Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3170 Heartbeat Code: Unique Master (8)

  Ranbai approached, and glanced up and down at the legendary son of Xu, with a calm expression and a light voice: "Long time no see."

  A pair of siblings staying in the airport, standing together, looks a little similar but has a completely different temperament. It is a very pleasing picture that has attracted the attention of many people.

  But I don’t know why, but I dare not watch it more.

  They just stood there, and they felt a sense of oppression and distance for no reason.

  Yan Bai raised her eyes lightly and glanced at him, "Where to go back."

  Xu Huaian carried the suitcase with one hand, thoughtfully for a moment, long eyelashes concealed his frivolous eyes, and after a few seconds of pause, he smiled and said, "Go back to Xu's house."

   "But before that... I will show you a friend."

   As the sun sets, the sky is painted with a warm kumquat color, and a few floating clouds are scattered on the sky.

  The intelligent levitating car in the state of automatic driving is on the street at an unhurried speed, and the cool wind blows through the ears through the half-open window.

  In the end,

   stopped in the solemn and solemn military base.

  The majestic and silent building, accumulates the inheritance and unwavering belief from generation to generation.

   "This?" Ran Bai glanced out.

   "Hmm." Xu Huaian said lazily: "His person usually does either training or performing tasks. There are no surprises at this time. It should be here."

He is holding sunglasses in one hand and his pocket in the other hand. He is a very expensive young master. When he laughs, he is very gentle, and he is so unconvinced that he is so disrespectful and cynical. "Look at it. ."

  It seemed that Xu Huai'an was not here for the first time, because the people on the base obviously knew him, and he was very easy to let him go along the way.

   Training is going on in the base. The buildings are majestic and majestic. The soldiers are in order and the atmosphere is rigorous everywhere.

   "Where is Qi Yun?" Xu Huaian didn't see Qi Yun when he came in. He directly grabbed a small soldier with a delicate face, raised his white chin slightly, and gestured to the direction of the distant army, and asked such a sentence.

  The soldier froze for a moment, and answered honestly: "The sir should be training now."

  Such an answer Xu Huaian is not surprised. Behind him is a beautiful sunset, laughing subverting sentient beings, gentle and polite Yagui: "Can you please take us there? Thank you."

   "It's okay, it's okay." The little soldier waved his hand again and again, "Come here—"

  Xu Huaian nods slightly.

  Ranbai is a little careless. She has no emotions about the surrounding scenes or people, so she is somewhat distracted, and her expression is also indifferent and cold. She has always been gentle and elegant, showing a sense of alienation in her bones.

Xu Huaian was originally going to go with Ranbai, but he received a call halfway down the road. He looked down at the displayed caller. It was not very convenient and did not connect directly. After a pause, he spoke to the girl: " You go there for nothing, and I will come to you later."

  Dr. Qing Leng stood in the sun, squinting his eyes, his delicate pale face had no expression, but he said flatly: "Hurry up."

   "Don't worry." Xu Huai'an was light-eyed, slightly gentle and elegant, "It won't take long."

Ranbai ignored him and walked forward slowly.

  Until the little soldier stopped, he flushed with embarrassment when he met the girl's elegant face, and said politely: "The sir is just ahead, so I won't go there and bother."

  Although her heart is indifferent, she does not have the slightest emotion of impatience on her face. The gentle and elegant book fragrance: "Thank you."

  The soldier shook his head suddenly: "It's okay."

  After the soldier left, Xu Huaian hadn't come over yet, and Ran Bai stood in place, rather boring.

  The sinking sunset made the girl’s shadow cast on the ground obliquely long and dim, with no warm color.

  Walk forward a few steps carelessly, and after a certain distance, the outline of the tall and straight figure can be vaguely seen.

  Slightly familiar.

  Yan Bai paused for a moment, raised her beautiful eyebrows with interest, and slowly moved closer.

  Twilight quadruples.

  On the huge shooting range,

  Except for the gunshots, there is silence.

  Even the sound of wind can be heard clearly.

  The distance from the gun to the bullseye is extremely long.

Only the young man stands tall and stands against the light. The light of the setting sun is reduced to his foil. It is not as much as his color. It outlines a slender silhouette, plated with light golden awns, and stands upright like a pine, like a bamboo. The most rigorous and quiet, but like a benchmark.

  From the perspective of dyeing white, only the back of the youth can be seen, a solemn black military uniform, the color is cold and deep and sharp, showing the temperament of abstinence.

  He seems to have tied his eyes with black silk, holding a gun in one hand.

  The posture is calm and indifferent from beginning to end, like a cold, icy snowy snow, a cold sword that has been covered in dust for a long time and finally unsheathed.

   "Boom! Bang! Bang——"

   Continuous gunshots.

   hit the bullseye.

  The person didn't seem to be aware of the stranger's arrival, but with a coherent and neat movement, it was mechanically and coldly indifferent, piercing all the bullseye.

  At the moment when another gunshot stopped--!

  The young man suddenly turned around and pointed his gun in the direction of Dye White in an instant. The pitch-black and merciless muzzle pointed directly at the position of Dye White's heart!

  The sound of the wind hunts, and there is no other sound.

  Only Qi Yun and Ranbai existed on the entire huge training ground.

  And they stand opposite each other.

There is a long distance and a gun in   .

  The setting sun finally sank into the horizon, and the evening filled, the sky was slightly dim, the sky was filled with orange, and a few bright stars were shining.

  The young officer has a straight military posture, and his gun-holding movements are also standard and incredible, as if everything is programmed.

  Even if the black silk eyes cannot see, they still face the muzzle of the white heart with great accuracy and danger.

The tall nose seems to be shining, the lines are straight, the thin lips of light and light color are drawn into a cold hard arc, the side face is hidden in the shadow of the dusk, it is a three-dimensional and deep outline, and the hazy halo is beautiful to the extreme. The ice-cold, and sharp.

  The hand holding a gun has distinct and slender joints, with a black texture and a fair complexion, perfect as a work of art.

  Behind him is the dusk scenery, like a still painting, the sky is slightly glowing, and in a trance, it seems like a demon spreading its huge black wings and invading the sky overwhelmingly.

   And dyed white is always smiling.

   even walked towards him.

  The pace is neither light nor heavy, neither fast nor slow.

every step,

  It sounds like a heartbeat.

   is the mouth that opens first when dyed white.

   broke the atmosphere of almost dead silence.

   She asked gentle, elegant and expensive, with a classical and gentle splash of ink and writing: "Why don't you shoot?"

At that moment, I heard this sentence very clearly, and the clear and familiar voice fell in my ears, which was exciting.

  (End of this chapter)