Chapter 889: A Man with Angry Blood

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, and the gray sky outside showed that it was still early.

Then she withdrew her gaze and searched the unfamiliar bedroom, and soon saw a small alarm clock on the bedside table.

In the summer, it dawns early, and now it's only 4:50 in the morning, and it's not even 5 o'clock.

"Where is this? How can anyone practice guns? Still practicing so early? ”

Luo Yangyang got up and sat on the bed.

It is estimated that the reason why it is too reassuring to follow the canonization is that she has only now found out that the canonization asked her to follow him, and she obediently followed.

I didn't even ask him where he went, so much so that now I don't know anything about where I slept all night.

"This is a mercenary base, and it is mercenaries who practice guns, they are used to getting up early, and it is not too early to get up and train at this time."

Feng Sheng also sat up, looking at Luo Yangyang, who was sleeping with her hair disheveled, with two big crystal eyes on her fair little face, and he reached out and hooked a strand of her long hair to play with.

"Mercenary base?" Luo Yangyang's surprised head tilted a little towards the canonization, "What are you bringing me here for?" ”

Didn't you say play for a few days?

She thought that the canonization was going to take her to some seaside resort.

'Bang-bang-bang-'

The gunshots outside continued to sound since the first shotshots rang out, mixed with the conversation between the two.

"Do you hear gunshots outside? I'm going to take you to the gun. ”

Feng Sheng was like a big boy who hadn't slept, and as soon as he lowered his head, he leaned on Luo Yangyang's thin shoulder, and said in a particularly calm tone.

It is legal to carry guns abroad, so he is ready to give the little thing a pistol to see who dares to kidnap her.

Of course, it's useless to just have a gun and not be able to shoot, so he brought her here.

"Hello heavy ......"

As soon as Feng Sheng leaned over, he deliberately did the same, and the weight of his upper body was all pressed over.

When he pressed Luo Yangyang to fall backwards, Luo Yangyang subconsciously reached out and hugged him and pushed him forward, so that he could stabilize his body and not be pressed on the bed.

“……”

Without pressing Luo Yangyang down on the bed, the saint seemed to be a little disappointed, and let out a long sigh in her ear.

"Why did you bring me to shoot? I'm not going to fight. ”

Feng Sheng insisted on leaning on her thin body, and Luo Yangyang couldn't see his face, so he could only ask questions about his swarthy head.

"I didn't know how to fight, so I brought you to fight, do you want to get up now and practice guns?"