The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 27 29: Your heart, believe it or not [2]

When Song Manxi heard the words, doubts arose in her heart. She put away the air gun, and a trace of uncertainty flashed in her Yingying eyes.

She turned her head sideways, and from the corner of her eye looked at the person in front of her who was wearing a black windbreaker, with slightly curly black hair pinned in a white fluffy hat, wearing black sunglasses, covering most of her face, and wearing a black in gloves.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide and blinked, as if she was sure that this was not her illusion.

The breeze blows, and the slightest coolness.

After watching the mechanical action of the woman taking out her purse and paying for the gun, she smiled understandingly for a long time: "Okay, I won't show mercy, the loser has to invite another person to dinner. "

The woman took off her black sunglasses and gloves, showing her beautiful beauty, put the gun on her shoulder, and smiled confidently: "Okay, when the pocket money is gone, don't cry to your mother." ah."

Song Manxi was stunned, and curled her lips: "It's you, right. If you lose, don't ask the company to advance your salary in advance."

"Don't worry, it's just you, you can't eat me poorly."

"Yes, yes, the big benefactor in the back, with him, will you still be short of money?"

After Song Manxi finished speaking, the woman's smiling eyes turned cold, and her smile froze at the corner of her mouth. After a while, after a while, it disappeared again: "Don't talk about him, what a disappointment he is, let's start , I will not let you go easily just because you are my sister."

"Me too, even if you were my sister, I wouldn't."

What was originally a one-person battle turned into a two-person competition in the end. At the moment when the plastic bullet was fired, all Song Manxi could think of was: live in the present moment.

Things in the future may only be left to the future to solve, but now, only those who live in the present will be the smartest people.

The competition between them was very exciting, and attracted many tourists to stop and watch. The children gathered around and watched the puppets taken off the shelves one after another, all lingering endlessly.

At the end of the fight, there was only one balloon left on the entire opposite side.

The two looked at each other with mutual understanding: "Sissy, this one is the one that decides the outcome. In front of so many people, it's not pretty to lose. Are you sure you want to compete?"

"When did you talk so nonsense?"

The woman smiled leisurely and shrugged, as if she had a plan in mind.

Sure enough, her hand speed was really fast, the plastic bullet was shot out first, under control, it bumped the one Song Manxi shot out, and then she shot another round.

Hit accurately.

There was thunderous applause at the scene.

Song Manxi looked at the broken balloon and straightened her short hair: "Hiss, it looks like I still have to force practice. If you see my poor marksmanship, the elder brother will have to peel off my skin."

The woman also put away her gun, took off her goggles, quickly put on her sunglasses again, and looked at him with her arms crossed: "Hehe, Sissy, there are some things and some people whose standards can only be placed there, you can't Asking too much."

Song Manxi glanced at her: "Isn't your request not too high?"

"I'm different from you. You are a flower in a greenhouse, you don't need to use a gun to protect yourself, Sissy, you should take good care of yourself."

Another layer of sadness gradually emerged in Song Manxi's heart, and he felt that he shouldn't continue talking: "Okay, okay, why is the atmosphere so heavy, didn't I lose? Let's go and eat."

　Arsenic: Who is this man?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)