Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

Private five-storey penthouse.

Warm sunlight shone through the glass into a certain room, and fell on Huo Yi's fair and delicate face.

Huo Yi, who just turned 5 years old, disassembled and assembled the Beretta M92F pistol, and then he spent nearly an hour getting familiar with the pistol.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded in the quiet bedroom.

Huo Yi put the pistol in his hand on the table and opened the door with small steps.

Huo Yi looked up at the person coming: "Brother Ah Yin."

Huo Yin bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully, "Master Yi, are you still practicing guns today?"

"Brother Ah Yin, today is the Spring Festival, I won't practice guns today." Huo Yi's face was filled with a shallow smile.

"Spring Festival?"

The word Spring Festival is relatively unfamiliar to Huo Yin, he does not understand the Spring Festival of mainlanders...

Huo Yin, a 14-year-old boy with a tall figure, not fair skin, and bright black eyes.

He is a war orphan in Burma, his father is a Burmese soldier, and his mother is a mainlander who was trafficked to Burma. He looks like his mother, so his facial features are sharp and handsome.

Grandma died early, and Father never told him how Grandma died.

He only learned Chinese after he came to Huo's house.

He was brought back to the Huo family by Huo Yan six years ago and named Huo Yin.

He was also trained by Huo Yan, so he is very loyal to Huo Yan, he even regards Huo Yan as his father in his heart.

Some time ago, because of Master Huo's order, he stopped teaching Master Yi to practice guns, but in the past two months, Master Yi has repeatedly practiced the disassembly and assembly of firearms that he had taught him before.

He was a little surprised that a 5-year-old child has such perseverance and perseverance, and Master Yi is very talented in firearms.

And Master Huo also agreed to let him teach Young Master Yi last night.

The memory pulls back to last night.

The night was dark.

In Huo Yan's room, under the dim light, half of Huo Yan's body was sunken in the sofa, his eyes were downcast, making it impossible to see his emotions.

Huo Yan's handsome face was cold, and his thin lips parted: "A Yin, from tomorrow onwards, you can continue to learn guns with A Yi."

Huo Yin raised his eyes and stared at his cold and handsome face, with a puzzled tone: "Master Huo, but didn't you let me teach Young Master Yi before?"

Huo Yan frowned, his eyes darkened, "A Yin, just obey my order."

Huo Yin responded respectfully: "Yes, I understand."

......

"Brother Ah Yin, let me tell you, my uncle gave me a New Year's gift last night while I was sleeping. It was a Beretta M92F pistol."

Because of his mother, Huo Yi taught him to practice calligraphy early, so he knew a lot of characters when he was three years old.

And there is also a private teacher to teach him to study, he has a strong learning ability...

Father-son nature, blood inheritance.

Huo Yi's blood was as warlike as Huo Chi's.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has already formed a general understanding of the Lu family-the two families have been enemies for generations, and it is a life-and-death situation.

"Master Yi, I'm happy for you. Master Huo told me last night that he asked me to continue teaching you."

Huo Yi's small face was filled with a deep smile.

"I knew it. Uncle loves me the most." The voice was immature, but one could hear extreme joy.

After the words fell, Huo Yin's eyes flashed a bleakness, which was fleeting.

"Brother Ah Yin, I will learn how to shoot with you tomorrow, and now I have something to go to my mother."

Huo Yi waved his hand to signal him to leave.

"it is good."

After watching Huo Yin leave, Huo Yi closed the door, walked back to the bed, and put the M92F back into the box.

Then put the box into his secret storage place.

Here.

Huo Yin came to the Huo family's training place, where there are many different training grounds.

A tall and strong man was checking the situation of the training ground, when he suddenly noticed someone coming, he asked, "Ah Yin, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, there are no training subjects, and Mr. Huo asked everyone to relax, why did you come to train?" field?"

Huo Yin's dense black eyelashes drooped slightly, "Brother Qing, I just want to practice more."

Huo Qing patted Huo Yin on the shoulder, and said in a moment: "A Yin, you are already good enough, today is the first day of the new year, when it's time to relax, learn to relax."

"Brother Qing, I'm not from mainland China. The New Year is strange to me. I don't need to celebrate the New Year."

Huo Qing frowned, "A Yin..."

"Brother Qing, I'm going to practice boxing, so I won't tell you more."

After saying that, Huo Yin passed Huo Qing and walked to the opposite house.

Huo Qing looked at the boy who left. The 14-year-old rebellious boy was imprisoned in the dark and bottomless abyss of childhood.

But it's okay, Huo Zhi is there, let the two rebellious people have a good game.

in the villa.

In Huo Xi's room, Huo Yi saw that his mother was concentrating on reading medical books.

He had a brilliant face and happily told his mother and uncle about giving him a New Year's gift.

"Mom, let me tell you, my uncle gave me an M92F as a New Year's gift."

Huo Xi asked with puzzlement on his face, "Xiao Yi, what is M92F?"

All she studied was medical knowledge, and she knew nothing about the names of firearms and ammunition.

Huo Yi proudly introduced this pistol, "M92F stands for Beretta M92F pistol. The gun has a total length of 217 mm, an empty gun weight of 0.96 kg, and an effective range of 50 meters."

When Huo Xi heard the word pistol, his movements froze instantly for a few seconds.

Huo Xi looked a little flustered, and hurriedly said: "Why did your uncle give you a pistol? Didn't I tell you, Xiao Yi, don't learn from your father."

"Mom, I'm not following Dad. I like guns. And when I grow up, I will help my uncle deal with the Lu family."

Huo Xi held Huo Yi's small face in his hands, his eyes were moist, and his voice trembled: "Xiao Yi, mom doesn't want you to learn those things."

Huo Chi came in from the outside, holding a box in his hand, "Ah Xi, my son was born to play with guns."

Huo Yi turned his head and looked up at Huo Chi: "Father."

Huo Xi's eyes were blurred with tears, and tears rolled down his fair face, "You almost died last time, and you still want your son to learn this, I don't want my son to bear it."

Huo Chi narrowed his eyes, looked down at his son, and said, "Xiao Yi, come, Dad gave you a New Year's gift."

Huo Yi walked towards Huo Chi, took the box from his hand, "Thank you, Dad."

"You go back to your room first, Dad has something to say to your mother."

Huo Yi looked back at his mother and nodded.

Huo Chi closed the door and locked it.

Then he walked towards Huo Xi, without saying a word, his strong arms hugged Huo Xi to the big bed.

"What are you doing? Huo Chi!"

Huo Chi's slightly cool cheeks pressed against hers, and he lowered his head to suck away the tears on her face, coaxing in a low voice.

"Ah Xi, it was my fault last time. I'm still alive. Don't be angry anymore."

Huo Xi lowered her eyes and was about to cry: "I just don't want my husband and son to die because of the confrontation between the two families. I just want you to be safe."

"I know, I know, I'll never have anything to do again."

Then he bowed his head and grabbed his wife's pink lips.

"Uh...uh...don't..."

When Huo Chi heard her delicate moans, his whole body was stimulated.

"Baby, I want you."

Then take her into a wild and hearty paradise...