Urban Young Fairy

"This is a bit hard to play."

Yuan Jie smiled and shook hands.

Just after the few shots were over, his arm was shocked after the shock.

I thought that I could make a good result at this time and show it well, but I didn't expect that playing such a **** would be a shame.

"How, do you want to give it a try?"

Fan Sang Sang looked at Lin Yi, his eyes slightly picked up, and his condescending posture was quite arrogant.

"The caliber of this gun is too small and it is too boring to play."

Lin also looked at the left wheel.

When Fan Sang Sang and Yuan Jie shot, Lin also noticed the sound of popping up, no deterrent.

In Lin Yi’s eyes, this kind of pistol can’t match the previous desert eagle, and it’s not much different from toys.

It’s boring to really fight.

In contrast, Lin is more looking forward to the rifles that he will see later.

"Is it boring?"

Listening to Lin Yi’s words, Yuan Jie, who still has some numbness in his palm, immediately smiled coldly: “I’m afraid you are afraid of shame!”

"A small caliber, the moment you really shoot, is enough to have a strong impact on your elbow. If you haven't experienced special training, the bullets you hit and the place you are aiming at are not at all. One location!"

Yuan Jie thought that Lin did not have that strength, and Fan Sang Sang next to him shook his head slightly.

She was completely disappointed with Lin in front of her eyes.

I don’t even have the guts to try it. How much can I have in the future?

However, this is not the problem that Fan Sang Sang is concerned about.

When she was about to change into a wheel bomb, Zeng Peihui’s eyes standing next to her suddenly shook her eyes and reached out and gently patted Fan Sang’s wrist.

Fan Sang Sang twisted his head and saw the pedestrian at the end of the cloister, just walking past.

The group of people, when they first saw it, gave people a feeling of being particularly embarrassed. One by one is obviously the second generation of the family.

Especially one of the men with one head and eight heads, a whole set of Versace, looks a bit strong, but when the face looks, it is a wish to the family's young master Zhu Shengyu.

"Fan sister, would you like to go there and see?"

Zeng Peihui looked at Fan Sang Sang and his face showed some expectations.

He didn't know which of them was wishing to be in the winter. He just had a glimpse of it, and he only recognized Zhu Shengyu and Zhu Shenghai.

These two young masters, playing in the circle, also often attend some so-called fashion dinners, which made Zeng Peihui a bit of impression.

I have seen Zhu Shengyu and Zhu Shenghai now. I don't have to think about it. I hope that Dong is probably also among the group of people.

"Ok."

Fan Sang Sang looked over there, nodded and looked at Zheng Qiuqi: "I saw a few friends, or else, Qiu Jin and Shi Min, have a look with me?"

She did not invite Lin Yi and Yuan Jie.

These two people are in her eyes, and it is also a shame for her.

"I won't go."

Zheng Qiuqi shook his head: "I don't like people who have too many occasions."

"Then I went to see Sang Sang in the past. In addition, Teacher Yuan, this time, it gives you a perfect opportunity. You can take it easy."

Fu Shimin squinted at Yuan Jie.

She has always tried to help Zheng Qiuqi find various marriage relationships, and I can't wait to marry Zheng Qiuqi early.

"it is good!"

Yuan Jie, who was encouraged by Fu Shimin, was full of excitement.

Although it seems that Lin also has such a light bulb squatting here, but the number is small, Zheng Qiuqi can take a little more attention to him.

Zheng Qiuyu looked at Fu Shimin and walked to the side. Her heart was slightly relieved. She looked at Lin Yi, who was on the side. It was discovered that I didn’t know when Lin had already walked to the gun rack that Fan Sansang used.

He lowered his head and shook it with one hand. The revolver's nest in his hand opened, and the metal shell that had lost the gunpowder pulled out from the inside and fell to the ground, making a crisp cicada.

Lin also picked up the bullets placed next to him, one piece put into the bomb nest, then the bullet hit the cymbal, opened the insurance of the revolver, held it with one hand, slowly raised his head, and pulled the trigger against the gun target in front of him. .

Hey.

Just six shots.

The sound fell, and Fan Sang-sang, who had already taken a few steps forward, heard the voice and subconsciously turned back.

She happened to be in the corner position, looking at the side of the line, the first sight was over the Lin Yi standing in front of the gun, the second eye was the scoreboard that fell to the other side.

There is no change in the score on the scoreboard, and it is still the score that Fan Sang Sang played.

She looked at the target paper that was shot by her six shots. Some of the target papers that had been riddled with holes were not changed when the bullets were changed. At this moment, there was no new bullet on the target paper. Hole marks.

“All off target?”

Fan Sang Sang raised his brow and smiled coldly. After shaking his head, he shifted his gaze.

She just heard the sound of the guns, and saw Lin’s flat-faced gesture of holding a gun. He thought that he really encountered a deep-seated master.

However, looking at it now, I am afraid it is just a bluffing master.

Six shots, 25 meters away, all off target.

This is the result of thoroughly exhausting firewood.

It’s just that Lin Yi’s performance is so unbearable that Fan Sang Sang is unable to understand how Zheng Qiuqi will look at him.

Before that, Zheng Qiuyan almost never asked her to help.

Now, I will open my mouth for such a kid.

Fan Sang Sang is not happy at all, or, to a point, she herself does not know the meaning of jealousy.

Eat the vinegar of Zheng Qiuqi.

Moreover, I can understand that I can understand that Zheng Qiuqi left Puhai before going to Quhang. After such a long time, there was no sign of a little return.

Fan Sang Sang did not call Zheng Qiuqi for so many days. In addition, Zheng Qiuqi refused to come back to accompany her.

This made Fan Sangsang feel less happy.

Lin also opened the nest of the revolver in his hand, and the shell of the six metal bullets inside left the remaining temperature.

Next to Yuan Jie looked at the scoreboard, and saw a target paper that did not appear in the new bullet hole. He grinned, even a little smug and excited.

After all, how to say, he still has a few shots on the target.

Not like this, all off target.

Zheng Qiuqi looked at Lin Lin, and when Lin also shook his head gently and put the left wheel down, she subconsciously looked at the shell that landed on the ground and the distant target paper that seemed to have no change.

Looking at the past, there is no difference. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Take a closer look, Zheng Qiuqi slammed.

I saw only the target paper that the original six bullet holes passed through, and the position at the edge of the six bullet holes was a little blackened.

This phenomenon is unlikely to occur when the first bullet hits the target.

The only explanation is.

Lin Yi’s six-shot bullet is the target paper that has been tracked along the path of Fan Sang’s six rounds of bullets.

Six rounds of bullets.

Each hair is hit in the original bullet hole position.

And later the bullets, as they travel along the trajectory.

It lacks the barrier to break the target, so that the gunpowder's gunpowder will blacken the target paper at a high temperature at the moment of passing through the bullet hole.

Nearly zero error, even the scoring machine has no time to react and resolve.