Xia Qing's score has come out, the shooting score is 1 minute and 41 seconds, the obstacle score is 17 points, and the obstacle hit three times, An Xiaoyao looked at her with a smile and whistled, "The best result than Lu Zhen
It’s only three seconds longer, Brother Lu should cry.”
She suddenly had a bad premonition, three seconds lower than Lu Zhen's best score, what about him? As we all know, Brother Lu's skills are not as good as An Xiaoyao, Xia Qing had a premonition that she was cheated
.
If Brother Lu heard An Xiaoyao's words, he would definitely jump up. Is that a full mark obstacle. Can she? Can she? Of course, for An Xiaoyao, if they can't achieve full marks, then that's also the same.
No need to mess around.
After all, they have been practicing after this system came out.
An Xiaoyao also chose the first obstacle training and entered the virtual map as fast as lightning. Xia Qing watched An Xiaoyao's movements from the high-definition large screen and praised her in her heart. She was so handsome. This is as usual.
An Xiaoyao was very different. His muscles were tight, his face was serious, his figure was fast and flexible, especially when he avoided three practice obstacles in a row, he did not slap the corner of his clothes.
Xia Qing was both jealous and admired. She just threw a point here.
She turned to comfort herself. It was definitely not the first time he was training. He had the conditions to launch and there was nothing to be jealous. She had just gotten in touch, so it was normal that she could not dodge. Next time she could dodge.
But the more I comfort myself, the more jealous she is.
Trouble, Trouble, Trouble...
How can men be so handsome when practicing guns? Back then, Xia Qing always thought Dai Fei, who was holding a gun, was the most handsome and unparalleled. Now he realized that Dai Fei is far inferior to An Xiaoyao.
That's not a person at the same level at all.
Putting it together all humiliates An Xiaoyao a little.
Alas, when she was a teenager, she looked really worried.
No wonder An Xiaoyao wants to complain about her.
The more he looked at him on the high-definition screen, the more satisfied Xia Qing was, and vaguely proud. This husband was so proud of her.
When she saw the results on the stopwatch, she was shocked, "You girl, I'm going to lose."
1 minute and 23 seconds, there are only two obstacles left. It is estimated that around thirty seconds, An Xiaoyao can instantly win her, and she will definitely win herself. If he wins, she will have to do housework for three consecutive days, and An Xiaoyao will also order food.
Ahhhhhhh.
No, this is definitely a hard job. If she doesn't do it, she will definitely not do it.
Xia Qing thought about it. When An Xiaoyao knocked down the second-last obstacle, she gritted her teeth. In order not to do housework, she took her best. She put her hands beside her mouth and shouted in the voice that she had goosebumps.
"Brother Xiaoyao, I love you..."
Bang!!! A crisp bullet hit the metal sounded, An Xiaoyao decisively missed, with a look of swallowing duck eggs on his face, and he couldn't react until he was hit by four obstacles in a row.
Because of this dying skill, thirty seconds have passed, and he still has two obstacles behind him, so the time is definitely more than Xia Qing, and the obstacles hit more than Xia Qing.
Xia Qing arrogantly twisted her waist when he saw it, without any pressure or cheating, and compared a victory gesture without shame, while silently complaining.
Moreover, this concentration, this concentration is really not that good...