Nobody touch my villain

Chapter 193 Picking up a cutie 20
Holding someone intimidating and luring him and pinching his face twice, Su Yi left contentedly.

Song Ziju felt that his whole body was dreaming, a little dizzy.

I was about to do my homework and I was shocked.

He found a serious problem.

Homework missing?
Could it be that I didn't bring it?
Should not be!

Song Ziju didn't think much, lying on the bed, the picture of Su Yi kissing himself flashed across his mind, and he said strong and domineering words in a calm tone.

Song Ziju covered his face and rolled around.

I like it so much, I have become a boyfriend of Yiyi.

so excited! ! !
The next day, Song Ziju got up with his panda eyes on his face, and An Bai saw it with a whoosh.

"You were a thief last night?"

"I didn't fall asleep." Too excited.

Today I originally planned to go to the clubhouse of the villa, there are many interesting things in it, I heard it is very interesting.

Su Yi looked at his little cutie and held him by the hand.

"You go, we won't go."

"Hey! Why? It's a rare time?" Wen Hao's tone couldn't hide his disappointment.

Ji Yu also advises.

Just as Song Ziju was about to speak, Su Yi looked over and said, "You should catch up on sleep."

Look at your big dark circles.

Those who don’t know think that you have done some great things?

Song Ziju shook Su Yi's hand slightly, his eyes flickered: "It's no big deal to go and play."

Ling Mo leaned against An Bai and sighed softly: "It was a trick by a beauty."

An Bai glanced at him: "Are you jealous?"

"Not that way."

"Stand up straight, what are you doing relying on me?" An Bai shrugged.

Ling Mo begged Bai Lai to come forward: "I don't."

Xueba's deskmate has a mint fragrance, which is very pleasant.What's more, relying on people saves effort, it's just so lazy.

An Bai pushed it twice and let him go if he couldn't push it away.

In the end, Song Xiaocute's beauty plan was very successful, and everyone went to the club successfully.

The boy proposed to go to the shooting area to play two games.

The crowd had no objection.

Ling Mo took a gun casually, changed into relevant equipment, and pointed it at the target.

The seemingly casual movements are skillful and handsome.

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Ling Mo was a little embarrassed.

An Bai rolled his eyes, said nothing, and lowered his head to fiddle with his gun.

Wen Hao and Ji Yu have coaches to teach them.

Su Yi held the gun, and stood quietly watching Song Ziju grope for himself, and when he didn't know how to do it, he called him.

Soon, Song Ziju grasped the essentials.

Raise your hand, aim, and pull the trigger.

boom-
ten rings.

Hearing this sentence, Ling Mo raised his head and glanced at Song Ziju: "Amazing!"

The latter smiled shyly, raised his hand and shot again.

The posture is standard and handsome, thin and elegant, handsome and good-looking.

"Why are you in a daze? Didn't you teach me?" An Bai stepped on someone impatiently, and Ling Mo seemed to say no in pain.

An Bai hit him with the butt of the gun.

"What to pretend, I don't know how much strength I used myself!"

Ling Mo stood up straight: "I know I can't fool you." He bowed his head and continued to teach An Bai how to shoot.

They usually play this kind of games a lot. Usually, with Su Yi around, no one can beat her. I didn't expect Song Ziju to be so good.

Song Ziju hit three times in a row, all ten rings.

The moist eyes looked at Su Yi with sparkling eyes, and the latter passed the water over: "Drink some water, you played well."

The young man took the water with his pretty white hand, but was caught off guard by the words next to him, and the water fell to the ground and dripped out.

The young man looked sideways, and a little fat man said in a bad tone, "I want this seat, please get out of the way."

Hey.

Su Yi held the bow and arrow casually, and was about to step forward when he raised his foot. The exquisite and good-looking young man looked sideways, and his lips parted slightly: "Yi Yi, let me do it."

I hope that I can stand in front of you.

Whether the trouble is yours or mine.

Su Yi nodded, and retracted his feet as if nothing had happened.

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On the tall emerald green book, the two stepped on the branches, hiding their figures in the tree.

The man in the luxurious purple clothes next to him showed arrogance.

Facing the coquettish complaint in the crescent white clothes next to him: "Yi Yi, they are really going too far, how can this be done.

This dragon is obviously my favorite. When he was about to die, I had nothing to do to give him gems, so I voluntarily sacrificed the dragon bone to me for him.

In the end, they actually came to grab it.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, it's the Dragon Clan, they can't hurt him, so let them struggle needlessly. "

The woman on the side spoke slowly: "What do you want the keel for?"

"Refining! Aren't you short of a weapon? Rather than let others refine it, it would be better to fall into the hands of the same clan, wouldn't it?"

The woman turned her wrist: "Do you want my help?"

The man hugged the man and rubbed against him: "I'm very happy to have this intention one by one, but no need, I want to stand in front of you whenever and wherever."

"Okay." The little girl withdrew her fist.

"Come back when you can't beat me."

The man smiled lowly: "Just watch!"

The purple robe fluttered, and the man rushed out and floated in the air: "Hey, I have been watching you for a while, and I still need to take action."

Talk to an older person in person.

"Mu Yan, what do you mean? This is what we have set our sights on first."

"Speak as if you have the ability to fight it down."

Mu Yan's tone was arrogant, unabashedly mocking.

Several Sanxians suddenly looked ugly.

I saw Mu Yan raised his hand and made a seal.

Except for Na Long and Mu Yan, everyone else in the barrier was ejected.

The deadline for the beautiful dragon family is approaching, and they are voluntarily refined.

The memory is gone here.

Su Yi was a little stunned.

Therefore, a gentleman is a keel.

In the space, the gentleman shook the sword, Su Yi ignored him, and looked up at the scene in front of him.

The little fat man raised his nostrils and looked up at the 1.8-meter boy: "What? Do you have an opinion? Do you want to compete?"

"Of course." The young man's clear and cold voice has a unique texture, which is pleasant to hear.

The little fat man looked at the eyes of the female companion next to him.

Feeling more and more unhappy, his face was slightly fixed, and he looked down upon others: "Win or lose in a game, it depends on who has the highest number of rings."

"Yes." Song Ziju nodded slightly, like a well-born noble son.

"Just add one."

The little fat man had a little contempt in his eyes: "What do you say?"

Song Ziju smiled lightly: "Change the target to a moving one!"

After all, I can hit anyone even while running, let alone a target?

Song Ziju has a cold and introverted personality, and is bullied by many people.

What they don't know is that he is quite good at playing slingshots, finding a commanding height, and yelling at those who beat him, he has done a lot of things.

Therefore, shooting is not difficult for him.

The little fat man looked at it for a while, as if he was trying to tell whether Song Ziju was a veteran or a novice. The delicate and handsome boy bent his lips and said fiercely, "Are you scared?"

The little fat man took the bait instantly: "Who said that? Just do as you say."

The target moved at a certain speed, Song Ziju stared intently at the aim, and pulled the trigger.

Three times in a row, people suspect that he hit it at will.

The young man stood casually, looking at Su Yi.

(End of this chapter)