"Okay, okay, I love braised pork, go and make it." Zhao Sijiajia clapped like a little girl.

"Then will you accompany me to practice gun tomorrow?" Pang Xiaonan just didn't move and looked at Zhao Sijiajia's eyes with sincere eyes.

Zhao Sijia reluctantly pouted and said, "Okay, okay, I will practice with you tomorrow. I'm afraid of you. Go and cook quickly. I'm hungry."

The next morning, Pang Xiaonan indeed handed over to Zhao Sijiajia with a plastic bullet-filled imitation gun. However, after changing the bullets, Pang Xiaonan really was not so lucky. After hitting a few bullets in a row, Zhao Sijiajia felt a little distressed and kept calling: "If you don't come, don't come, you will be shot and killed."

It really hurts when the plastic bullet hits the body. The fat clerk did not lie, but Pang Xiaonan has the musical guardian's body protection and has a dark energy on standby at any time, so for him, the plastic bullet does not have much lethality. He smiled and explained to Zhao Sijiajia: "It's okay, do you think I'm not doing well now?"

As he said that he made a few bodybuilding moves, saying that he was very good, and then lifted up his clothes to show Zhao Sijiajia, saying that he had not been bleeding from plastic bullets or left any traces of injury. Only then did he convince Zhao Sijiajia to continue shooting.

However, Zhao Sijiajia said something that made Pang Xiaonan blush, "I didn't expect you to have any muscles, and I thought you were so strong."

Just now, Pang Xiaonan took off his clothes to show Zhao Sijiajia the injury. Zhao Sijiajia found that such a big master in front of him was not the eight-pack abdominal muscles he had imagined, his iron-like chest muscles, his figure was plain and slightly protruding, and he was still in his stomach. This was too ill-descending to be a master.

Pang Xiaonan laughed and didn't explain, because his cultivation was mainly based on internal skills, and external skills masters would train their muscles to be firm and powerful. Although his figure did not look muscleless, once he made the exercise, those seemingly plain muscles would become big killers, and every inch of his skin would become a fatal weapon.

With the continuous shooting and running-in, Pang Xiaonan finally adapted to the power of plastic bullets again and was able to avoid most of the shooting. Until all 30 bullets were fired, Zhao Sijia threw the gun and said, "Don't play anymore, you can pick up the bullets yourself." After that, he leaned on the bench and took out his mobile phone to watch the news.

In fact, Zhao Sijiajia also wanted to become a master of dealing with gunmen like Pang Xiaonan and wanted to change roles with Pang Xiaonan, but she knew that her strength was not as good as being able to avoid bullets. If she was hit by it, it would not only hurt, but also embarrassing.
Chapter completed!