Xu Qing is not indifferent, because his attention is not fully integrated into the sisters' singing, he is grateful to the eldest brother, for him to help the sisters at the beginning was a trivial matter, in exchange for any person with a conscience and ability would choose to do so, it is not a big fault not to taste the affection.

Sweeping his eyes back at random, Xu Qing suddenly felt that his eyelids were a little itchy, and he blinked hard, and when he opened it, his pupils were blurred with flesh and blood, and he actually used his perspective eye in a daze, and saw through a male classmate in front of him, and secretly screamed in his heart, ready to return to normal, but unexpectedly a moving figure appeared behind the boy, one arm was bent on his left chest like a broken ruler, and five finger bones were tightly clasped to an object.

Pistol? Xu Qing's heart sank, and he focused his gaze on the moving figure, which was a short and thin young man, wearing a set of Jiangda school uniforms, but his thin face showed a touch of coldness that was different from that of the people around him, especially those eyes, as sharp as an eagle's vulture, and his right palm poked into his left chest to clasp a pistol with a silencer.

Seeing all this, Xu Qing's scalp tingled for a while, where did this guy come from? Paralyzed, what the hell! Seeing the man with the gun approaching the stage step by step along the aisle between the seats, he didn't think much about it anymore, and grabbed the long sword with his backhand and greeted the man.

Everyone in the audience stood stupidly, just to cover up the short and thin gunman, this is less than 1.6 meters taller than most girls, and girls can wear high heels.

On the contrary, Xu Qing's move attracted the attention of several caring people, because this product was tall and carrying a guy in his hand, so it could be used to make people take a closer look.

The gunman didn't walk fast, Xu Qing had already taken the lead to the aisle in the same position as him, just blocking the way ahead, the singing voice was like a clear stream and spring, and the murderous aura was only in the square inch.

The gunman also saw Xu Qing with a sword, he naturally stopped, the two stood opposite each other, less than six meters apart, a song "Thanksgiving" was nearing the end, the gunman squinted at the two sisters on the lookout, his current position is indeed not good, there are nearly ten meters away from the stage, the young man blocking the road in front of him is obviously not here to greet him, on the contrary, this is the biggest trouble.

Xu Qing held the hilt of the sword in his hand, turned his head to look at the gunman with a gloomy face in front of him, and approached him step by step, because it was a ghost step, at first glance it seemed that he was not moving under his feet, but in an instant, he floated forward about three meters along the aisle. Seeing that the situation was not good, the gunman immediately took out his pistol and aimed at the two sisters on the stage, he no longer expected to kill both at the same time, only to kill one of them, and then use the gun against the boy in front of him.

said that it was too late, and at the moment when the gunman was about to pull the trigger, Xu Qing dodged and rushed to the front, and the long sword in his hand was picked up diagonally like a golf club, and knocked on the wrist of the gun impartially.

Burst! A bullet that missed the crosshairs flew out, hit the cement ceiling, and drilled a small hole, the pistol flew out of the hand like a birdie ball that was hit, and hit the wall with a snap, including the gunman's wrist was also knocked out of a crushed fracture, and the whole wrist was hanging in the opposite direction, and the sharp pain caused by the moment made the cargo two seconds late before he was ready to scream, but there was a black smear in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.