Conan was pointed at gunpoint.

But after a moment's frying, he quickly regained his composure, because the man with the gun was Fuyuma.

“…… Fuyuma, what are you doing? Put it down. Conan was a little speechless.

Although the shotgun was not particularly heavy, it was a bit of a burden on the body of the winter horse, and Wang Luzhi put the gun on the ground.

At this time, Conan had already seen Moriran and Tono Mizuki around the winter horse, but he just didn't see the mountain

Chapter 162 of "When the Script Kills into the World of Conan" The dungeon is over It's in hand, please wait a while,

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