"If I don't pay attention to you, you will accidentally get sick, are you still a child?" Murong Yanxing shook his head helplessly, reached out and rubbed her head.

"Then why don't you pay more attention to me." Mu Yutian pursed her lips, raised her big eyes, and looked at him with a deep smile.

"Is this a resentment that I haven't been with you recently?" How could Murong Yanxing not hear the meaning of Mu Yutian's words.

"It's not ...... It's just that...... How long are we going to stay in the Third Army? Mu Yutian asked cautiously.

Although she was not in a hurry to urge Murong Yanxing, she just had such a feeling in her heart, as if if she didn't speak again, Murong Yanxing would probably forget about the two of them getting engaged.

"Well, I'll be back soon." Murong Yanxing saw that Mu Yutian had a faint sad look on his face, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Mu Yutian's face is really only suitable for showing a happy smile.

Indeed, because Mu Yutian was by his side, Murong Yancai almost didn't have any pressure, and he didn't have to worry about Mu Yutian distractedly.

So in the past almost a week, Murong Yanxing didn't think about anything else, and dealt with a lot of things in the Third Army in one go, including Ye Wanhe's several trips to the Third Army, all of which he successfully resolved.

Why is Ye Wanhe so persistent, is it because of Bing Xiaoyi's matter?

But she's dead, so why bother with it.

Murong Yanxing was reluctant to think deeply about this question.

"The day after tomorrow at the latest, I'll take you home and get engaged." Murong Yan still decided to give her a specific time.

If the marriage is done earlier, everyone will feel at ease, and Mu Yutian will get the stability she wants.

When Mu Yutian heard him say this, a smile immediately appeared on his face, but he still tried to pretend that he was not happy at all, "I didn't urge you." ”

"Okay, I'm urging you to get married." Murong Yan approached her face and kissed Mu Yutian on the lips.

Mu Yutian was satisfied, and pulled him and said: "Then teach me quickly, when I shoot, aiming is always good, but when I shoot, the muzzle always sinks down involuntarily, so that it deviates from the track far away, and it is easy to miss." ”

"That's because you don't have enough strength in your arms." Murong Yanxing continued, "Especially the wrist, no matter what, when you pick up the gun, you always have to aim a little before shooting, but if you can't hold it, it will cause such a reason." ”

"So, I'm going to practice arm strength?"

"Yes, if you really want to practice good marksmanship, these are essential. Or else, from tomorrow onwards, you'll follow my soldiers with a set of pull-ups every day? ”

"You know it's impossible! It would be nice if I could hang it. ”

"Tease you, help you find two little dumbbells tomorrow, and practice by yourself."

The two of them talked and laughed and came to the target.

Murong Yanxing stood behind, Mu Yutian stood in front, fiddling for a while, under the guidance of Murong Yanxing, Mu Yutian's technique can be regarded as a qualitative leap, and the rest is the practice that will be continuously improved in the future.

"Alright, I'm done with all the bullets for today." Murong Yanxing clasped her hand and squeezed it gently, "The load on your wrist is too great, and if you hurt it, it will be worth the loss." When the time comes, I'm going to put a ring on your little hand. ”

is that he is very useful to him, Mu Yutian heard him say this, puffed out his cheeks, and nodded: "Okay, I'll drink some water first!" ”

Mu Yutian turned around and went to the table next to him to get water, suddenly his throat was uncomfortable, he coughed violently, and his chest was sore for a while, as if he had been pierced into the lobe of his lungs by a long needle, and he couldn't even breathe for a moment, and his heart was beating violently at an abnormal speed.

Luckily, there was a table next to her, and she was able to reach out and stabilize her body so that she would not fall completely.

"Yu Tian?" Murong Yan was calling her, but his voice seemed to be very far away.