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Murong Bingyun stares at Zhao Yang coldly, the gun in his hand is against Zhao Yang's head, and then says: "do you want to die?"

"Ha ha, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Zhao Yang knows that Murong Bingyun won't shoot, but he made a mistake first, so he pretends to be pitiful.

Murong Bingyun stares at Zhao Yang angrily, and Zhao Yang smiles with an apologetic, unexpected and pitiful smile, which looks sincere.

Murong Bingyun put down his pistol and said to him, "yours is in the safe."

"Good!" With that, Zhao Yang quickly went to the front of the safe and took out a silver colt M2000 pistol. He held it in his hand and felt the heaviness of the pistol. A familiar feeling came to his heart.

Zhao Yang looked at the colt M2000 pistol for a while, and then took out a long, big gun from the big safe.

This is a sniper gun. Zhao Yang took it in his hand and compared it with the front. Then he said with satisfaction: "scout sniper gun, with 129 parts, is made of new materials, weighs only 2.8kg, is easy to carry, but its effective range can reach 800m. This gun is good."

Then Zhao Yang put down the Scout Sniper gun, took out an AK47 in the safe and handed it to Murong Bingyun, "classic is classic, this AK47 is absolutely the most powerful gun in the firearms industry."

Murong Bingyun asked Zhao Yang, "it's said that this competition was held on a mysterious island. If we take such heavy things in the past, will it affect our action?"

"It's OK. I'll carry this sniper gun with AK47. It won't get in the way." Zhao Yang said with a smile.

Zhao Yang said, eyes a turn, and then a smile to Murong Bingyun said: "little Bingbing, dare to compete with me?"

Murong Bingyun looks at Zhao Yang suspiciously.

"I'll take down the gun with you, I'll take down the sniper gun, you take down the AK47, see who can take down faster."

"It's not fair. The sniper gun has more parts than the AK47." Murong Bingyun said.

"Even so, I can still win you." Zhao Yang said with a confident look.

Murong Bingyun was stimulated by Zhao Yang's self-confidence. She said, "then you'll lose."

"Let's have a contest." Zhao Yang said with a smile: "those who lose will be punished. Will you come?"

"Let's talk about the punishment first." Murong Bingyun has known Zhao Yang for a long time. He knows that his focus is on punishment. He must first ask clearly, and don't be overcast by him at that time.

"If I lose, do what you want me to do." Zhao Yang said with a smile: "if I win, you have to promise me a request."

Murong Bingyun stares at Zhao Yang and asks, "what's the requirement?"

"In the future, when you are with me, you are not allowed to put on a face, and you are not allowed to put on an iceberg face. At least you have to smile every time you see me."

Murong Bingyun stretched out three fingers, "you have three requirements."

Zhao Yang didn't expect that Murong Bingyun would really agree to bet with him, so he happily said: "if I win, you are not allowed to be straight when you are with me in the future! Is that all right? "

Murong Bingyun bowed her head and thought about it. She knew that Zhao Yang was thinking about it for the sake of making her restore her cheerful character. She didn't want to do it herself, but it took time to change.

Since it's for your own good, why don't you agree to compete with him?

"I promise you!" After a few seconds of thinking, Murong Bingyun looks at Zhao Yang and agrees to take down the gun.

"Then you must lose." Zhao Yang said with a proud smile.

"Don't be proud. If you lose, it's a slap in the face." Murong Bingyun retorts.

"For you, what's a slap in the face? Ha ha, little Bingbing, don't worry. In order to keep you in a good mood, I will definitely win you." Zhao Yang said with a happy face.

"Come on then." Murong Bingyun puts AK47 on the table.

Zhao Yang also put the sniper gun on the table, and then the two stood in front of the table, staring at the sniper gun on the table.

Two people looked at each other for a while, then with one voice, tacit understanding, full cry: "start."

Then the next moment, two people picked up the gun at the same time, all of a sudden, there was a click in the room.

Zhao Yang and Murong Bingyun are very skilled and fast in dismantling.

Murong Bingyun knows that she can't be influenced by Zhao Yang. She does it according to her own rhythm, so she focuses on her gun at the beginning, but after less than five seconds, she feels that Zhao Yang's speed is getting faster and faster.

Although she didn't see it, they were so close apart that she could feel it.

Murong Bingyun's rhythm was once disturbed by Zhao Yang, which made her speed drop a lot, but soon she calmed down and dispersed the influence of Zhao Yang.A minute later, suddenly Zhao Yang's voice rang out, "I've dismantled it."

Murong Bingyun puts down his gun and looks at Zhao Yang with incredible eyes. He also looks at the parts he put on the table.

"Little Bingbing, don't look at me like this. I'll be shy." Zhao Yang said with a smile.

Murong Bingyun looked at Zhao Yang's sniper gun parts on the table, and then said frankly, "you win."

"Ha ha, I'm so sorry. I won you by accident." Zhao Yang said with a proud smile.

Murong Bingyun gives him a white look, then turns his head and starts to pick up the parts on the table.

Zhao Yang went up, put out his hand, pressed the parts on the table, and said with a smile to Murong Bingyun, "little Bingbing, you can't do this. You promised me to do it well just now. How can you forget our agreement as soon as you turn around?"

Agreement, this person talks is so shameless.

"What agreement?"

"Come on, give me a smile." Zhao Yang laughs and says to Murong Bingyun.

Murong Bingyun turns around, goes to the wardrobe, takes out a marching bag and starts to pack clothes.

Zhao Yang went over and stood beside her and said to Murong Bingyun, "Hey, little Bingbing, how can you do this? You promised me just now. As long as I win, you can't face me straight."

Murong Bingyun said while packing his clothes: "I'm not facing you now."

Zhao Yang

Zhao Yang speechless, thought, nothing, anyway, tomorrow began to spend a lot of time with her.

So he first went out to smoke a cigarette. When he came back, Murong Bingyun had packed up and sat down on the chair to have a rest.

Seeing Zhao Yang coming in, she picked up one of her clothes and stood up. She said to Zhao Yang, "have a try."

Zhao Yang walked over and saw that it was a bulletproof jacket. "Where did you get it? This body armor looks good quality. " Zhao Yang touched the body armor and said.

Murong Bingyun said as he helped Zhao Yang pass on his bulletproof vest: "this is made to order by my grandfather."

"Well, the old man has a heart. With this, I can be invincible!"

Murong Bingyun helped Zhao Yang buckle, then took a deep breath, looked at him and said, "thank you today."

"You're welcome. If you really want to thank me, give me a kiss." Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"Not serious!" Murong Bingyun gives Zhao Yang a white look. But at this time the expression is not cold, not cold, but it looks a little coquettish.

Zhao Yang is in full bloom. This woman is a monster. A mature and charming face is more attractive than Gong Li's, and her skin, which can be broken like a newborn, is in sharp contrast to her maturity.

"You see, your thanks only stay in the mouth. I've helped you so much. I don't even want to die for you. As a result, you just say thank you to me. Your thanks are really valuable."

Zhao Yang pretended to have a pitiful look on his face, and his expression was in place.

How could Murong Bingyun not know that he was pretending, but after listening to him, she recalled what happened before, and Zhao Yang really helped herself a lot.

Thinking about this, she also felt that some of her words of thanks were too much.

"What do you want?" Murong Bingyun asked.

"Give me a kiss." When Zhao Yang heard that there was a play, the coke broke.

"No way!" Murong Bingyun flatly refused his request.

"Well, I'll take it as if I didn't say it." Zhao Yang's smile stopped immediately, then turned around and turned his back to Murong Bingyun.

After less than a few seconds, he turned back and regained his original smile. "It's OK, little Bingbing. I'll do anything for you. I'm willing to do what I've done for you. I don't ask for anything in return. You can rest assured. "

Zhao Yang's words suddenly hit Murong Bingyun's tears. She felt warm and happy in her heart.

"You close your eyes." Murong Bingyun suddenly said to Zhao Yang.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yang Leng for a while, but smart he quickly reacted, and then a face excited, immediately closed his eyes, head up.

"Little Bingbing, come on, don't be polite to me. Kiss me hard. The harder you try, the more excited I am." Zhao Yang a face wretched expression says.

Murong Bingyun is speechless. Zhao Yang belongs to the man on the snake beating stick. If you give him some sunshine, he will be brilliant. If you give him three colors, he will open a dyeing workshop.

Murong Bingyun originally intended to kiss him to express his gratitude, but now he looks so obscene, he thinks that he can't be satisfied.

She went to Zhao Yang's back, put her hands on his shoulders, and then pressed them with her fingers.

Zhao Yang opened his eyes and said: "little Bingbing, we don't need foreplay. We can go directly to the theme. It will take a long time to enter the theme."Murong Bingyun patted Zhao Yang's head hard, "dirty time! What do you think? I'm giving you a massage. "