A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 347 The Long-lost Feeling (5)

She quickly turned over to check, and as soon as she opened the bag, she laughed excitedly, "Good thing! Good thing, I didn't expect him to bring it here."

Inside, as she had guessed, it was indeed a high-tech pistol. After counting the bullets, there were still ten rounds left.She took it and looked around, played around, and even pretended to aim, of course she didn't have insurance.

The excitement in her eyes made Xiaochun extremely puzzled, but she was even more curious when she saw this weird thing.
"Miss, what is this?"
"Guns! Pistols."
"Guns? Miss, you know how to joke." What Xiaochun thought of was a spear with a long spear, used for martial arts, like the Yang family's gun, and this little thing didn't look like a gun at all. No spearheads or long sticks.

"Hee hee,..." Bi He didn't explain anymore, and Xiao Chun couldn't understand the explanation.However, with this gun, her life is a little safer, after all, there is something practical to defend herself.

After playing for a while, Bihe gradually lost her original interest, so she put away the gun and habitually placed it within easy reach.Originally, she could practice her skills and recover her modern skills.However, she was lazy and didn't want to move. It was not something that could be done in a short period of time to restore those physical fitness and levels, and it was quite hard, training every day.

Living here, loved and protected by Qing'er, she "resigned herself to fate" obediently to be a big lady, a rice eater.Sleeping until she wakes up naturally every day, living comfortably and leisurely, is exactly the life she dreams of in modern times.

Gain some and lose some.Lazy people also have the weakness of lazy people, even those with a weak body and bones, even people with a little bit of martial arts background can't fight.On this point, her head is clearer than anyone else.

After thinking about it, people have some habits that are hard to change.

It has been two years since she left the gun on her body. At this time, she closed her eyes and touched the gun habitually. There was a long-lost but familiar feeling.This kind of thing has never been one meter away from my side before, even when I go into the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)