Chapter 171: Hand slipped

Song Yijun changed his mind, and that's right. Tang Nuan had never learned to shoot before. The technique was definitely not good, and maybe even people couldn't fight.
On the contrary, I have practiced for a period of time, and the level is a little fair.
In this case, what are you afraid of?
So Song Yijun nodded, "Well then, I agree."
Then Song Yijun went to pick up the protective clothing.
Lan Sixia approached Tang Nuan painting at this time and asked curiously, "Who is this woman?"
Tang Nuan raised his mouth slightly, "enemy."?
"Do you have any holidays?" Lan Sixia was puzzled.
Is it just a holiday? Tang Nuan painted a deep smile, and said that it was a deep hatred.
But Tang Nuanhua didn't reveal so much to Lan Sixia, but just said, "It's nothing, anyway, remember it, just help me teach her a little while."
"Okay, no problem." Lan Sixia nodded.
...
After a while, Song Yijun changed into protective clothing and came fully armed.
While tidying up the shoulder pads on his shoulders, he pretended to ask casually, "Nuanhua, does Jing Yi know you are here?"
"I don't know." Tang Nuanhua said casually.
Suddenly, Tang Nuan's painting pretended to be suddenly enlightened and nervous, "Yijun, you must keep this matter secret for me, don't tell Jing Yi, otherwise he should be angry again, then I But it's miserable..."
Oh? is it?
Song Yijun heard this, with a knowing smile on his lips.
But it was empathetic, "Of course not, we are good sisters, and sisters should keep each other's secrets, right?"
As soon as the voice fell, Song Yijun was already calculating.
Since Li Jingyi didn't know that she was here to learn to shoot, he certainly didn't know that Lan Sixia came with him.
In other words, they are secretly meeting here with Li Jingyi on their backs?
Hey, Song Yijun snickered, thinking it was getting more and more interesting.
Next, it was time to practice guns.
According to the rules just mentioned, use people as targets, then raise a fist-sized balloon above your head and let others shoot. If you don't shoot, you lose.
At this time, Tang Nuanhua suddenly said, "I am the first one, you can practice guns with me."
After speaking, he consciously picked up a balloon and stood in front of the original target, acting as a human target.
Seeing her being so active, Song Yijun was quite happy, saying that Tang Nuan painted, and you deserve to be a target.
Tang Nuanhua quietly winked at Lan Sixia.
Lan Sixia immediately understood, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
In fact, just now when Song Yijun went to change clothes, the two had already discussed it.
Tang Nuan painted, "I will be the first to be the target in a while, and you will be the first to shoot, okay?"
Lan Sixia, "Small meaning."
"Don't say it is so light, you usually hit iron targets, I am a human, can I be the same? In case you hurt me with a nervous mistake, I can beat you." Tang Nuanhua warned.
Lan Sixia was speechless, "Don't you believe my skills? If I hit you, can I call your aunt's grandmother?"
"It's about the same."
...
The picture returns to this moment.
Tang Nuanhua held up the balloon, looked at Lan Sixia a little nervously, and said to Si Xia, don’t make any mistakes!
Although this fake bullet can't hurt people, after all, the impact of the bullet is as great as a real gun, and it hurts to hit the body.
Lan Sixia had an expression that was too calm.
After all, he started to take a gun at the age of 6, and never made any mistakes since the age of 7. Any gun in his hand is like a part of his body, so he still has this confidence.
Then, Lan Sixia raised his gun, pointed the muzzle at Tang Nuan's painting-the balloon on his head, and closed his eyes.
?
Seeing him closing his eyes, Tang Nuan painting suddenly became uncomfortable. What's this doing?
What if you miss it!
With a "bang", the balloon in Tang Nuan's painting suddenly exploded.
Yes, Lan Sixia hit.
A smile came out from the corner of her mouth, Lan Sixia looked at Tang Nuan's painting proudly, her expression seemed to say, "How is it? Handsome, right?"
Tang Nuanhua finally breathed a sigh of relief, but in his heart, he did admire his technique with nothing to say.
Then Lan Sixia opened her eyes and fired two more shots, both of which were so accurate.
After three shots, Tang Nuan's painting was safe and sound, naturally relieved.
At this time, it was Song Yijun's turn.
This was the first time Song Yijun had hit a target. His hands were trembling inexplicably, his head was naturally bad, and both bullets were wasted in the air.
With the last bullet, Song Yijun carefully stared at the balloon on Tang Nuan's head.
As a result, as soon as the bullet flew out, the bullet passed by Tang Nuanhua... still missed.
Tang Nuan painted, and immediately squatted down, clutching his left shoulder. I didn't expect this gas bomb to hit people so painful!
"Nuanhua, are you okay!" Song Yijun rushed up in shock.
Lan Sixia also followed the past to check the situation.
But Tang Nuan's painting was holding on and stood up blankly, "It's okay, it's time for the next round."
This round, Lan Sixia was the target, and Tang Nuanhua shot.
Lan Sixia was panicked and mad, "Dead girl, you must shoot accurately, or I will fight you hard!"
"Stop talking nonsense," Tang Nuan said lightly.
Then he raised his gun and aimed at the balloon on Lan Sixia's head, but... his hands were shaking.
I have to admit that Tang Nuanhua is really unsure in her heart, and if it hurts Lan Sixia, she will not feel good in her heart.
At this time, Lan Sixia suddenly shouted, "The muzzle is crooked, raise it a little."
Tang Nuan painting listened to and followed suit, then shot.
With a "bang", the balloon burst.
Tang Nuanhua looked at her hand incredibly, and then heard Lan Sixia say, "Wrong, to the right."
Tang Nuan's paintings obediently followed them one by one, but it turned out to be successful...
I had to marvel in my heart, Lan Sixia was really amazing, and anyone from far away could spot it.
...
Soon, it was Song Yijun's turn to be a target.
As soon as Song Yijun got on the shooting range, the whole person was scared to death, and a little bit wanted to escape.
After all, she was a little worried. She almost hit Tang Nuan's painting just now. What if this woman took the opportunity to retaliate against herself?
Unexpectedly, Tang Nuan didn't hit a shot, and shouted at the side, "Oh, why didn't I hit it? Si Xia, why don't you help me see how accurate it is."
After three shots, Song Yijun finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had escaped.
Unexpectedly, it was Lan Sixia's turn to shoot, and everything was even more sad.
Lan Sixia seemed to be deliberate, either sneezed when firing, or lost concentration and slipped her hand.
In this way, every bullet happened to hit Song Yijun's body.
"Ah!" Song Yijun was beaten pale.