his little luck

Chapter 89 Study hard (2)

"shot."

The man's thin lips were next to her ears, and when he lifted his thin lips, the words spoken at such a close distance seemed to ring in Guan Xi's head.

Guan Xi felt uncomfortable and wanted to sit up straight with his small body, with Master Jiu so close behind him.

The breath full of strong hormones is wrapped in all directions.

Dizzy listening to Master Jiu's words, Guan Xi pulled the trigger.

boom--

The bullets went out.

Palm Thunder is famous for its small size, the size of a palm, and can be completely held in the palm. This kind of gun has a small recoil and low lethality. Only when it is shot at a very close range can it be lethal.

So now the bullseye is only five meters away from Guan Xi.

Logically speaking, with Guan Xi's strength, even with his eyes closed, he should be hit.

But with one shot, he missed at all, and didn't even touch the edge of the target board.

Guan Xi: "..."

She couldn't believe it was her shot.

"Relax, you're too stiff." Guan Xi was stunned, and Master Jiu spoke again behind him.

The man's tall and straight body was pressed up heavily, with a big hand pinching her waist very solemnly.

"Silly lady, why are you so nervous?"

The man whispered softly in her ear, his cold tone was extremely low, he seemed serious but also seemed to have a smile on his face.

Guan Xi's beautiful eyes slightly widened.

She is not nervous.

She quickly turned her black eyeballs, looked left and right, for fear that someone would listen to Master Jiu's words.

Xiao Jingming stood straight to the side, watching seriously Jiuye Instructor Xi shot.

The bodyguards and servants behind him were also standing. Not to mention the low voice of Lord Jiu's speech just now, even if they heard it, they would still be watching his heart, as if he didn't know what to do.

On the self-cultivation of Xiao's servants.

Seeing that there were no abnormalities in the few people, Guan Xi exhaled slowly, but just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she became stiff again.

Because she felt behind her.

Master Jiu seems to be...

Guan Xi wanted to cry but had no tears.

Isn't this teaching how to shoot?I didn't do anything...

She remembered, but couldn't get up.

"Jiu, Master Jiu, can I stop practicing..." Guan Xi spoke weakly.

The man's voice was indifferent: "Who told me to teach you just now?"

"It's me." Guan Xi hesitated.

But she didn't know how to teach him to shoot, Master Jiu can do this when there are people around...

If you know, you can't teach her if you kill her.

"Then continue."

Xiao Jiuyan said lightly.

He lifted Guan Xi's swaying white hand with his big hand: "Hold your hand horizontally, relax! Only in this way can you shoot."

It was obviously a teaching of the Eight Classics, but Guan Xi felt that there was something else.

Guan Xi pursed his lips and tried his best to ignore Master Jiu behind him.

Concentrating, the small white index finger pulls the trigger.

boom--

Gunshots.

This shot hit the bullseye.

If Guan Xi could concentrate a little bit, Hun'er would not be hooked away by Master Jiu, and there would be no pressure at all if he was hit.

Now that the shot was shot, she couldn't wait to think about it, and turned her head to ask Master Jiu:
"Master Jiu, it's alright."

Originally, the two of them were very close, but Guan Xi did not expect that when she turned her head, her pink lips would just stick to Master Jiu's thin lips.

(End of this chapter)