After Qin Hui arrived at the gun meeting, she did not tell anyone, did not notify Chu Jing, nor did she tell A Miao.

Qin Hui stayed by Zhang Ling's side all day and taught Zhang Ling and the light bulb to win Midnight marksmanship.

In the real world, Qin Hui had a very dull day. She had not met anyone who pretended to be slapped in the face, nor did she meet a gangster who wanted to tease Zhang Ling and the other. She had not given Qin Hui a chance to beat him ten times, nor did she let Qin Hui step on the face.

Unlike the novel wherever we go, we show off and slap in the face. We are real and spend our days in a dull way. Although it seems that such days are meaningless, Qin Hui feels very enjoyable.

Qin Hui's face kept smiling, and he rarely experienced such unrestrained days. Although Qin Hui could summon the wind and rain in the movie, Qin Hui always felt that there was nothing missing without Zhang Ling.

"Bang... off-target..."

"Bang bang... off-target..."

The sound of electronic sounds kept ringing, indicating that even with the guidance of a gun master like Qin Hui, the rookie still could not get rid of the fate of the rookie.

"Sight with your heart, sometimes what you see is not necessarily right, and what you feel is not necessarily wrong! A rookie relies on aiming, and a master relies on feeling. Feel your hands, and feel your gun!"

Qin Hui stood beside Zhang Ling and rubbed her wrists for Zhang Ling. You should know that although the guns all relieved recoil, if it weren't for Qin Hui's plug-in, Zhang Ling and his wrists would have been swollen long ago.

"Why is it so difficult to get a ten-ring ring?" Zhang Ling shook his pistol so scared Ying Ziye, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but take two steps back.

"A ten-meter fixed target, ordinary people may not be able to hit the bull's eye even if they last a month. In addition to having patience to practice guns, talent is actually more important." Qin Hui lowered her head and said, and he once said something like this, in the church of Jehovah.

"Can you hit it?" Zhang Ling handed the pistol to Qin Hui and asked in confusion.

Rick and his men had a very good marksmanship, but Zhang Ling didn't think Qin Hui had such a good marksmanship. Because being the boss is like being a boss in a hotel, can you say that the boss of the hotel must be able to cook?

"Haha, I haven't touched it for many years and robbed it, but the gun sense will not decline at my level!"

Qin Hui took the pistol handed over by Zhang Ling, gently pulled the bolt, and raised the gun without hesitation.

"Crack..." The gun bolt made a crack. The gun used by Zhang Ling was a women's pistol. The recoil was low and it also meant that the stability was worse.

"Bang bang...Ten rings..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang...Ten rings..."

Qin Hui didn't even look at the target behind her and raised her gun and fired. After emptied the magazine, all the bullets hit the Red Heart accurately.

"No! They are all ten rings!" Zhang Ling stood up in disbelief and checked the position of the bull's eye one by one, and found that there was a circle on each paper target with a red heart in the center.

"Awesome!" Looking at Qin Hui who looked disapproving, Ying Ziye, who was beside him, also swallowed.

"Of course, I started with this!"

Listening to Ying Ziye's words, Qin Hui played with the gun in her hand, with a look of affirmation on her face.

............

In the evening, Qin Hui drove Ying Miye back and then returned home with Zhang Ling.

"Sher..." After returning home, Qin Hui took out a freezer from the space while Zhang Ling was cooking. After entering the password for the freezer, she slowly opened it. There were three bright red potions inside.

This is a potion of hope and an angel potion. They come from a little boy called hope, which can increase a thousand years of life and inspire several novel small abilities. "For details, please see Chapter 231, Hope"

Qin Hui skillfully took off the medicine and then placed it in a special syringe.

This hope potion is not big, only the size of a little finger, and the serum inside is also just an inducible effect. However, although the potion is inconspicuous, Qin Hui knew that this was a ladder for immortality and was also the first step for Qin Hui to make Zhang Ling immortal.

"Wife, what delicious food to make?" Qin Hui put the syringe into her sleeve and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhang Ling was making chicken soup in the kitchen. In fact, the rice made by Zhang Ling was not delicious. But Qin Hui felt that it might be because of her own destiny. No matter how delicious you make, Qin Hui couldn't eat it.

"Go and wash your hands quickly, you'll have dinner later!" Zhang Ling did not look at Qin Hui, but stared at the pressure cooker and looked at the concentrated look.

"Hug..." Qin Hui stepped forward and saw a bear hug, then crossed her hands in front of Zhang Ling's chest and held the pair of ups and downs.

"Go to death, how old is this person yet!" Zhang Ling smiled and patted Qin Hui's arm, slapped Qin Hui's hand away.

Qin Hui buried her head between Zhang Ling's neck, and while taking it back, a needle appeared on her fingertips.

"Oh, you pressed my hair!" Qin Hui was very fast, and this syringe was designed by Dr. Manhattan at the beginning. The needle pierced into the skin like a mosquito bite.

"Where is it? I'll rub it for you!" Qin Hui's hand rubbed Zhang Ling's injected neck, and the warm energy in her hand was sent into Zhang Ling's body, giving her an indescribable comfort.

"As you please, go and wash your hands!" Zhang Ling, who was warm all over, moved his neck and said disregardlessly.

"Brush..." I saw that the spoon placed next to the pressure cooker was touched as Zhang Ling's movement, and he flew to the ground with a spin in the air.

"Bang..." Zhang Ling grabbed the pot of ceramics and the soup spoon was firmly grasped by a pair of jade hands.

"Huh!" Zhang Ling looked at the soup spoon he and the caught, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"My wife is so awesome!" Qin Hui smiled and said nothing, because just now, in order to allow Zhang Ling to absorb the essence of life in the serum as soon as possible, Qin Hui used her own energy as a guide.

"You know it's amazing! Go and wash your hands quickly. I'll make up for you tonight and then squeeze you dry!" Zhang Ling smiled badly, and then pushed Qin Hui out of the kitchen.

In this way, Zhang Ling was still looking at the chicken soup. He didn't notice what Qin Hui had done from beginning to end, and he didn't know how many killings and cruel human experiments were contained just now.

Greatness and evil in this world will always coexist, just like heroin’s earliest use is medicine.

Qin Hui walked out of the kitchen with a smile, then went to the bathroom and gently closed the door because the system had already begun to urge him.

"I can't die, I'm still waiting to come back and love my wife!"

Qin Hui in the bathroom scanned the bedroom through the crack in the door and found herself a reason to survive.

"Ding... Please prepare for the host, and you are about to go to the world of Resident Evil. This world contains the last piece of Rubik's Cube fragment, and you will not be allowed to return to reality before it is found."

"Let the game start..." Qin Hui was wearing a black outfit, with her hands on her face, and a black sunglasses were worn by him.

In the mirror in the bathroom, there was a man in black standing proudly, with his face full of indifference after seeing through life and death.

"Telection begins...real world time pauses..."

The cold metal sound of the system resounded in Qin Hui's ears, and then a flash of light was made, and Qin Hui was in another world.
Chapter completed!