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【156 First Sharpshooter】

Bai Qingcheng turned around and glared at An Yan with great resentment.

An Yan was startled by her eyes and looked confused.

Song Xiaozhi immediately ran to the dividing line, raised his gun and aimed at Bai Qingcheng on the field, "I'll excuse you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard five consecutive bangs.

Everyone frowned and looked at it, and saw Bai Qingcheng's large font close to the human-shaped target, with his eyes closed and his lips pursed, as if he was ready to die——

Bullets flew past Bai Qingcheng's head, ears, shoulders, waist, and crotch——

The gangsters in the arms world were shocked and admired!

There are many people in this shooting range who can hit the center of the target, especially Assistant An, who is standing by the side.

But this Miss Song...

Every shot was accurate to the last detail, and the position where the bullet penetrated was as if it were measured with a ruler, very precise.

In such an environment, hitting the target or killing someone is not worthy of praise.

The one who can achieve such precision that no one is hurt is a first-rate sharpshooter!

Song Xiaozhi put down the gun and said with a smile: "My legs are weak this time. I see you are still running. An Yan, please bring me back."

An Yan stepped into the venue, held the semi-conscious Bai Qingcheng in his arms, and brought him out.

Shitou took the gun from Song Xiaozhi and said to himself, "When Mommy practices shooting next time, I will repair the broken scope."

One sentence shocked everyone present.

Even An Yan, whose spear skills were extremely poor, couldn't help but look back at Song Xiaozhi...

Without a scope, you can shoot so far and so accurately with just your naked eyes.

Is this Miss Song so scary?

Zhizhi looked at Bai Qingcheng who was lying obediently in An Yan's arms without speaking, patted her cheek and said, "Beauty, come home with me."

Little Shitou sneered: "Mommy, you really look like a gangster."

"Then you are the son of a gangster."

Song Xiaotomo...

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After Song Xiaozhi and An Yan, who was holding Bai Qingcheng, left the shooting range, the normal shooting range returned to normal.

Nangong Yu lay on the railing and sighed repeatedly, "I didn't expect Xiao Zhi's marksmanship to be so good. She is indeed the woman I admire."

Nangong Jue, who was standing aside, snorted lightly and did not answer.

He thought there was no doubt about whose position the top sharpshooter of the Killer League belonged to.

"The old man is urging me to find out about the missing coat of arms in the mine." Nangong Yu rarely talked about official matters, "When is the eldest brother going to leave?"

Nangong Jue thought of Song Xiaozhi's gunshot wound and frowned, "In two days."

"Brother, I haven't been feeling well these past two days. I'm sick, so I won't go with you." Nangong Yu tried her best to make a sincere expression on her handsome cheeks, "I wish my brother a successful start and a successful search for the mine and the gold mountain!"

Nangong Jue looked at him coldly, "What's the disease?"

"Pneumonia, a bad cold, and a migraine."

Nangong Yu was talking nonsense, but with a serious face, "If I follow my brother this time, I will probably die."

"If you die, your body will be sent to the old man, so you don't have to worry."

Nangong Jue dropped his heartless words and walked forward with big steps——

Nangong Yu lay on the railing and roared loudly in her heart.

Are you my biological brother?

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That night, Shi Shi had a high fever. He was lying on the sofa breathing heavily, his cheeks were red, his eyes were closed, and his respiratory tract was burning.

An Yi gave Shi Shi a fever-reducing injection, and Zhi Zhi carried him into the room and settled him before walking out again.

Song Xiaozhi looked at Bai Qingcheng, who had been standing motionless in the corner since today, strode up to her, leaned close to her and asked in a low voice: "Miss Bai is so afraid of me?"

"Who is afraid of you?" Bai Qingcheng glared angrily, "I feel free to kill or cut into pieces, I, Bai Qingcheng, am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"People who are not greedy for life or afraid of death can run very fast during the day!" Zhizhi raised her arm and glanced at her waist, "Our Assistant An treats you very well and makes you fat twice."

"Have I gained a lot of weight?"

Miss Bai's face turned pale, "I knew that man had ulterior motives, and your Nangong family all had ulterior motives for me!"

An Yi shook his head and said, "I treated the slight burn on your skin just now. I didn't have any intentions towards you."

"You have ulterior motives," Zhizhi patted her on the shoulder, "Miss Bai will be my little stone's nanny from today on."

"I don't want to be a nanny! How could I be a nanny! I don't even know who I am, so I won't be a nanny for you!"

"Miss Bai is really a model of arrogance and domineering." Zhizhi turned around and asked An Yi, "Do you still remember the chronic poison that was fed to her in the storage room at that time?"

An Yi immediately understood what Song Xiaozhi meant, "Well, I had already given her the antidote when she gave her the map, but it was only half the amount."

Bai Qingcheng's face changed drastically, "You went back on your word."

"This is not the first time," Miss Song said with a rogue face, "Miss Bai, just get used to it."

An Yi stood up and walked to Zhizhi, "The medicine I just applied to you also contains chronic poison. If Xiaozhi didn't give you the antidote every day, your body would..."

"My body..." Bai Qingcheng looked at the two women with fearful eyes, "What will happen to my body?"

"The metabolism is disordered, and if you don't eat or drink, you will gain weight by kilograms every day."

"Accelerate aging and let you experience the life of a seventy-year-old at the age of twenty-five."

"Hair loss and wrinkles."

"The breasts will shrink, and rashes will appear. It will be so itchy that you don't want to have a rash..."

Zhizhi and An Yi exchanged words with each other. Seeing the despair on Bai Qingcheng's face, she trembled her lips, "You... you are shameful... I will not do it to you..."

Bai Qingcheng's words of resistance rang in her ears because she saw Zhizhi pick up the scissors and wave them in front of her.

"My barbering skills are pretty good, Qingcheng, let me cut your hair."