Xia Bing glared at Ling Jie, and then watched TV. I thought, you're stupid, don't girls like to watch this? What age is it, and I still watch those movies that fight and kill. Ling Jie didn't bother to fight with her here, and only then did he remember what he wanted to do tomorrow.

"I'd like to borrow your gun, how about it?" Ling Jie looked at Xia Bing expectantly. Tomorrow, I have to save the soldiers. How can you do it without a guy in your hand? Moreover, he also prepared to prepare some fake money, and this shot was just a precaution. Gun? What is this kid doing with a gun?

Thinking about it, Xia Bing said with white eyes: "Do you want to shoot a gun, are you in any trouble?" Need my help? Xia Bing had already guessed that Ling Jie, this kid, must have encountered something, otherwise, it would be impossible to borrow a gun from him. Could it be the same group last time? Thinking of this, Xia Bing was even more worried. As soon as he heard the sermon, Xia Bing was very worried about the topic that was very dangerous to Ling Jie.

"Nothing, in a word, to borrow or not to borrow!" Ling Jie didn't want to explain, so he said calmly. How could he tell Xia Bing that this was impossible, he couldn't be so stupid.

"If you don't give a reason, I won't borrow it. And, how can I lend you my police gun...! Xia Bing knew that Ling Jie's attitude was very firm just now, but he still wanted to hold on. This police gun, but it is my own job, how can I lend it. "Don't borrow and pull down...!" Ling Jie glared at Xia Bing, wanting to turn around and leave.

At this time, Xia Bing stopped: "I... Can't lend it to you, you wait! Xia Bing gritted his teeth and agreed. Xindao, how can I lend it to him? However, it was lent out. In the police world, this gun is the life of a police officer, and if there is no gun, is it still called a police officer? However, Ling Jie asked Xia Bing to lend him the gun.

Just when Ling Jie was stunned, Xia Bing stuffed a gun into Ling Jie's hand: "The gun can be lent to you, but you can't lose it, you know, otherwise I will definitely not be able to protect this Wusha Mao...!" Xia Bing rolled his eyes at Ling Jie, sat on the sofa, and then watched TV.

"Hehe, don't worry, as long as I'm here, this gun will definitely be there. Even if I die, keep this gun! Ling Jie smiled, threw a flying kiss at Xia Bing, and walked into his bedroom. It's a police gun, and it's a captain's gun, so it's a good guy.

"Bastard, talk nonsense!" Glaring at Ling Jie's departing back, Xia Bing continued to watch TV. I'm still thinking in my heart, I hope you kid don't die, it's best to come back with guns and people.

Although Xia Bing didn't know what Ling Jie wanted to do with the gun, he could still guess in his heart that this kid must have been in trouble. I wanted to help him, but seeing that he was so determined just now, I just forgot it. It's not bad to let him suffer a little, otherwise, he will be bullying himself all day long. Thinking of this, Xia Bing was very angry.

It seems that my heart is very eager for that feeling. However, when he thought of Ling Jie forcibly eating, Xia Bing really wanted to build a certain stick. Xia Bing watched TV for a while and slept in the bedroom. On the other hand, Ling Jie practiced perspective and iron fist for two hours, and also slept early. Tomorrow, we have to do something important. As soon as you close your eyes, the night passes.

The next day, after school, Ling Jie was waiting for Ruolan at the school gate. Ling Jie had just thrown away the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth, when Ruolan walked over: "Ling Jie, are you really sure?" ”