Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[156 No. [-] Sharpshooter]

Bai Qingcheng turned around and gave An Yan a hard look, with extreme resentment.

An Yan was taken aback by the look in her eyes, and his face was blank.

Song Xiaozhi immediately ran to the dividing line, raised his gun and aimed at Bai Qingcheng in the arena, "I'm borrowing the court, everyone."

The voice fell, only to hear five consecutive rounds of bang bang.

Everyone frowned and looked at it, and saw Bai Qingcheng clinging to the human-shaped target in large characters, with his eyes closed and his lips pursed, as if waiting to die——

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

The gangsters in the arms world were astonished and adored!

In this shooting range, there are many people who can hit the center of the target, especially Assistant An, who is standing by the side, who can hit the target with every shot, which can be said to be the realm of piercing Yang with a hundred steps.

But this Miss Song...

Every shot is accurate to the point, and the position where the bullet penetrates is as if measured with a ruler, very precise.

In such an environment, hitting the target and killing people is not worthy of admiration.

Those who can be precise and leave people unscathed are the first-class sharpshooters!

Song Xiaozhi put down the gun and said with a smile, "Your legs are weak this time. You still run away. An Yan, please bring it back."

An Yan stepped into the field, hugged Bai Qingcheng, who was half unconscious, in his arms, and brought him out.

Shi Shi took the gun from Song Xiaozhi's hand and said to himself, "The next time Mommy practices guns, I will fix the broken scope."

In a word, everyone present was shocked.

Even An Yan, who has amazing spear skills, couldn't help but look back at Song Xiaozhi...

Without a scope, the naked eye can shoot so far and so accurately.

Miss Song, why not be so scary!

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

Xiao Shitou scoffed, "Mum, you really look like a hooligan."

"Then you are the son of a rascal."

Song Xiaotomo...

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After Song Xiaozhi, An Yan and Shi Shi, who were holding Bai Qingcheng, left the shooting range, the normal shooting range resumed here.

Nangongyu lay on the railing, sighing again and again, "I didn't expect Xiaozhi to be so good at marksmanship, she really deserves to be the woman I admire."

Nangong Jue, who was standing aside, hummed lightly, but did not answer.

He thought there was no doubt about who the number one sharpshooter of the Killer League belonged to.

"The old man is urging to find the missing coat of arms of the mine." Nangongyu rarely talked about business. "When is the elder brother going to leave?"

Thinking of Song Xiaozhi's gunshot wound, Nangongjue frowned, "In two days."

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

Nangong Jue gave him a cold look, "What's wrong?"

"Pneumonia, a bad cold, and migraines."

Nangong Yu was talking nonsense, but she was serious, "If I go with Big Brother this time, I'm likely to die."

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

Nangongjue left behind his unfeeling words, and walked down with big strides——

Nangong Yu lay on the railing and growled loudly.

Are you my real brother?

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That night, Shito had a high fever and was lying on the sofa breathing heavily, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were closed, and his respiratory tract was scorching hot.

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

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

"Who is afraid of you!" Bai Qingcheng glared at him, "If you want to kill or cut, I, Bai Qingcheng, am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"A person who is not greedy for life and not afraid of death can run pretty fast during the day!" Zhizhi raised her arm and glanced at her waist, "Our assistant An has treated you so well, he has fattened you up twice."

"I gained two laps of weight?"

Miss Bai turned pale, "I knew that man had ulterior motives, and your Nangong family members have ulterior motives for me!"

An Yi shook her head and said, "I treated the slight burn on your skin just now, and I have no intention of treating you."

"It's true that there are ulterior motives," Zhizhi patted her on the shoulder, "Miss Bai will be my babysitter from today on."

"I don't want to be a nanny! How can 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 the arrogant and domineering family." Zhizhi turned to An Yi and asked, "Do you remember the chronic poison that was fed to her in the storage room back then?"

An Yi immediately understood Song Xiaozhi's meaning tacitly, "Well, when she gave the map, I had already given her the antidote, but it was only half of it."

Bai Qingcheng's complexion changed drastically, "You contradict your promise."

"It's not the first time," Miss Song said with a rascal face, "It's good that Miss Bai gets used to it."

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

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

"Metabolism is disordered, and I will gain kilograms every day without eating or drinking."

"Accelerate aging, let you experience the life of a 25-year-old at the age of 70."

"Hair loss, increased wrinkles."

"The chest shrinks, and there will be rashes, itchy red rashes that make you feel so painful..."

Zhizhi and An Yi talked to each other, seeing the despair on Bai Qingcheng's face, she trembled her lips, "You...you are shameful...I won't be you..."

Bai Qingcheng's rebellious words were still in her ears, because she saw Zhizhi picked up the scissors and dangled them in front of her.

"My haircutting skills are pretty good, Qingcheng, let me cut that beautiful hair for you."