Chapter 3170

Ranbai approached and looked up and down at the legendary eldest son of the Xu family. He didn't move and had a shallow voice: "long time no see."

A pair of brothers and sisters stayed at the airport and stood together. They looked a little similar, but their temperament was different. It was a very pleasant picture and attracted the attention of many people.

But I don't know why, but I don't dare to see more.

Just standing there, they have a cold sense of oppression and distance for no reason.

Dyed white light lifted his eyes and glanced at him, "back where."

Xu Huai'an carried the suitcase in one hand and thought for a moment. His long eyelashes covered his frivolous eyes. After a pause for a few seconds, he smiled and said, "go back to Xu's house."

"But before that... I'll take you to see a friend."

At sunset, the sky was painted with a warm golden orange color, and several floating clouds were scattered on the sky.

The intelligent suspension vehicle in automatic driving state is in the street at a leisurely speed, and the cool wind blows through the ears through the half open window.

In the end,

Stopped in a solemn and solemn military base.

The majestic and silent buildings precipitate the inheritance and unswerving faith from generation to generation.

"This?" ran Bai glanced out.

"HMM." Xu Huai'an said lazily, "he usually trains or performs tasks. There are no accidents at this time. He should be here."

He held sunglasses in one hand and copied his pocket in the other hand. He was a very noble young master. When he smiled, he was very gentle. He was dizzy and dyed. He looked down on the secular and cynical evil ruffians, "take a look."

It seems that Xu Huai'an is not the first time to come here, because the people in the base obviously know him, and it's easy to let him go all the way.

Training is being carried out in the base. The buildings are dignified and spectacular, the soldiers are in order and the atmosphere is rigorous everywhere.

"Where's your chief Qi?" Xu Huai'an didn't see Qi Yun when he came in. He directly grabbed a pretty soldier, raised his white chin slightly, motioned to the direction of the army in the distance and asked.

The soldier was stunned for a moment and answered honestly, "Sir, we should be training now."

Such an answer is not surprising that Xu Huai'an is familiar. Behind him is a beautiful sunset, smiling to subvert all sentient beings, and gentle and polite yagui: "can you please take us there? Thank you."

"It's all right." the soldier waved his hand again and again. "Come here -"

Xu Huai'an nodded slightly.

Ranbai is a little careless. She has no emotion about the surrounding scenes or people, so she is somewhat depressed. Her expression is also indifferent and cold. She has always shown a sense of alienation in her gentle and elegant.

Xu Huai'an was going to go with ranbai, but he came up with a phone call on the way. He looked down at the displayed call. It was inconvenient and didn't connect directly. After a pause, he said to the girl, "Bai Bai, you go first. I'll come to you later."

Dr. Qingleng stood in the sun and narrowed his eyes. His delicate pale face had no expression. He just said, "hurry up."

"Don't worry." Xu Huai'an's peach eyes are light and gentle, "it won't take long."

Ranbai ignored him and walked forward slowly.

Until the soldier stopped. When he looked at the girl's elegant face, he blushed and said politely, "Sir, I'm right in front. I won't bother."

Although the bottom of her heart was indifferent, there was no intolerable emotion on her face. The gentle aroma of the book: "thank you."

The soldier shook his head violently: "it's all right."

After Xiaobing left, Xu Huai'an didn't come over yet. Ranbai stood in place, quite boring.

The sinking sunset makes the girl's shadow cast on the ground slant long and dark, which can't be plated with half a warm color.

He walked forward a few steps carelessly. After a distance, he could vaguely see the tall and straight outline of his body.

A little familiar.

Dyed white's eyes paused for a moment, picked a beautiful eyebrow with great interest, and approached gently.

Twilight four in one.

On such a large shooting range,

Except for gunshots, there was silence.

Even the sound of the wind can be clearly heard.

The distance from the gun to the bull's eye is incomparable.

Only a young man stands tall and upright against the light. The light of the sunset is reduced to his foil, half a cent less than his color. He outlines a slender outline, plated with light gold awn, and stands upright as loose as bamboo. It is the most rigorous and quiet, but it seems like a benchmark.

From the perspective of dyeing white, we can only see the back of the young man. He is dressed in a black and solemn military uniform, with cold and deep sharp color, showing abstinence temperament.

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

The posture is calm and indifferent from beginning to end, just like the frozen cold dusk snow and the cold sword that has been dusty for a long time and finally comes out of its scabbard.

"Bang! Bang! Bang -"

A succession of shots.

Hit the bull's-eye.

The man didn't seem to be aware of the stranger's arrival, but broke through all the bull's-eye with a coherent and neat action, a mechanical and cold indifference.

At the moment when another shot stopped -!

The young man suddenly turned around, and in an instant, he pointed a gun at the direction of dyed white. The dark and ruthless muzzle of the gun was right at the position of dyed white's heart!

The wind hunted, and there was no other sound.

There are only Qiyun and ranbai on the whole training ground.

And they stand opposite each other.

There is a long distance and a gun in the middle.

The setting sun finally sank into the horizon. The dusk spread. The sky was a little dark. The horizon was full of orange, and several bright stars twinkled.

The young officer's military posture is straight, and the action of holding a gun is also standard and incredible, as if everything has been programmed.

Even if the black silk beam eye can't see the object, it still faces the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the dyed white heart with great accuracy and danger.

The bridge of Gao Ting's nose seems to be lit with straight lines and light color. The bewitched thin lips close into a cold and hard radian. The side face is hidden in the shadow of dusk. It is a three-dimensional and deep outline. In the hazy halo, it shows the extreme cold and sharp beauty.

The hand with the gun has distinct and slender bony joints, black texture and white skin, which is perfect as a work of art.

Behind him was the scene of dusk, like a still picture, with a slight awn in the sky. In a trance, it seemed that the devil had spread his huge black wings and invaded the sky.

And dyed white always smiles.

Even went to him.

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

Every step,

Like the sound of a heartbeat.

It was dyed white.

It broke the almost dead atmosphere.

She asked the gentle and noble, with a classical and gentle splash ink bookish temperament: "why don't you shoot?"

At that moment, Qi Yun clearly heard this sentence, and the familiar and strange clear sound line fell on his ear, exciting.