Shen Jing understood. So she just wanted to use the space to store some clean clothes. What a germaphobe!
She soon saw the "small amount" of supplies that Gu Yan had mentioned.
Gu Yan, who was just moments ago half-dead, is now leading the way as if nothing happened.
Shen Jing followed him into the building that required facial recognition to open.
Who would have thought of installing such a door on the ninth floor?
That must be the reborn one—Gu Yan.
This person was clearly prepared, otherwise how could they have stayed at home so calmly!
Her gaze was first drawn to the firearms in the hall. Shen Jing had been abroad and seen the world, but there weren't many different types of weapons here! They were different from the ones Michael had sold her, and they were smaller.
Shen Jing looked at Gu Yan, wanting him to reveal the answer: "How do you load bullets into these wooden guns?"
Gu Yan strode over and naturally placed his hand on her waist. "Special Ability Bullet."
The gun slipped from her hands, and Shen Jing didn't even realize she was being held. She stared blankly at the boxes of weapons.
These...weapons that killed her in her past life!
Shen Jing recalled how the supernatural bullet pierced her body, her clothes were stained with blood, and she lay on the ground, barely alive.
She fell silent. The more she tried to forget the pain before her death, the more vividly she remembered it.
So how could she forget the superpowered gun and superpowered bullet that killed her!
"What? Have you forgotten all of this too?" Gu Yan asked casually.
"Impossible! How could I...forget!"
He looked at her thoughtfully, "You've forgotten about me."
Gu Yan opened several boxes, exposing all the weapons in front of her.
He stood to the side and asked, "Is there enough space to fit it?"
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