The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 178 Stepping on her bottom line
A stubbornness that never admits defeat.

The two looked at each other from a distance, the corners of Mo Junting's lips slightly raised, and he raised the gun in his hand.

"Yan Zhixin."

He spoke suddenly.

Yan Zhixin raised her eyebrows subconsciously...

boom!
What greeted her was a sudden shot.

Yan Zhixin's heart trembled, and a drop of liquid flowed down from the top of her head.

not blood.

It's orange juice.

Sweet and sour with a clear fragrance.

The orange was punctured, but her head was still fine.

She finally came to her senses and said angrily, "How could you shoot without prompting? What if I moved just now? If I moved, wouldn't I be lying on the ground now?"

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled up into a faint smile, as if his facial features were exquisitely sculpted by the heavens, which was astonishingly handsome.

He firmly said three words: "You won't."

Yan Zhixin didn't want to talk to him, so she turned around and left.

Mo Junting looked at her figure: "You are gone, are you planning to sleep with me for a hundred days?"

Yan Zhixin's body froze.

She turned her head slowly, burning with anger: "Didn't you finish the fight?"

Mo Junting stared at her and said, "I didn't say it was just one shot."

For a moment, she just wanted to throw an orange at it.

However, Mo Junting turned a blind eye to her temper, walking in front of her with an oppressive atmosphere all over his body: "It's okay if you don't want to be a target, just compete with me once."

Yan Zhixin looked at him suspiciously: "And then?"

Mo Junting wrote lightly: "If you win, treat it like I didn't say anything; if you lose, transfer to Emperor Entertainment."

No matter from which angle you look at it, test shooting is much better than being a target.

After all, if you are not careful, you will die.

Especially when you meet a guy like him who shoots a gun without saying hello.

Yan Zhixin nodded: "I agree."

Ling Bai didn't need to order, and immediately prepared a gun for her, and asked at the same time: "What kind of pistol is Miss Yan used to?"

Yan Zhixin glanced at him: "Form 95."

Ling Bai: "..."

Even Master Zhou, who works as a driver in her family, doesn't use such an old gun, and the Mo family's old house doesn't have it at all.

He can only change one way: "What kind of gun do you like, you can come and pick it yourself."

Anyway, Emperor Wei is an arms company, and these are the most indispensable things.

Yan Zhixin glanced at the neatly arranged pistols in the display cabinet, and was about to name her favorite model when a slender, white hand stretched out, with a black pistol in her palm.

Black and white are distinct, seemingly innocent and harmless.

But the truth is, those hands just nearly popped her head off with this gun.

Yan Zhixin turned her face away with a "hum", and said angrily, "I don't want a pistol, what can I do better than a rifle?"

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled slightly, and in his deep eyes, there was a dark glow: "No."

Yan Zhixin looked at him: "Are you worried that you can't compare to me?"

Mo Junting looked at the angry girl: "The rifle has too much recoil, it's not suitable for you."

This is true.

Yan Zhixin was a little irritable.

He seemed to know everything about her.

No matter what she did, he teased her like a resting lion, taking her as his prey.

It feels bad.

She took a deep breath: "I'm going to wash my hands."

Mo Junting looked at her back, revealing a hint of meaning.

If it can make her irritable, it means that she is about to step on her bottom limit.

He really wanted to see where her bottom line was.

Taking advantage of the time to go to the bathroom, Yan Zhixin reorganized her emotions, and when she returned to the shooting range, she calmed down and agreed to use the pistol very rationally.

(End of this chapter)