"Haha... I really didn't mean it on purpose. Who knows, maybe the bullet belongs to your family and it recognizes its owner!" Xia Ziluo burst out laughing, his eyes crooked.
Murong Xitian couldn't keep his face straight, with a deep smile on his lips.
Only the young emperor couldn't laugh: "Grandma, why don't we just stop learning? Anyway, with your father's protection, we will still be well-fed and pampered."
"Hmph, that's a rice bug." Xia Ziluo pouted, raised his gun unwillingly and planned to continue practicing.
She simply believes that as long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle.
"Sir, I'm begging you." Seeing that Xia Ziluo couldn't be persuaded, the young emperor decided to save the country. He didn't want to lose his life in Xia Ziluo's hands.
Murong Xitian suppressed his laughter and reached out to touch Xia Ziluo's head: "I really want to play, let's try this."
Throwing knife?
Xia Ziluo doubtfully took the throwing knife from Murong Xitian's hand: "You said this thing is harder than shooting a gun. I can't even shoot a gun. Can I play this well?"
"Everyone's talent is different, maybe you are suitable for this?" Murong Xitian said seductively.
Xia Ziluo nodded, threw away the gun, and started playing with throwing knives. Thanks to Murong Xitian, he brought enough throwing knives, fifteen. Excluding the five in the young emperor's hand, Xia Ziluo still had ten more to play with.
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After Murong Xitian gave a brief instruction, Xia Ziluo used all her strength to throw the throwing knives in her hand as if she were throwing stones. She didn't even take a breath, and threw out ten throwing knives in one breath.
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Just listen to a "whoosh" sound.
When the voice stopped, Xia Ziluo rubbed his eyes: "Xitian, it seems that I don't have any talent for this. Look, none of the flying knives hit."
Murong Xitian glanced at the empty bullseye and wanted to laugh but didn't dare: "Our Luoer's talent has yet to be explored."
"Hmph, just call me stupid, why are you beating around the bush?" Xia Ziluo pouted. Just after protesting, he suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Hey, why didn't you complain this time?"
When she said this, even Murong Xitian became curious.
The two people turned around and saw a strange wall in the corner - this wall was composed of several shiny black explosion-proof shields stacked one on top of another, stacked from the ground to the ceiling.
But the young emperor disappeared mysteriously.
Looking at the ground in front of the explosion-proof shield, there are ten throwing knives lying in various directions.
"Hey, this is called preparing for a rainy day. Sure enough, it turns out that I am a genius and can predict the future!" The explosion-proof shield suddenly moved to both sides, revealing the Young Emperor who was hiding behind and laughing proudly.
He hurriedly made countermeasures before Xia Ziluo started playing with flying knives. Otherwise, look at where the ten flying knives landed, and he would have been shot into a hornet's nest.
Xia Ziluo pouted and snorted coldly: "Facts also prove that my sword can directly kill the annoying master."
The Young Emperor was drinking a cocktail, and when she snatched him away like this, he almost squirted out.
"But I also know how to play." Xia Ziluo walked up to the young emperor, picked up ten flying knives, and then threw them behind him without looking at them.
Murong Xitian's eyes dimmed and he teleported to Xia Ziluo. If he had reacted a step slower, he would have turned into a hornet's nest right now.
Without him as a living target, Xia Ziluo's ten flying knives actually landed on the target with incomparable accuracy.
Although I didn't hit the red heart, luckily I hit the target.
"It's really tough." After a long while, the young emperor pushed back his frightened chin.
