An Ge smiled, put the rifle down, took off the earmuffs, rubbed his sore neck, and suddenly heard someone beside him say respectfully, "Karma." ”

Karma, the name is now in the Black Court, and anyone who says it will be in awe.

Even the days when An Ge, the oil bottle, was in the dark court, and he was gradually respected.

Not for anything else, just because she's Karma's woman.

An Ge turned around, only to see Quan Mo walking from not far away, dark shirt, loose button, trousers wrapped around slender legs, straight trouser line, short hair trimmed clean, some short bangs, under the sword eyebrows, dark eyes deep and clear, and the gaze fell coldly on the rifle she used on the side.

"Come with me."

Quan Mo's gaze turned back to An Ge's body, and his voice was cold and a little stern.

“……”

An Ge looked at him a little stunned, looking like the head of the teaching, did she do something wrong?

She walked over and carefully observed his expression.

Quan Mo turned his head to leave, reached out to unbutton his sleeve, An Ge silently followed him back to the room, Quan Mo sat down at a low long table, and said coldly, "Stretch out your hand." ”

An Ge knelt down across from him, looked at his gloomy face, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Stick out."

Quan Mo looked at her coldly, his face becoming more and more serious.

"Oh......"

An Ge gave two hands and spread his palms on the table.

Quan Mo grabbed her hand, and his fingertips touched every finger of hers, every inch of her palm, and his fingertips were warm, like a small cluster of flames burning her skin......

"What's wrong?" Ange didn't understand.

Does he still know how to read or not?

"Didn't you say you could just learn to shoot and have fun?" Quan Mo touched her hand and asked coldly.

"yes, yes."

An Ge said immediately, his heart empty.

"If you learn to play, you can hit 9 rings." Quan Mo laughed sarcastically, and there was a meaning in his dark eyes, don't try to escape my meaning.

"It shows that I have a high level of comprehension talent." An Ge laughed.

Quan Mo held her hand and put it up, touched the two thin cocoons on her hands with his fingertips, and sneered, "You can grow cocoons when you learn to play, you play very hard." ”

He was busy with the affairs of the black court all day long, and he was afraid that he would snub her.

She's not idle at all.

Seeing this, An Ge hurriedly withdrew his hand, touched his ears, and smiled wryly, "Being in the dark court, if you are not familiar with guns, you will be laughed at." ”

"Ed."

"I love shooting."

"Keep making it up." Quan Mo sat there, picked up the purple sand teapot on the table and poured a glass of water, staring at her coldly.

"Okay, okay." An Ge surrendered and confessed honestly, "I don't want to be your oil bottle." ”

The Black Court is a place where the line between black and white is weak.

There is a turbulence inside and outside, Quan Mo doesn't like anything about her in the dark court, she doesn't know anything, and she doesn't know how many enemies she has, this month, he has stolen the limelight, and he will definitely attract jealousy.

If nothing else, that cultist is Jealousy One.

She doesn't want to be a drag oil bottle for Quan Mo, she must be capable.

Quan Mo took a sip of tea, tested the temperature of the water, poured another cup, and handed the teacup to her, "Drink it." ”

I was sweating profusely from gun practice.

An Ge drank it all in one gulp.

"If you want to practice guns, just practice pistols." Quan Mo didn't stop her completely, "I'm disgusted by practicing a cocoon. ”

"Huh? I'm also going to coach T Muay Thai too. "T is a muscular man.

"You try."