With the excuse of going to Shen's house to massage the old lady, Yun Xi slipped out of the house, and no one would ask even if she returned late.

Yun Yuanfeng is eager for her to have a good relationship with the Shen family, so that it will be convenient for the relationship in the future.

Liang Xiuqin couldn't wait for her not to go home and stab Lou Zi outside, so that she could have an excuse to drive her back to the countryside, so as not to make trouble.

Yun Xi didn't care, anyway, she came over helpless after so many years.

For such a long time in her previous life, the affection of her parents went from luxury to despair.

So in this life, she doesn't have any expectations.

went up the mountain, Mu Feichi drove her directly to the training area where Li Zilan temporarily lived.

said that he taught her minelaying and demining and marksmanship, and Li Zilan was the first to choose marksmanship.

I have to say that Li Zilan, the instructor, is really a bit perverted.

preaches, but she doesn't teach anything.

For example, now, she has a table of guns set up for her, and hundreds of models of guns are divided into six categories.

"There are rifles, pistols, machine guns, submachine guns, sniper rifles and shotguns, you play slowly by yourself, and when you get acquainted with them, you can come to me."

Glancing at the guns on the table, Yun Xi raised his head and asked with a serious face: "Instructor Zilan, how familiar are you talking about?" ”

Li Zilan didn't expect her to react so quickly, swept the bangs in front of her forehead, and her red lips were lightly raised.

"I'll tear them up in pieces, and you can still take them to your arms and legs, you know?"

"Understand ......"

This is a big project, even if she went to the military region for special training in her previous life, she had never trained like this!

There were hundreds of models of firearms, and the only ones she could recognize were a dozen.

Facing a large mess of black cold weapons, his forehead suddenly throbbed!

She had to get acquainted not only with them, but also with what kind of guns they were.

It is also necessary to distinguish which gun that part belongs to in the case of disassembly, what a big pit!

Under the big tree not far away, Mu Feichi sat on a sun lounger, looking at the figure standing in front of the table through his black sunglasses, his sword eyebrows frowning slightly.

Li Zilan stepped forward and stood in front of Mu Feichi.

Through the sunglasses, judging the man's mood at the moment.

"Yo, today our young marshal is so calm! I don't believe you didn't see that there were bullets in those guns! If you accidentally go off the rails, this little fox in your house who is not yet familiar with it will ......"

Li Zilan made a movement to wipe his neck, intentionally or unintentionally stimulating the extremely protective man in front of him.

His uncle is so busy every day, and he has leisure to keep an eye on him, obviously he doesn't worry about handing people over to her!

Since she is so uneasy, and she is reluctant to let go of this piece of jade, then she must find fault!

Otherwise, wouldn't she, the female devil, be in vain?

Mu Feichi raised his eyes slightly, and his gloomy eyes shone through the sunglasses and fell on the figure who had perfectly disassembled a rifle.

"If she is so stupid, what can I expect from Lao Tzu? Don't forget, what Lao Tzu wants is a woman who is qualified to be a young marshal's wife! ”

"Cut! Say it as if she's your woman! ”

"Not now, and it will always be!"

Mu Feichi lazily leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and not planning to deal with Li Zilan's provocation.

A provocation without any offensive power, it doesn't mean anything to him!

"The position that all the women in Kyoto are flocking to, I'm really looking forward to what she will do to compete with those bewitching sluts!"

"As long as Lao Tzu likes her, she doesn't have to do anything, and those women have no chance to win!"

"......" Li Zilan turned his head to look at the noble young marshal on the chair.

Someone's faint look, she really doesn't have eyes!