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A few photos fell out of the envelope, along with a few white A4 cards.

The last few photos were taken at different ages, and they were all taken when Beauty Jing was about to pass out and near death's door. Furthermore, the time was clearly printed on the photo, each time less than two years apart, in other words, once every two years, Beauty Jing would experience one death, and these people were almost crazy.

In the letter, he accurately wrote down the sequence of events that happened to Beauty Jing when she was in danger, and in the end, he actually said to Bo Liangchen in a provocative manner: "This time, I will make her close her eyes forever, completely disappear from this world. You are mine, and what I can't get, she can forget about.

Bo Liangchen, you are the calamity of my life. If I can't get you, no one can. Just you wait, I will give you a great gift that will shock the heavens and shock the earth!

The veins on Bo Liangchen's hand bulged. All these years, the things that the little girl had experienced were actually done by the fourth young miss of the Liang family, who had been hiding by his side for ten years. In order to obtain his love and admiration, she had planned to place her hatred on his half-brother.

"Liang Sha Sha has been wanted by the whole world. No matter if she is dead or alive, I want her captured." He slammed his fist on the sturdy desk, his expression solemn.

The few of them accepted the order, went down to do some work, and then left.

Bo Liangchen was sitting in his chair, looking at the pictures and the contents of the letter. Then he took out his phone and started to make calls one by one to arrange things.

At this moment, Beauty Jing had already changed her clothes and went to the cafeteria for breakfast. After finishing her meal, she did not see Bo Liang Chen looking for her. She felt a little weird, but she could not ask.

Today, they mainly practiced shooting with pistols.

The pistol shot is 25 meters and 50 meters, divided into lying posture, squatting posture, standing posture, with the support and no support, the precision shooting and no precision shooting, the fixed target and the mobile target.

Beauty Jing stood on the huge shooting field, seeing that the Warriors were already waiting there, she walked towards the Warriors.

Because they were all painted with makeup, Beauty Jing could only judge based on their height, build, and eyes during the past two days of practice. Because of her outstanding memory, a few Warriors who were hiding from her were stopped.

"Where are you going? Wasn't it training shooting? "What are you running for?" Beauty Jing was not a cold person. Although she did not like dating people she did not know, she admired and respected soldiers from the bottom of her heart. Therefore, she respected and respected these soldiers.

A warrior pointed behind her and said, "We are not in the same group as you today."

Beauty Jing looked doubtfully at the little warrior's hands. She turned around, and under the sunlight, he saw a thin, bright sun wearing a green military uniform, and walked towards her with a charming smile, that smile was profound and yet it made the little woman's face turn red.

She turned her eyes away in embarrassment and stood in front of a target as she played with the gun parts and bullets.

The difficulty lay in the fact that every time she shot a target, an illusion would appear in front of her eyes, allowing her to deflect a lot of the bullets. She had studied it many times, but to no avail.

"Do you know how to pretend?" Bo Liangchen's voice came from behind her.

The little woman had the unique fragrance of a woman, and every time he stuck close to her, his heart would be very sweet. Smelling the fragrance from a little woman, the haze from earlier had completely dissipated.

The little woman raised her big, watery eyes. Then, she squinted and said, "Let me try, do you see?" She lowered her head and began to swing the parts of the pistol.

Bo Liang began to count. From the moment Beauty Jing started to pick up the first piece, his glasses and his heart were both watching and counting.

8 seconds, his speed was astonishing.

Bo Liangchen smacked his lips. However, compared to him, it was still a bit lacking. However, for someone who had never touched a gun, being able to create a complete pistol in such a short period of time was a miracle. There was also another conjecture, that this little girl had not only touched a gun, but had also shot.

Beauty Jing was somewhat dissatisfied as she held the pistol in her hand and said, "The gun is still a bit big. If it was even smaller, how good would it be?" While muttering, he handed the gun in his hand to Bo Liang Chen: "Chief, please check."

There was a little surprise in Bo Liangchen's blue eyes. He then held the gun in his hand, checked it, and returned it.

"Not bad, reload and start firing."

Beauty Jing's mind suddenly tensed up, and her body unknowingly recovered its shooting state. This small action was fully captured by her, and the curve of her lips slowly widened.

25 meters of shooting, first target, Jing Mei shot 8, missed 2 shots.

Ye Zichen pouted in annoyance. Why did this happen?

He looked up at the sun and hastily closed his eyes. He felt a bit dizzy. It seems that he had made an abnormal performance because of the allergic symptoms last night. He had made a mistake on the target today.

He pouted, clearly unhappy.

Bo Liangchen had been standing by her side the entire time. He could clearly see the little girl's every move. That clear and standard shooting motion had still surprised him a little.

Holding the little woman's hand, he began to correct the mistake he had just made.

Time passed, minute by minute, until the sun shone down at noon. The two of them stood under the sunlight for a full three hours.

For the next three hours, apart from the two who went to the bathroom together, it was only ten minutes. When they returned, they continued their practice until the last hour, when Beauty Jing had mastered the gist of the shot. Even the arch-target Bo Liangchen, who was a Sharpshooter, couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the little girl.

At noon, the two returned to the mountain stream villa.

After Bo Liangchen finished his lunch, he went to rest. Meanwhile, Beauty Jing used this time to examine the two brothers of the Liang family thoroughly. After finding out that their bodies were recovering exceptionally well, she was relieved and began to concoct the antidote in the study.

After what happened yesterday, although the one who was injured was not her, Beauty Jing was still confused. After finishing what she was doing, she went to Bo Liangchen's study.

She knocked on the door, pushed it open, and went in.

The smell of the cigar made her frown.

The smell of smoke in the study was very strong. The man was sitting in a chair, with his eyes closed and smoking a cigar, looking very worried. When he saw Beauty Jing come in, he stood up abruptly and opened the French window behind him.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very low, but the man didn't look too good. Beauty Jing walked over, pulled the man over and sat on the sofa.

"Give me your hand." A trace of worry flashed in the clear eyes of Beauty Jing.

The man hesitated, but in the face of those eyes, he held out his arm.

Three small fingers touched a pulse.

After a long while, Beauty Jing sighed, "You're clearly in pain, why are you enduring it?" Beauty Jing did not understand why she was injured so seriously and why she pretended not to be noticed. What kind of man was he to not care about his own body?

The matter that he had ordered his men to investigate previously, he did not manage to investigate it all. Yesterday's letter had struck his ribs, and the pain that came from his bones and the two gunshot wounds on his chest were both saved by this little woman. Then, what about him? What did he do for a little girl?

In this world, what he owed had to be returned. If so, if he owed her twice, how could he repay her?

He originally thought that after ten years of training, he would have the ability to protect her. However, he didn't expect that in these ten years, he would let this little girl fall into danger by herself while he knew nothing at all.

Failure, what kind of failure was that?

It was said that a close female friend was destined to have a life of her own. He didn't believe that he couldn't afford to let her go without her. Even if he had to pay a heavy price, he wouldn't let her leave him.

He reached out his hand and pulled the little girl into his embrace.

He placed his chin on the woman's head and said, "You are my tribulation, and I am your god. In this life, let me protect you, okay?"

The woman in his arms shivered. She had heard that phrase before, but she couldn't remember it. Maybe it was just a dream.

She did not let go of the man and let him hold her. This morning's scene appeared in her mind.

"Jiajia, you are my wife. In this life, you are the only one." Bo Liangchen held her small hand that held the pistol. The moment he pulled the trigger, he spoke those words into her ear.

The moment the bullet left the muzzle, her entire heart shot out, piercing straight through the bull's-eye.

At that moment, his other hand held her small hand and placed it on her right side of her heart. Their bodies were so tightly pressed together that she could feel a man's firm chest and a thumping heart.

She didn't quite understand the true meaning of that sentence, but she could feel the man's excitement and sweetness every time he approached her.

Physically, the patient's heart beat only when she was extremely excited. Whenever she touched his hand or stuck it very close to her, her heart couldn't help but beat at the same frequency as his. This was called telepathy, also known as empathy.

Ever since she found out about this, she did not intentionally avoid it, because once she did, her opponent's heart would have that moment of anxiety, become restless, and there would even be occasional heartbeats.

This was something that Beauty Jing did not want to see, and also because she did not want him to be close to her. A hero of the people, if he were to go at a young age, it would be a loss to the people of the country.