Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised, and immediately sat up: "Give it to me now?" ”

"In a few days," he stroked her hair, "I'll have you made a women's pistol." ”

"The toy gun you gave me just now?"

"This time it's true."

"It doesn't need to be customized, I just need a normal pistol. You give it to me now. ”

Ximen Longting lowered his eyes and asked, "So anxious?" ”

"You don't understand yet - I want trust, not a pistol!" Jing Jiaren turned her face away coldly, "You never trusted me. ”

Simon Longting wrenched her cheek: "Even if you really want my life, I will give it to you." ”

“……”

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm only afraid of death, how can you mother and son live? So I'm going to survive and take care of you. ”

Jing Jiaren: "......"

Originally, she felt shocked when she heard the previous sentence, but his latter sentence immediately made her feel that she had lost credibility, and it was just sweet words to coax the girl.

"I'm sleepy and want to rest, don't you have work to do, go get busy." Jing Jiaren lay back coyly.

What's the use of waiting a few days to give it to her, she's gone in a few days......

Ximen Longting pinched her nose: "Didn't you let me stay with you for a day today?" ”

"Not anymore!"

The morning wasn't over yet, and she wasn't taught much about shooting.

Simon ordered Wilson to pick up a pistol that was as light as possible from the arsenal.

A moment later, Wilson brought the ten pistols she had selected for Jing Jia, and she was immediately in good spirits.

Wilson reminded: "It takes a lot of force to load the bolt, and the young master is worried that you can't get on, so the ones selected for you are all without manual insurance." ”

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "It means, you can use it without loading, right?" ”

"Yes, but it's dangerous. Miss Jing, please be careful, don't usually take it with you. ”

"How can it be so easy to get off the rails...... Jing Jiaren chosen, "These are real guns?" ”

Ximen Longting casually picked it up, shot, "bang", the roses on the windowsill were immediately hit by the stamens, and the broken petals fell......

Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, and complicated emotions surged in her heart: "Are you really willing to give me your life?" ”

"Five bullets for one gun," Simon Ryuting stared at her with his lips crossed, "I'll give you five chances to kill me." ”

“……”

"If you can't kill me 5 times, it must be providential, should you be devoted to me?"

"Do you still think I'm going to kill you?"

"I don't know, you're the most affectionate and cold-blooded woman on this shijie......" He pulled up a tuft of her hair, put it in front of her lips and kissed it.

"Since you think I'm going to kill you, Weishenme still has to give me the gun?"

"To gain your trust."

Jing Jiaren: "......"

He still doesn't believe her, but he's willing to risk death in order to gain her trust?

Jing Jiaren's mind was very confused: "I want a pistol, but it's just to protect myself...... Rest assured, if I want to kill you, with a dagger, a kitchen knife, a thousand ways, you don't have to have a pistol. ”

"You think you can kill me any other way than a pistol?"

"Even if it's a pistol, you've already captured it before I even pull the trigger. Besides, I can't be sure of it. ”

"I'll teach you."

"I don't want to kill people," Jing Jiaren picked up a pistol and played with it, "I just need to learn to shoot my feet." ”