Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

The handsome blonde still couldn't understand: "Why did he come out of that room?"

From his point of view, Mu Ye just came out of Qin Zhun's room, walking very fast, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

Alone and widowed, living in the same room, although Muye almost became Qin Zhun's wife before, but now he belongs to Qin Bohuai, how could he still be entangled with other men?

He rubbed his chin in deep thought, and countless bloody eight o'clock plots were flying in his mind.

The man standing beside him froze for a few seconds, his body temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, he left without saying anything.

The handsome blond boy heyed twice, and hurried to catch up.

Outside the dressing room, the shooting was about to start. Several tall and strong horses snorted, held their heads high, and were ready to go at any time. The horses looked around and watched every movement vigilantly.

On the vast grassland that stretches as far as the eye can see, the wind blows and the grass waves fluctuate, and occasionally there are beasts whispering in the wind.

The task was completed, and Shen Xinglan was completely relaxed at the moment, leisurely standing outside the guardrail, leaning against the table, and eating melon seeds leisurely.

Among the crowd, the man riding a pure black horse stood out from the crowd, and he could be seen with his eyes. His thin riding clothes outlined the long legs, all the way up, wide shoulders and narrow waist, handsome and sharp features, and extraordinary bearing.

With the sound of the command, the hunting officially began, and a dozen horses galloped out like arrows. For a while, the lawn was full of dust, and the air was filled with the smell of grass clippings and sunlight.

There was a round table not far away, surrounded by many people, most of them were female family members. Shen Xinglan who was passing by took a look at it. They were happily betting on who would win the championship.

Without exception, Qin Bohuai had the most bets, and the title of Marshal of the military department was already the best sign, and he was always the most powerful in the shooting and hunting held in previous years.

No matter how difficult the genetic mutation monster is, it will be subdued by him.

Apart from Qin Bohuai, the person who was jailed the most was Qin Zhun. He could also be regarded as a spiritual genius, and he was born a proud son of heaven.

The female relatives were giggling and joking with each other.

"There's no suspense, the main thing is to see how the handsome guy looks like. Have you noticed the new silver-haired guy who arrived today?"

"Hey, you don't know yet, do you?"

The voices of the girls' discussions gradually decreased and turned into whispers, which belonged to a language that only girls could understand each other.

Suddenly, a clean and slender hand came down from mid-air, and bet the star coins on the betting table in a leisurely manner, and it was Qin Bohuai who bet.

Moving up the line of sight, there is a gentle face with a smile, a few strands of hair fall on the side of the cheek, green eyes are like Wang Birou spring water, and they seem to be able to speak.

Looking at each other at close range, the lethality is doubled.

The female relatives all fell silent, looked down at his bets, and then looked up at him.

Some courageous people took the liberty to ask, "Who are you, Marshal?"

When facing Qin Bohuai himself, Shen Xinglan was not in the slightest, but when facing others, he became more comfortable, without even blinking: "He brought me here, what do you think?"

Obviously speaking the truth, people can't help but think in the most ambiguous direction.

The gossip enthusiasm of the female relatives was completely ignited, seeing Shen Xinglan's high affinity, they all surrounded her.

Standing among the crowd, Shen Xinglan was able to cope with it with ease, with a smile on his face, he could pick up a few sentences from anyone who spoke, he could take care of everyone well, and he looked like a woman's friend.

The racecourse is divided into two worlds by the road guardrail. One side is very lively, chatting and laughing along with the wind, and the other side is full of horseshoes. Most people focus on finding prey.

The manpower is equipped with a laser gun particle cannon as standard, and its power range has been adjusted so that it will not be so lethal that it blows up the entire plain, but it is more than enough to deal with prey at close range.

At this moment, something in the grass flashed past quickly, so fast that there was only an afterimage. Hearing the movement, Qin Zhun raised the gun without hesitation and was about to pull the trigger. Who knew that the shot hadn't been fired, and it took only a few seconds. , the first whimper sounded from the racecourse.

The heavy object fell on the ground, and the laser gun pierced the beast. The blood flowed out from the hole, spilled onto the ground, and swam into the soil.

It was a giant spider with only six legs. A few legs kicked and kicked twice in mid-air, and immediately died completely.

The electronic screen standing next to the guardrail jumped, and a one was added to the square belonging to Qin Bohuai.

"It has to be Marshal Qin, the skill of piercing Yang with a hundred steps is incredible!"

"It can hit the forehead from such a distance, Niubi."

Carrying the reins, Qin Zhun, who had just pulled out a gun, was not very comfortable, but in hunting activities, there was really no need to say anything, otherwise he would appear to be too immodest.

Maybe it was just an accident.

He comforted himself like this, not to mention that there are many prey on the field, just six-legged spiders, not rare animals, forget it.

Qin Zhun didn't pay much attention to it, and drove his horse to a farther and remote place, looking around and searching for prey.

Soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

No matter where he is, or what prey he looks at, he will always be impartial, and the firepower will pass him and end the life of the prey in advance.

Half an hour into the hunting activity, Qin Zhun had zero prey, ranking last.

If it wasn't intentional, Qin Zhun's name would be written backwards!

He tilted his head quite annoyed, but he saw the big bay red horse in the middle of the hunting ground, and the riding attire clearly revealed the man's perfect figure. He was chic and handsome. His eyes were downcast, and he didn't look like he was hunting.

He casually led the horse for two steps, heard the movement, raised his hand and pulled the trigger, saying it was hunting, more like shooting a balloon.

It was in stark contrast to the group of people around who were panting with exhaustion, who operated like a tiger in one pass, and had no score board of [-].

Qin Zhun started to do the opposite. Whatever Qin Bohuai hit, he followed, wanting the other party to have a taste of being robbed of prey.

A few minutes later, his hand speed was not as fast as Qin Bohuai's, and Qin Zhun, who could only see Qin Bohuai's back while riding a horse, was so angry that he ascended to heaven.

The female family members were still very interested at the beginning, and they were overwhelmed by Qin Bohuai's figure. This is a hunt that is destined to end, and there is no suspense about the first and second places.

But in today's match, Qin Pohuai outsmarted No.2 by ten points, and what was even more outrageous was that Qin Zhun, who was firmly on the No.2 throne, fell behind to the end.

Since the hunting started, even the veteran cadres who fish in troubled waters have caught one or two prey, but Qin Zhun's score board is still empty.

The number zero made his eyes dazzle a bit too much.

Someone guessed something wrong with hindsight: "There is something wrong with these uncles and nephews. The smell of gunpowder has never been so strong before."

"With the marksmanship of the third prince, it is indeed impossible to hit nothing."

"Tsk tsk tsk, watching the two of them is much more interesting than simply watching shooting and hunting."

Perhaps it was because they had gotten to know each other very well, someone leaned in Shen Xinglan's direction and asked casually, "What do you think the reason for them is?"

The sun was scorching, and Shen Xinglan was sunburned half-dead with a fish body on her head. She continued to replenish water, and her delicate skin was steamed with a thin layer of sweat.

He shrank back into the shade, worried whether he would turn into a grilled fish, and looked at the field after hearing this.

Qin Zhun persistently chased after Qin Bohuai's ass, as if he was competing with someone.

Shen Xinglan withdrew his gaze and guessed: "Is there a possibility that they are very rare blood diamonds and vowed to keep them in their pockets?"

The female relatives who knew the assets of Qin Zhun and Qin Bohuai well: "..."