"Which night was that night?"

"That's... the time in Junshan Villa... and in the racing stadium." Fei Yu felt a little guilty.

"So it's you." No wonder this person's voice sounded familiar.

"Offended."

"Forget it, I won't bother with you." Luo Xiaoyan waved his hand, generous.

"Qianchi, aren't you going to practice a gun? Let's go." Luo Xiaoyan didn't touch the gun for a while, and her hands were itchy!

"Okay." Bai Qianchi stood up and the three of them left the main villa.

There is a training ground at the east end of the Moyuan Garden. It is large in area and is enough for hundreds of people to practice. The training ground is separated from the outside by a wall.

Bai Qianchi has been to Moyuan for so long, but he hasn't come here to take a walk carefully because she is lazy.

This kind of open-air training ground, which is the same as in the military camp, is more exciting than those mechanical clubs.

On the training ground, someone specially changed into a new target, and a long table was placed there, with more than a dozen guns on the table, both long and short.

"Will shooting here shock outsiders not shocking?" Bai Qianchi asked.

"These guns are equipped with mufflers." Fei Yu replied.

"Oh." Bai Qianchi picked up a pistol and looked at it.

Speaking of which, she had touched the gun several times, but it seemed that she had fired it once, and it was still aimed at Bai Tingting, and she had never fired it seriously.

Luo Xiaoyan took a breath from the table, which was his favorite.

When the bullet was loaded, Luo Xiaoyan aimed at the target in the distance, closed one eye, and passed the sight through the sight, and pulled the plate machine down:

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three shots were fired in a row.

Luo Xiaoyan smiled and carried it on her shoulders with satisfaction: "Full ring."

Bai Qianchi looked at the target a hundred meters away, and it turned out that they were all hitting the bull's eye.

"How long did you practice until you reach the 100th level?" Bai Qianchi asked.

"Well..." Luo Xiaoyan thought for a while: "12 years."

"What?" Bai Qianchi was a little puzzled if he had heard it wrong.

"I have loved to run to the military camp since I was a child, and my family also likes to leave me in the military camp for training. Anyway, I am a six-year-old gun."

"I won't have to practice for so long in 12 years, right?" Bai Qianchi frowned.

"Actually, I could hit 100 times when I was ten years old. Of course, this is aimed at a fixed target, and the hit rate of moving targets is slightly lower."

"And at that time, I could only practice guns in the military camp for three or four hours a day. Because there were other trainings, and I was still young at that time, so if an adult practiced better, he would be more diligent and hardworking, half a year would be enough."

"Half a year?" For Bai Qianchi, the efficiency is still too low.

"Of course, I won't need to have me here. I guarantee you will win a hundred times within four months." Luo Xiaoyan looked stinky.

"You have the nerve to take it out and dry it for four months." A disdainful voice rang out.

Several people turned their heads and looked at the man who was walking towards this side.

"My wife is so smart, it takes four months to waste?" The Emperor Young Master came over and hugged Bai Qianchi's shoulder.

After practicing for four months, the little woman's hands must not be grinded out of calluses.

"Hmph, you can pretend." Luo Xiaoyan stomped her feet, trying to fight him.

"You have higher efficiency?" Bai Qianchi asked with his head slightly raised.

“Two months.”

"Really?"

"Of course, I won't look at who I am in your husband." The Emperor Shaojue reached out and pinched Bai Qianchi's little face, then frowned: "Why are you losing weight again?"

"No, right?" Bai Qianchi raised his hand and touched his face, and then pinched it again. It was nothing wrong.
Chapter completed!