บท 247: Qin Mo’s Secrets

He could still release that Three Thousand Blade Cuts with his injured hands?

Then exactly how amazing is he when his hands are fine?

So… One really can't treat a god like a normal person.

Fu Jiu was good at games thanks to her innate fast hand speed and the fact that she had played this game before.

Even so, she was still not as good as this god. She would find the chance to have a little one-on-one PK with him some time later.

Fu Jiu thought up to this point before something passed through her mind. Just like how she reacted to those criminal psychology books, she couldn't help but question, "How did Brother Mo hurt his hands?"

This question was too difficult for even Lin Feng to answer, because even he didn't know how it happened.

"By accident." Qin Mo's voice had a hint of carelessness as he held his wine glass.

The way he had one hand in his pocket would easily convince people to trust him.