"Little villain, are you playing word games with me?" Yan Yijun lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile that seemed to be nothing, it seemed that the little villain dared to say yes, and he immediately kissed her and punished her well.

"The competition has begun, let's go." Zhou Qiyin opened the topic and pulled him towards the middle of the banquet hall.

At the banquet, everyone was attracted by the venue that was built.

Two metal targets were set up in the middle of the catwalk, and a group of black-clad bodyguards rushed up, looking as if something big had happened.

After a while, the bustling banquet hall was silent.

Jin Haozhi came on the field with a pistol, with a unique temperament, a face that is better than a woman, and a lazy atmosphere, but it is impossible to ignore.

The host held the microphone and spoke, "Tonight, the young woman challenges our Jin Ye." ”

The host spoke about the bets, and the noise sounded again.

"Wow, what about the young woman, such a bold woman, she actually dares to provoke Jin Ye."

"A female streamer dares to be so arrogant, hehe."

"Hahaha, look at our Jin Ye beating women all over the ground looking for teeth, falling flowers and flowing water."

"I'll press Jin Ye to win."

"I will also press Jin Ye to win."

The gambling game was in full swing at the bottom.

Zhou Qiyin walked to the stage and chuckled at the host, his tone was rampant and arrogant, his soft hair was scattered behind his head, and his delicate face was exposed in front of everyone, which was unforgettable. "Please call me by my name, I'm Zhou Qiyin."

Yan Yijun's eyes in the audience turned, and his eyes looked at the little villain with more praise, so many people looked at her, and when he saw his little villain, he felt uncomfortable.

Since she wants to compete, he lets go and gives her a chance to compete, the tighter she grips, the backfire, but she will shoot?

Jin Haozhi played with the gun in his hand, heard the words of the little fox, and remembered her name, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, such a woman was radiant and attention-grabbing.

"Master Jin, it's so boring to play like this, play with some creativity." Zhou Qiyin saw him playing with a pistol, and knew that he was very good at marksmanship, and she was not so stupid to let the muzzle of the gun hit it.

"How do you want to play?" Jin Haoyong continued with her words.

"It's better to put an apple on top of people's heads, and if they hit their own apple, whoever wins." Zhou Qiyin's fearless eyes met his gaze.

"Who dares to fight in front of you?" Jin Haozhi's tone was teasing, and he also wanted to see how accurate the woman in front of him was.

"Afraid of what?"

Yan Yijun also heard what they said below, and glanced sideways at Zhan Yao.

Zhan Yao felt a cold gaze cast on him, he had to turn his head to face it again, he had a bad premonition, and said with a smile, "Young Master, why are you looking at me." ”

"There you go." Unmistakable tone.

"Me?" Zhan Yao still didn't believe it, and pointed his index finger at himself to make sure repeatedly.

"Is it me?" Yan Yijun's dark eyes, including a cold look, glared at Zhan Yao.

Zhan Yao trembled, the young master was fascinated by Miss Zhou, if she lost today, the consequences were unimaginable.

At this time, he went out to be a target, and he trembled even more.

Zhou Qiyin emphasized on the stage, "If you hit the apple, you win, your apple is No. 1, and my apple is No. 2." ”

Jin Haozhi nodded, his eyes swept over Ah Shi in the audience, and a look motioned for him to come to the stage.

Ah Shi came to the stage without fear, on the other hand, Zhan Yao looked at Zhou Qiyin worriedly, not worried that Zhou Qiyin's marksmanship was not good, but worried about which part of his body would be pierced.

The hostess on the side handed the numbered apples to the walking "target" on a tray.

Zhou Qiyin walked over slowly and snatched the apple from Zhan Yao's hand.

Zhan Yao wanted to cry without tears, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Zhou, how is your marksmanship?" ”

"Oh, I haven't learned." Zhou Qiyin replied casually.

"......" Zhan Yao's face was about to wrinkle.