Dongfang Xing pulled out a pistol, put it into her hand, and said coldly: "If she comes, just give her a shot."
Xiahou Huan'er held the heavy pistol and twitched the corner of her mouth. She was asked to kill robots, low-level zombies, half-animals and other races. She could kill without mercy, but she really couldn't do it to those who had never harmed her.
hand.
Dongfang Xing stared at her: "If you don't harden your heart, how can you survive in this world in the future?"
Xia Houhuan'er clenched the pistol, gritted his teeth and said, "I feel that there is a very powerful potential in my body that has not been unleashed. Why don't you train me." He was right. If you want to survive in this world, you can't.
If you are too naive, then become stronger.
Dongfang Xing stared at her coldly: "Are you sure?" To train and stimulate your potential, you have to face the awareness of death. It only works at the extreme moment.
Xiahou Huan'er narrowed her eyes and glared at him: "You look down on me?"
"If you start, you can't stop." Five hundred years ago, he was the toughest commander and also the toughest instructor. There was absolutely no room for mediocrity under him. If she was just having fun, then she was with the wrong person.
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Xiahou Huan'er immediately put on a generous expression of heroic sacrifice and willing to die even if he died.
He raised his head and chest, and said impassionedly: "Then let the storm come more violently."
Dongfang Xing placed his palm on her head, combed her soft hair with his slender fingers, and said lightly: "Remember what you said today."
One by one
Xiahou Huan'er is determined to improve his fighting ability. Dongfang Xing has been away from the zombie camp for so long, and he needs to deal with many things.
For the sake of convenience, they will not return to the villa in the canyon for the time being and live in the zombie camp.
Early in the morning, Dongfang Xing had already gone to the political affairs building and asked his subordinates to tell Xia Hou Huan'er to go to the A-level training ground for training when she woke up.
Xiahou Huan'er put on the heroic military uniform prepared by Dongfang Xing for her, ate some coarse food, and went to the training ground happily.
The A-level training ground is the training base for the elite zombie corps.
Unexpectedly, Dongfang Xing was so kind to her, and it was an A-level training ground.
Excited and excited, that's nothing to say.
However, when she discovered that the person who greeted her was not Dongfang Xing, but Wild Rose, who had a thorn with her, she suddenly felt a sudden change in her heart.
Wild Rose was wearing an instructor's military uniform, which had been deliberately modified. The originally quite serious military uniform, when worn on her body, made her appear alluring and nondescript.
Xiahou Huan'er complained, but Ya was not afraid of disturbing the morale of the army.
Wild Rose had a frozen face, raised the pointer in her hand and pointed it at her, sternly accusing: "Xiahou Huan'er, what time is it now? Do you think this is a place for fun?"
What time is it? I raised my watch and looked at it. It was only nine o'clock.
She frowned and glanced around a few times, but didn't find Dongfang Xing's figure. She smiled and said, "Bah, my instructor didn't come. Why are you and me anxious?"
Xia Houhuan'er had just finished speaking when there was a whoosh, and the pointer in Wild Rose's hand came out sharply.
Xiahou Huan'er quickly stepped back and said angrily, "What are you doing?" Do you want to fight?
Wild Rose put away the pointer and a cold smile appeared on her lips: "The king hasn't told you yet? I am your instructor. Starting today, you have to receive training for a month."
When Xiahou Huan'er heard this, she was shocked, confused and horrified.
