Pick the persimmons first and squeeze them.

Compared with Gong Qi, Gong Jiu and Lan Che, both in terms of appearance, temperament, figure and physique, they all follow the route of a beautiful boy.

A typical body is soft and easy to be pushed down.

Born soft and cute.

Don't pinch him-

Who to pinch?

Bai Mo stroked the cold barrel with his slender and thin white fingers and smiled softly.

She originally wanted to kick Lan Che out of the battle first, but she met Gong Jiu on the way.

"Meet again, Miss Bai."

Bai Mo pulled Yilin and hid in the bushes very quickly. Gong Jiu, who also used the help of a big tree to hide his body, actually chatted and laughed with her through the "smoke and war", as if she hadn't seen her for many years.

"Are you the only one with Miss Yilin? Why don't you see Young Master Ye?"

"He disliked us for being dragged on, so we left apart." Bai Mo complained in a scattered tone.

However, in the place where Gong Jiu couldn't see, she looked calm and solemn. She turned her wrist and loaded the gun flexibly, pulling down the safety bolt. The unique "click" sound of the metal texture was just covered up.

Gong Jiuyi was aiming at the gun while chatting and laughing, and still chuckled, "That's really unfortunate, you met me-"

"Yeah?"

The slightly upward tone is somewhat subtle and somewhat contemptuous.

Pull the trigger at the same time—

Bang!

Bang!

A bunch of red pigment smoke exploded next to the camphor tree where Gong Jiu was hiding, and directly hit the right hand holding the gun!

The trees on Bai Mo's side also burst into blue pigment smoke, but the one hit was Yilin.

It was supposed to hit her left hand, but Irene rushed forward to block the attack for her.

“Eline!”

"Xi'er, I can't help you anyway, it will only become a burden. It's better to help you block it."

Irene smiled cheerfully, as if the person hit by the 'bullet' was not her: "This way we will have a bigger chance of winning, right?"

According to the rules of Jungle CS, besides being hit by a painted paint bomb to death, hitting other parts of the body can only be considered injured, and injured parts are not allowed to participate in the battle.

"That's right, but I promised to protect you. Eline, you're really frustrating."

Bai Mo sighed and calmly changed into a new magazine, "Wait, I'll kill him, avenge you, and let you be a pair of mandarin ducks of the same life."

Teammate Yilin, who is 'dead': "..."

Xi'er, your metaphor is not good at all!

Gong Jiu has been playing with right pistols since he was a child. Once his right hand cannot be used, he will naturally have disadvantages when he can only use his left hand.

Bai Mo Kowt him in a few rounds.

The Ninth Master looked ugly and that was of course. Bai Mo smiled and said to him, "Baibai~" and turned around and went to find the soft persimmon Lan Che.

The first encounter—

Gong Jiu died, Yilin died, Bai Mo was unscathed.

The disadvantaged situation instantly turns into the advantaged situation.

After all, the master and the rookie are not the same level.

Yilin changed to Gong Jiu, after all, it was her team who made money.

Bai Mo found Lan Che without much effort.

"Young Master Lan is so leisurely."

Lan Che heard her voice and slowly withdrew his hand that touched the gun, glanced at her, "Why are you here?"

"Isn't this very obvious?" Bai Mo shook the pistol hooked on Yu Bai's fingertips, "Kill you~"

Lan Che was too lazy to pretend to behave in front of her: "If you want to do it, hurry up!"

"It's easy for you to misunderstand me if you say this." Bai Mo raised his gun with a smile, "Come on, let me fire it!"

Lan Che: "..."
Chapter completed!