The National Male God of System Rebirth

Chapter 871: (Four more)

  Anyway, the carousel is too late for pediatric games, and other things are nothing. Shu Cheng thought for a while and nodded to Rong Junyi and said, "Bibi?"

   "Hmm." Rong Junyi readily agreed.

  The boss just heard the two of them say that the toy is ugly, and a few black lines were drawn on their faces. This toy was carefully selected by him, and many children like it very much.

But these two goods are not children... I still dislike the ugliness of toys. The boss shook his head. He has been here for so long, and no one has been able to get his toys. He hasn't started yet, he is talking about prizes, yes. There is no self-knowledge.

  The boss looked at Shu Cheng's fragile appearance. At first glance, there was no one who could shoot a gun. He is still discussing gifts. Don't miss a shot later.

  Two people demanded twenty rounds of bullets, and they fired in front of each other.

  Boom boom boom.

  Two people shot at the same time, and they hit them at the same time. The owner of the shooting shop raised his eyebrows. Oh, these two people are lucky!

  The boss looked at that tall man should know this thing, but the casual look of that weak boy was blinded by the shot just now.

   was stunned at once, probably because I didn’t expect such a great customer to come here today.

  The boss's eyes lit up: "This handsome guy is really amazing."

Both the boy and Rong Junyi watched calmly, very immune to this kind of praise.

   fired two more shots.

  Every shot must be hit, regardless of top and bottom.

   "Two handsome guys, so amazing, cough cough cough..." At this time, the boss's smile was already frozen on his face. If the first few shots were based on luck, these shots would definitely be real strength.

  It seems that these two people have really played shooting.

  The young man pursed his thin lips and continued to shoot.

boom.

   Another balloon burst.

  The boss suddenly squeezed a cold sweat at this time. He was so bad and he chose expensive toys to hit him. He began to pray in his heart that the other party would not hit him again.

The boss cautiously walked up to Shu Cheng, wiping his cold sweat: "Man, you are really amazing, but the few toys you just picked for you are not worth any money, otherwise you hit the doll in the center, and that doll is again. Cute and fun."

  The young man was chewing gum in his mouth, squinted one eye, handsomely holding the gun, aiming at the balloon on the wall, without hesitation, shot directly, banged, hit again!

  There are no missing shots.

   completely ignored the boss’s words, she hit the most expensive toy in the corner with her mood.

  The same is true for Rong Junyi on this side, shooting simply and neatly, not at all muddled.

The boss was wiping cold sweat next to him, and his heart was dripping blood. For fear that they would continue to play, he couldn’t help but worry. With such a gameplay, his shop must go bankrupt. I really didn’t expect to meet such two customers today. .

   "The doll next to you is so beautiful, how about going to hit that doll, handsome guy."

   "Oh, that toy is worthless, two handsome boys, don't hit those in the corner."

  "This toy is too ugly, too ugly. I think it's better than that doll. You guys should try that doll."

  ……

  The boss walked around, talking and begging.

  This noisy voice made Shu Cheng frowned, and said displeasedly: "Shut up."

He wanted to rush up and grab the guns of the two of them, but when he heard Shu Cheng's harsh words, it was not easy to see the two of them. The boss still did not step forward and watched them get hit. Shot after shot.

  Fortunately, Shu Cheng and Rong Junyi put down their pistols wittily after finishing the twenty rounds of bullets.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief, and then reluctantly went to take down the gifts they hit. These two people are really terrible. Not only are they hitting a hundred shots, but they also specialize in playing with small balloons in the corner. The price of gifts is even higher, alas, a big loss is a big loss.

  The boss's heart is bleeding.