Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Rainy Night

Fang Jian pushed and stunned You Ren sneered: "Debao, you still have one knife for your ability?" ”

"Boss, you bully, you're a monster, not a living corpse!"

You Ren shouted unconvinced, and everyone laughed when they looked at You Ren who was dancing.

Fang Jian remained silent, waited for everyone to be quiet, and asked, "What do you think?" ”

What do you think? Everyone looked at each other with blank expressions.

Fang Jian didn't speak again, lifted the long knife, came to a street tree with a thick bowl mouth, raised the long knife, and shouted, the sword flashed.

With a click, the tree was cut off from the middle, and the fracture was extremely smooth, revealing the green and faint core of the tree, and everyone was suddenly silent.

"You all know what the situation is now, in the future, you may meet a more powerful character than me, or a higher-level mutated living corpse, if you don't have a clear understanding, you can continue to carnival!"

Fang Jian's expression was serious, and everyone looked at him timidly and didn't dare to speak.

"I don't force you, we're going to leave in a few days, think for yourself what to do!"

"Hey, boss, teach us!"

You Ren is still the thickest-skinned, and said with a hippie smile, and everyone hurriedly agreed.

"Okay, starting tomorrow, I will train once in the morning and once in the evening, Liu Cheng will be responsible for leading the team, and if I have time in the afternoon, I will also train once, do you hear clearly" Fang Jian asked loudly.

"Clear, boss," replied in a voice that was uneven but loud.

"Liu Cheng, bring the stick"

Liu Cheng handed over two wooden sticks, black and not slippery, it turned out to be the handles of two shovels, but it was a good material, an old tea tree strip, with excellent flexibility.

"It's a gun!" Fang Jian said as he gestured with a wooden stick.

Gun? Everyone was at a loss.

"Yes, it's a gun, a spear, a gun is longer than a knife, it's easier to master, it doesn't require too much skill, but it takes more practice, practice makes perfect, come to Liu Cheng, let's try it"

Fang Jian put on a posture and asked Liu Cheng to use a wooden stick as a knife to slash at him.

Syllable~

The square sword wooden stick was lifted upward, a light block, and the wrist was pressed down, and the front end of the wooden stick was against Liu Cheng's chest.

Fang Jian shouted: "Come again"

In the next few rounds, Fang Jian restrained Liu Cheng with one move, and this time everyone was convinced and eager to try.

"Boss, what if I stab you with a gun?" You Ren said provocatively with a hippie smile.

"Hmph, come on!" Fang Jian threw the wooden stick at You Ren.

Fang Jian used a stick as a knife, slashed away, You Ren struggled to block, but failed to block the wooden stick, the wooden stick in Fang Jian's hand slid down his stick, and a stick was pumped on his chest, making him grit his teeth and crack his mouth in pain.

Fang Jian smiled coldly, pulled his arm and said to everyone, "See? If there is a disparity in strength, the gun is not omnipotent, so weapons and skills alone are not enough, the body itself is the foundation"

Fang Jian grabbed You Ren and made a negative teaching material, and You Ren rolled his eyes beside him.

"There are no too many skills with guns, just straight stabs, thrusts, left and right blocks and then stabs, starting tomorrow, each person will practice at least a thousand times a day"

After speaking, Fang Jian made a few movements according to his own understanding, in fact, he was also playing drums in his heart, I don't know if what he did was right or not?

The meeting that was originally going to be held tonight was just turned yellow by rat meat, but he could think that the spear was also another harvest, and as for the source of the spear, Fang Jian also had a plan in his heart.

Click, a lightning bolt crossed the night sky, Fang Jian looked up at the dark sky, the clouds are very thick tonight, is it going to rain heavily?

Fang Jian was looking forward to a heavy rain in his heart to wash away the annoying heat in the air.

The heavy rain came as scheduled, as if the Tianhe River had a mouthful, it had not rained so heavily for a long time, looking at the curtain of water from the eaves like a waterfall, Fang Jian was faintly worried in his heart.

Fang Jian was not on duty tonight, and after a few orders, he took a seat in the duty room, and Liu Cheng was still standing beside him.

Since he was uncertain, he just rested early, Fang Jian's room was arranged independently on the second floor, lying on the bed, pillowing the sound of rain, and gradually falling asleep.

Sleeping in a daze until midnight, there was a sound of Suo Suo outside the door, and then the door was quietly pushed open, Fang Jian had already woken up, now he was extremely sensitive to all the changes around him, and was about to be on guard, when a smell of perfume wafted over, it turned out to be Yang Mei, this woman! Fang Jian thought to himself, and didn't move.

The woman tiptoed to the front of Fang Jian's bed, hesitated for a moment and then bowed down, two delicate little hands slowly wandered and stroked Fang Jian's body, a virgin fragrance rushed straight to the brain, Fang Jian, who was enjoying it roughly, stopped, this woman is not Yang Mei, who is it?

The woman under him was still writhing, Fang Jian turned over and got out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and with the help of the little light outside the window, he saw clearly that it was Li Ping.

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