Rebirth: the fiery age of Mori Gong's children

Sun Yunpeng was annoyed because he was not hunting tree chickens.

Suddenly he heard someone laughing behind him, and he was so angry that he turned around and glared at the person behind him. "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

"Oh, I really laugh at some people for not overestimating their abilities.

Playing with an air rifle all day long, and occasionally shooting a house bird, you just think that you are very capable.

The blowing and whirring sounds like you are going to heaven, but what is the reality?Shit is not.

Several tree chickens flew away from my eyes, but I couldn't hit any of them. "

Wang Jianshe was not afraid of Sun Yunpeng and said with a mocking look on his face.

The local educated youth from Qianchuan and Sun Yunpeng from Songjianghe were at odds with each other from the first day, and they disliked each other.

The people from Songjiang River looked down upon the people from Qianchuan Forestry Farm, saying they were just bumpkins from the ditch and had no sense.

The people at Maekawa Forestry Farm say that the people in town are too pretentious.

All of them look like they have [-] to [-] yuan, but in fact they don’t know anything, that’s bullshit.

The educated youths in Maekawa are all capable, but the group from Songjianghe are mostly dandy boys who are unable to do anything and are the number one troublemakers.

When they cause trouble, others are punished as well.

So the conflicts between these people have never stopped.

In the past, Sheng Xiping suppressed me, making noises and occasionally using fists and kicks, but nothing serious happened.

Ever since Sheng Xiping and Zhou Qinglan started dating, the two sides have become more and more incompatible, and they almost started fighting each other when they met.

"Fuck, Wang Jianshe, you really want to be beaten, don't you?"

Sun Yunpeng was already quite annoyed because he didn't shoot the tree hen. Now he was being laughed at by Wang Jianshe. How could he keep it on his face?

Sun Yunpeng was holding an air gun in his hand. When he was angry, he pointed the gun at Wang Jianshe.

This air gun is mainly driven by air and is not very powerful.

If it hits a person normally, if you wear thin clothes in summer, it may break some skin.

But if you grab someone like this, if you hit your eye, the consequences will be serious.

When Sheng Xiping saw this, he stepped forward, raised his left hand, and grabbed the air gun from Sun Yunpeng's hand with his right hand.

"Sun Yunpeng, are you crazy? What the hell is this gun? Are you pointing it at someone? Can you afford to pay for anything that happens?"

Damn, what a brat, he dares to point a gun at someone.

Today it's an air gun, it's not very lethal, so it won't cause a big deal.

But what if this kid gets used to playing with guns? One day he will be hunting with a double-barreled finger?

The lethality of that thing is so great that if it accidentally goes off fire, someone will be killed.

Sun Yunpeng has an impulsive personality. His blood was boiling with anger just now, and he didn't think about anything.

At this moment, Sheng Xiping took away the air gun and was scolded. Sun Yunpeng suddenly woke up and broke into a cold sweat on his back.

However, this man was so arrogant that he refused to admit that he was wrong.

"Look, you're scared. This is an air gun, and it can't kill anyone. Does that matter?"

Although he said this, his tone was much softer, and he felt guilty.

Fights are commonplace for dudes like Sun Yunpeng and the others.

But there are also rules for fighting. It is not a life-or-death feud, and you cannot use a murder weapon easily.

After all, many times, it's just a little dispute of temper, with both sides punching and kicking each other, and the loser running away in despair.

From now on, if you give in and give in, call me big brother when you meet, the matter will be over.

But if they really use swords and guns, it will be a life-and-death hatred that will never end.

Sun Yunpeng and the others are just countless little gangsters. After all, they no longer study and can't find jobs. What else can they do if they don't hang out?

In fact, the most they can do is fight, brag, and occasionally take away something from others.

As for murder and arson, they wouldn't dare to lend them courage.

"Air rifle? Doesn't it also depend on whose hands the air rifle is?"

Sheng Xiping picked up the gun, aimed at a chipmunk jumping on the branch over there, and pulled the trigger.

After a sound, the chipmunk was seen planting directly from the tree.

The clever one quickly recovered and ran towards the big tree, picking up a knocked out chipmunk under the tree.

"Damn, that's awesome. You can hit it from such a distance."

That man was an educated youth from Songjianghe, and he was looking at Sheng Xiping with admiration.

"Don't you see where the injury is?"

He looked carefully at the chipmunk in his hand and saw no bleeding or injuries.

"She must have been stunned, please let it go.

Such a small thing is not enough to fit between the teeth. "

Sheng Xiping waved his hand towards the man, signaling him to let the chipmunk go.

Airsoft guns are not that powerful and they are far away.Sheng Xiping's shot just now hit the chipmunk in the head, so the chipmunk was stunned and fell.

In fact, the chipmunk woke up when it was picked up.

It's just that this little thing can pretend to be dead, and when he sees something is wrong, he immediately becomes motionless.

After listening to Sheng Xiping's words, the other party put the chipmunk down, and saw that the chipmunk disappeared with a swish.

It's so scary, I almost lost my life. Why don't you run away now?

Sheng Xiping threw the air gun to Sun Yunpeng, "If the shot I fired just now was aimed at your eyes, what do you think you could do?"

Sun Yunpeng took the air gun in a daze and began to think.

What would have been the consequences if Sheng Xiping had shot him in the eye just now?

With Sheng Xiping's marksmanship, he might be blinded.

"Whether you use a gun to shoot birds, or you really go to shoot black blind people, it has nothing to do with me, I have no control over it.

But if I see you pointing a gun at someone again, don't blame me for sticking it out to you. "

Sheng Xiping looked at Sun Yunpeng with a cold expression and warned him.

The muzzle of the gun cannot be held flat or pointed at people. This is a hunter's rule.

Although Sun Yunpeng is not a hunter, he must abide by the rules when handling a gun under Sheng Xiping's nose.

Again, how Sun Yunpeng likes to commit suicide is his own business, but he must not harm the people around Sheng Xiping.

These people are all closely related to Sheng Xiping. They helped Sheng Xiping a lot in his previous life. We cannot let the people around him have accidents just because he was reborn.

The grievances between Sheng Xiping and Sun Yunpeng should be resolved by themselves and not involve others. This is Sheng Xiping's principle of doing things.

Sheng Xiping dropped these words, ignored Sun Yunpeng and his group, and led Zhou Qinglan and others directly out of the forest.

Sun Yunpeng was stunned there, unable to recover.

"Brother Peng, don't let him scare you. How capable is he? He can just brag."

When Du Jiabin saw Sheng Xiping walking away, he hurriedly came to Sun Yunpeng, took the air gun, and said to Sun Yunpeng with a smile on his face.

"Get the hell out of here." Sun Yunpeng glared at Du Jiabin.

"No matter how incompetent he is, he is still better than you." After saying that, Sun Yunpeng waved his hands and left angrily.

Du Jiabin looked down at the air gun in his hand, then looked up at Sun Yunpeng's back and Sheng Xiping's figure in the distance.

"Hmph, okay, I'll let you look down on me, and then we'll see if you have something nice to look at in the future."

Du Jiabin muttered through gritted teeth, then hung the gun on his shoulder and quickly caught up with Sun Yunpeng with a flattering look on his face.

"Brother Peng, what are you so anxious about?

We're not as good at shooting as him now, so let's practice slowly. After we practice, won't we be able to shoot anything?

When the time comes, let’s go beat up a black man and see what he says. "