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Lu Jing'er's eyes were full of stars, and she looked at Song Xinghe with admiration and joy, "My galaxy is amazing!"

Ning Zimo looked at Ye Fan with a dry and anxious face, this time it will be troublesome, unless he plays a near-perfect result, he will definitely lose.

"It's okay to admit defeat in advance", Song Xinghe said lightly, looking at Ye Fan indifferently.

Ye Fan was also very embarrassed, it seems that he can't pretend, after all, no matter if you play ninety-nine or one hundred, people won't believe that you are blind.

"It's not enough to admit defeat, let's try", Ye Fan grinned and went up to load the bullet.

Raising the gun again, Ye Fan also changed to a hand, and his arm was like a machine, shooting bullets at the same frequency and the same level.

As soon as Ye Fan put down the gun, Fu Peng immediately went to see the statistics.

When three bright red numbers appeared on the screen, Fu Peng and Ning Zimo were stunned.

Song Xinghe and Lu Jing'er frowned, and they also had incredible eyes......

“100！？”

Fu Peng stared at the number carefully for a while before he was sure that he was not dazzled.

"Are you the participating in the Olympics?!" Fu Peng is going to faint, this is a real gun, a distance of fifty meters, ten consecutive shots, all hit the bull's-eye!?

Ye Fan said happily: "Good luck, I played extraordinarily today."

Although he said this, everyone present was not stupid, obviously Ye Fan didn't show his real skills just now.

Song Xinghe's face was gloomy, "If you lose, you lose, your skills are not as good as others, you are willing to lose, Ye Fan, report your bank card number, and I will transfer it to you directly."

"Hey, forget it, Xinghe, they are all acquaintances, so let's have fun", Ye Fan didn't want to make his face too ugly.

Song Xinghe said stubbornly: "I don't play casually with people, if I say a million, it's a million! I can afford to lose!"

"Xinghe, I'll come out for you", Lu Jing'er felt that it was her fault, and whispered pitifully.

"No need!" Song Xinghe glared at the woman angrily, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have lost to Ye Fan.

Lu Jing'er was scared and regretted, and felt that the reason why Song Xinghe was angry with her was because Ye Fan killed her, and this guy was targeting her!

She didn't believe that Ye Fan really had the strength to play ten rings.

Ye Fan saw that Song Xinghe was about to get angry, so he didn't have a choice, so he said: "Ning'er, you collect the money, and I will store it in your Purple Leaf Teahouse."

Ning Zimo pursed his lips and smiled, "If I take you on such a trip, you will earn me a million, and I will take advantage of it too much."

made a joke and eased the atmosphere, Ning Zimo reported a bank account number to Song Xinghe.

Song Xinghe quickly crossed a sum of money, then turned around and left.

Lu Jing'er went out with her, just like a little daughter-in-law who was about to be abandoned, looking somewhat pitiful.

"It seems that Lao Song is depressed today, and he even lost this result", Fu Peng sighed with emotion.

Ye Fan was curious: "Aren't you depressed?

Fu Peng pouted, "I can still afford to lose, since you really have a level, then I will admit it."

As he spoke, Fu Peng stretched out his hand, "Come, make a friend, I hope you can give Miss Ning happiness."

Ye Fan felt that this guy was not bad, so he also reached out and shook him.

……

In the parking lot outside the club, Song Xinghe just got into his R8 when he saw Lu Jinger also sitting in the co-pilot.

"Go down!" Song Xinghe scolded coldly.

Lu Jing'er looked aggrieved, with tears in her eyes: "Xinghe, I was wrong, I really didn't expect that Ye Fan to be so shitty luck." Don't be mad at me."

"Shit luck, have you ever seen a shit luck that can hit ten shots and ten rings!?" Song Xinghe sneered, this woman is really stupid.

Lu Jing'er didn't care about this, and said, "Why are you doing this? We have been together for four years, and I followed you in the magnesium country, why did you become more and more fierce to me after returning to China?"

"If you think I'm fierce, then go back to the magnesium country!"

"I ...... I don't want it! I'm going to marry you when I come back this time!"

"When did I say I was going to marry you?" get out of the car!" Song Xinghe scolded irritably.

The more Lu Jing'er listened, the more aggrieved she became, she shouted, "You are too much", and then ran out of the car.

Song Xinghe didn't care about the woman, the cold glint in his eyes flickered for a while, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Xinghe, why do you have time to call me?" An excited female voice over there was none other than Liu Shuangshuang.

Song Xinghe said with a strange expression: "Liu Shuangshuang, do something for me, and I will give you a sum of money after the incident."

"What's the matter? You hurt your feelings when you talk about money, just say it!" Liu Shuangshuang said.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Song Xinghe's mouth, "I discovered a secret of Ye Fan today, I want you to tell Yun'er ......"

……

Ye Fan and Ning Zimo played in the shooting club for an afternoon, but they were also in a much better mood, listening to the sound of bullets from various guns, it seemed that the boredom in their hearts was also empty.

Ye Fan thought about it carefully, maybe he should give himself and Su Qingxue a period of time to get used to each other.

Suddenly found that her newly married husband was an executioner who had killed a lot of people and had blood on his hands, and he would collapse if he was a woman, relatively speaking, Su Qingxue's reaction was quite calm.

"How is it, are you in a much better mood?" On the car back, Ning Zimo asked Yanran.

Ye Fan nodded, "What are you going to do next?"

"It's still a little early, why don't you go and see the results of my elite training first, and guide me?" Ning Zimo proposed.

Ye Fan thought about it, he was just about to study the mantra given by Xu Lingshan, and it was not bad to go to the practice field.

The two returned to the Purple Leaf Tea House and came to the open space in the backyard, where several young thugs were training hard.

These people are all practicing the set of movements taught by Ye Fan, even if it is the easiest for Ye Fan, but these young people still stumble.

Ye Fan also understood that their foundation was not good, so he said a few words of encouragement, gave them some pointers, and let them practice by themselves.

Ning Zimo thought that Ye Fan was going back to the teahouse to prepare for dinner, but as a result, Ye Fan stood in the center of the venue by himself, closing his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"Do you want to practice?" Ning Zimo asked.

Ye Fan nodded, "I'm studying something, wait for me."

Ning Zimo understood, and the other groups of Zizhulin gang members present were all watching.

Everyone wanted to know what kind of kung fu Ye Fan was practicing.

However, after more than ten minutes, there was no movement from Ye Fan.

"Brother Fan, what are you practicing?

"Silly comparison, how can there be a standing meditation?"

Everyone was very puzzled, because they couldn't see why.

But at this moment, a sudden coercion, centered on Ye Fan, spread!

"Hiss ——"

Several elite thugs gasped, and then subconsciously panicked and retreated!

(三七 Chinese.)