossing them back into his pocket.
