The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 177
Mo Junting stood up Shi Shiran, his voice seemed to be talking about the weather: "It's been a long time since I practiced shooting, so you can be my target."

what?
Treating people as targets?

He is crazy!

It will kill people!
After entering the shooting range, Yan Zhixin realized that there was still such a large shooting range hidden in the old house of the Mo family.

However, does Mo Junting really want to use her as a target?

Ling Feng, Ling Shan, Ling Hua, and Ling Bai stood neatly behind Mo Junting in a neat row. Not only did they not stop their young master's crazy behavior, but they helped him prepare the gun very neatly.

She understands these four people.

No matter what Mo Junting wanted to do, they would never object.

Mo Junting wanted to kill someone, so they not only passed the knife, but also helped collect the corpse and deal with the aftermath.

Not only were they not surprised that Mo Junting wanted to use her as a target, but they also had an expression of "Young Master is amazing", and she was also drunk.

Soon, Ling Bai took out Mo Junting's pistol and handed it to him with both hands.

The black pistol shone with a piercing light.

Mo Junting took the gun over, looked at Yan Zhixin with slightly blue eyes, and said in a pleasant and cold voice, "One hundred days is still a target, I will give you another chance to choose."

Yan Zhixin's heart trembled, she raised her eyes to look at him: "Did you do it on purpose?"

deliberately revenge on her.

Or, he wanted to push her to her limit, to force her to collapse and admit defeat.

Although I don't know what his reason is.

But she still wanted to say three words: Damn it!
She just won't admit defeat!
Yan Zhixin raised her chin: "I choose, target."

A gleam flashed in Mo Junting's eyes, the corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly, and then he returned to indifference: "Stand at the target, Ling Shan."

Yan Zhixin took the position of the target, Ling Shan took out an orange from the fruit basket and put it on her right hand: "Straighten your arms, Pinto."

In the empty grassland, Yan Zhixin was standing with an orange in her hand, behind her was the dark sky, only the cold light was hitting her body, and on the opposite side was the black muzzle of the gun.

Such a feeling can easily be frightening.

Yan Zhixin didn't have much feeling for the environment.

After all, practicing shooting in the middle of the night is not a scary thing... The only scary thing is that she doesn't know how accurate Mo Junting's marksmanship is.

If not, with a bang, she will be gameover!
Yan Zhixin looked at Mo Junting, who was like the stars and the moon, from afar, her face was tense.

asshole!

demon!

Nasty!
Son of a bitch!
Yan Zhixin cursed almost all the words she could think of in her heart, but this did not make Mo Junting give up.

Mo Junting seemed to have read her mind, and the corners of his lips curled up playfully: "Don't shake your hands, or you will be responsible for the consequences if you get hurt."

Yan Zhixin rolled her eyes: "It's true that you don't shake your hands, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences if you kill someone."

Ling Feng and the others: "..."

Can they say that these two people really deserve to be a match made in heaven?

Mo Junting narrowed his eyes slightly, the bright light was on top of his head, in the boundary between light and darkness, his eyes became more and more bottomless: "Since you are not afraid, why don't you put oranges on your head?"

Yan Zhixin stared closely at his expressionless handsome face.

Want to force her?

Then why not force it back?
Putting the orange on her head angrily, she raised her chin provocatively: "Is that enough?"

The evening wind blew against her face, and the bangs on her forehead were blown up, and her eyes, which were as bright as stars, looked like spring lake water under the light, clear and slightly rippling.

In the depths of her eyes, there was a hint of stubbornness.

(End of this chapter)