Chapter 1109： forced marriage (20)

Chapter 1109 Forced Marriage (20)

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Shen Fanxing's remarks fell to the ground, and no one would have thought of questioning the weight of her remarks.

Because of that momentum, he couldn't tolerate anyone's beak.

The audience was silent, and everyone was staring at Shen Fanxing, all of them were shocked by her words.

Yuan Sichun blinked slowly, and suddenly burst out laughing.

She propped up the seat and staggered to her feet.

"Hahahaha... I can't beat you?"

She clutched her clothes tightly, pointed her finger in the direction of the shooting stand, and smiled sarcastically:

"Let's not say anything else, just take this one in front of you, what kind of thing are you?"

"Ah……"

This sneer came from Qi Mohan, who had been watching the play silently beside him.

"You feel too good about yourself! Can you still hold her for a lifetime with the highest record of 9.1?"

Bo Jingxing next to    also sneered.

Although I am not familiar with Shen Fanxing, the three neatly arranged numbers of 8.8, 7.7 and 6.6 just now cannot be from a novice.

Not only is the horseback riding skill excellent, but even this marksmanship might be beyond their imagination.

Yuan Sichun's highest record is 9.1 rings. On the other hand, it is completely different from 8.8 rings, 7.7 rings, and 6.6 rings.

And now she is still complacently showing off her 9.1 ring, which is really shameful.

Shen Fanxing glanced at the shooting platform lightly, and sneered again.

That disdainful look was full of ridicule in Yuan Sichun's eyes.

"Would you like to compare again?!" She suddenly shouted angrily.

Shen Fanxing sneered and looked at her, "Are you sure you look like this, and you want me to compare with you?"

"Enough." Yuan Sichun's face was pale and weak, but he was full of confidence.

"But I don't want to take advantage of others."

Yuan Sichun gritted his teeth angrily, but he picked up the pistol on the table on his own, grabbed the two pistols in both hands, and shot three consecutive shots at the target not far away.

Maybe the face of losing the horse race just now was swept across the floor, maybe she was stabbed by Bo Jingchuan, maybe she had a feeling in her hand before, but this time she had two shots within the Nine Rings.

8.7 ring, 9.2 ring, 9.6 ring.

Seeing this result, a satisfied smile appeared on Yuan Sichun's pale face.

"It's your turn!"

She slowly walked off the platform, holding the pistol, walked towards Shen Fanxing, raised her hand and handed the pistol to her.

Shen Fanxing glanced at the pistol over there, but did not move for a while.

Bo Yuelin, who had been standing beside him in silence, narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked at Shen Fanxing.

heard the news long ago, and everyone watching the lively here through the steel mesh was staring at it.

"It's really amazing to be able to achieve such a result with such an injury!"

"But she's really annoying. She asks people if they can do it in competitions? People won't. What is there to be proud of when she wins?"

"But what Miss Shen said just now, a lifetime of defeats, is really exciting enough!"

"Are you talking without going through your brain? Or did you win a horse race and your whole body floated away?"

In the face of Yuan Sichun's aggressiveness, Shen Fanxing still didn't take it.

"I said, I don't take advantage of people's danger!"

Yuan Sichun sneered, "Everything has been said, is it because you are afraid of hitting yourself?"

Bo Jingxing smiled beside him: "Why don't you try it, sister-in-law! Her three shots... Hehe, it's almost the best results she can count in her life."

"Pfft," Qi Mohan suddenly laughed, "Just this grade, can it be considered a good grade in this life?"

Shen Fanxing looked down at the pistol in Yuan Sichun's hand, frowning.

Today, she was already ostentatious enough. She thought that after the shooting competition just now, this matter would pass, but she did not expect Yuan Sichun to be so annoying.

also blamed her for being so angry just now that she dug such a hole for herself.

"Why? Don't you dare? Shen Fanxing, you don't have that much ability, so don't say so full of words, saying that you will crush me for the rest of your life, you..."

"careful!!"

The bodyguards surrounding him suddenly shouted and rushed up to protect the old man. Bo Sichen and Lou Ruoyi suppressed their bodies respectively.

Shen Fanxing was also pulled into his arms immediately, turned around a few times, and hid behind the pillar.

She was in shock, and at the same time, she heard several gunshots around her.

She even saw a bullet shot from where she was just now, and flew past Yuan Sichun's side.

"what!!"

Yuan Sichun screamed, and before the bodyguards came to protect her, she squatted on the ground with her head in her arms.

This was not a mistake on the shooting range, but someone came specifically for them.

The scene was a mess for a while, and the time happened so quickly that there was no time for people to think for half a second, and then there were two "bang bang" gunshots, and Yuan Sichun's harsh screams.

Yu Song shouted sharply from the side: "Protect everyone!"

Shen Fanxing was lying in Bo Jingchuan's arms, a pair of cold eyes quickly swept across the chaotic surroundings, his face was cold and solemn.

"do not move!"

Shen Fanxing was obviously restless, and Bo Jingchuan restrained her waist forcefully.

She pursed her lips and turned her head, but the gunshots around her did not stop.

Until the bodyguard who was protecting the ill old man was shot, his body suddenly fell to the ground with suffocating pain, and when only the old man was left standing there, Shen Fanxing's eyes shrank instantly, in a panic, When she glanced at Yuan Sichun who was squatting on the ground and holding her head, she didn't even think about pushing Bo Jingchuan away.

Quickly came to Yuan Sichun's side and grabbed the pistol in her hand!

"What are you doing?!" Yuan Sichun realized that it was her, and her flustered eyes immediately turned into resentment,

Shen Fanxing kicked her to the side of Bo Jingxing with a cold face, turned around, and stood in front of the old man, holding pistols in both hands, facing the scattered enemies around him—

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Several gunshots, the interval between each sound is not too short, and it is not as fast and even as in the shooting competition. Quickly shoot at the enemy and shoot!

In that gesture, there was no trace of panic, and his expression was full of solemnity and coldness. He used his back to tightly protect the old man behind him, and he was very comprehensive in taking into account the left and right fronts.

Several guns went out, not a single shot was missed.

The firefight between the left and right only lasted about two minutes. It was short and long, and everyone had already walked around the gate of hell.

When everything calms down, the other party should go and leave what should be left.

On the shooting range not far away, five or six people lay scattered, three of whom fell under Shen Fanxing's gun.

(end of this chapter)