Chapter 1382
Youyou holds the gun. It's a desert eagle. The body of the gun is a little heavy. However, despite the pistol, it was originally powerful. The pistol uses sophisticated ammunition. The bullet has explosive power and is extremely shocking.
He put it in his hand and played.
Previously, he had the cardinal teach him a little shooting.
Not because of anything else, but through a series of recent events, he knows that he must learn a little self-protection means.
His character is so, everything, do not like too dependent on others.
He is too weak. Without xiaoyichen and Lisa's protection, it's hard for him to protect himself.
Therefore, he must learn to protect himself and master the means of self-protection!
In the past two days, he has been working hard to learn the shooting skills from Zhuque.
Zhu que was surprised to find that he had some talent in the study of shooting techniques. He learned to load and shoot quickly. The accuracy was not accurate, but it was also very high, which surprised her.
Muyazhe saw that he picked up the pistol and loaded it with familiarity. Then he raised his wrist. The black muzzle of the pistol pointed directly at him.
Whether it's the gesture of holding the gun or the posture, it's very professional.
This little guy, with his back, secretly learned the gun?!
At the same time, he felt appreciated.
When mu lianjue saw that he had taken out his gun, his face was pale, and his mouth shook fiercely: "you What are you doing?! "
"Some time ago, I learned how to shoot! However, it is more distressing that no one has accompanied me to practice. "
You you finish, the corner of the mouth a hook: "four uncles, you accompany me to practice, OK?"
"No No...... "
With a pale face, murian suddenly turned around and tried to escape.
You you didn't say a word. He pulled the trigger and shot him twice in the back leg!
With a scream, mu lianjue stumbled to the ground, piercing the silent night with a shrill scream. At the south entrance of the vast road, he passed it far away, but soon it was scattered in the cold wind.
"I returned these two guns for Zhao Shushu!"
On that day, uncle Zhao would not have died if he had not been the killer sent by mu lianjue.
This is the debt that mu lianjue owes!
He must come back for the Zhao family!
Youyou said coldly, shot again, and "bang" two times. Mu lianjue made a miserable cry again, covering his knee which was hit by the bullet painfully. The whole person convulsed violently, and rolled back and forth in pain on the ground.
Muyazhe takes a look at his son. At this moment, in the biting evening wind, youyou stands upright with straight waist line and cold body!
He was sideways, his dark hair slightly disordered in the evening wind, brushing his cheek, interwoven with thick eyelashes.
Originally, snow Jade's lovely face was very deep, with a pair of gloomy and dark eyes, like ice and snow covered, without temperature!
His shooting standard, shooting, face cold, no mood, as if it was just routine.
Even though murian's screams filled his ears, he did not move. He blinked as if he was numb to death.
Look, so cold!
In his heart, there are five tastes.
In fact, he was not so willing to let you touch something too dark too early.
After all, he is still a seven-year-old child, so young, inappropriate.
He put it in his hand and played.
Previously, he had the cardinal teach him a little shooting.
Not because of anything else, but through a series of recent events, he knows that he must learn a little self-protection means.
His character is so, everything, do not like too dependent on others.
He is too weak. Without xiaoyichen and Lisa's protection, it's hard for him to protect himself.
Therefore, he must learn to protect himself and master the means of self-protection!
In the past two days, he has been working hard to learn the shooting skills from Zhuque.
Zhu que was surprised to find that he had some talent in the study of shooting techniques. He learned to load and shoot quickly. The accuracy was not accurate, but it was also very high, which surprised her.
Muyazhe saw that he picked up the pistol and loaded it with familiarity. Then he raised his wrist. The black muzzle of the pistol pointed directly at him.
Whether it's the gesture of holding the gun or the posture, it's very professional.
This little guy, with his back, secretly learned the gun?!
At the same time, he felt appreciated.
When mu lianjue saw that he had taken out his gun, his face was pale, and his mouth shook fiercely: "you What are you doing?! "
"Some time ago, I learned how to shoot! However, it is more distressing that no one has accompanied me to practice. "
You you finish, the corner of the mouth a hook: "four uncles, you accompany me to practice, OK?"
"No No...... "
With a pale face, murian suddenly turned around and tried to escape.
You you didn't say a word. He pulled the trigger and shot him twice in the back leg!
With a scream, mu lianjue stumbled to the ground, piercing the silent night with a shrill scream. At the south entrance of the vast road, he passed it far away, but soon it was scattered in the cold wind.
"I returned these two guns for Zhao Shushu!"
On that day, uncle Zhao would not have died if he had not been the killer sent by mu lianjue.
This is the debt that mu lianjue owes!
He must come back for the Zhao family!
Youyou said coldly, shot again, and "bang" two times. Mu lianjue made a miserable cry again, covering his knee which was hit by the bullet painfully. The whole person convulsed violently, and rolled back and forth in pain on the ground.
Muyazhe takes a look at his son. At this moment, in the biting evening wind, youyou stands upright with straight waist line and cold body!
He was sideways, his dark hair slightly disordered in the evening wind, brushing his cheek, interwoven with thick eyelashes.
Originally, snow Jade's lovely face was very deep, with a pair of gloomy and dark eyes, like ice and snow covered, without temperature!
His shooting standard, shooting, face cold, no mood, as if it was just routine.
Even though murian's screams filled his ears, he did not move. He blinked as if he was numb to death.
Look, so cold!
In his heart, there are five tastes.
In fact, he was not so willing to let you touch something too dark too early.
After all, he is still a seven-year-old child, so young, inappropriate.