"As soon as I don't pay attention to you, you will accidentally get sick. Are you still a child?" Murong Yanxing shook his head helplessly, and reached out to rub her head.

"Then why don't you pay more attention to me?" Mu Yutian pursed her lips, raised her big eyes, and looked at him with a deep smile.

"Is this a resentment that I haven't been with you recently?" Why can't Murong Yanxing hear Mu Yutian's implicit meaning?

"It's not...it's just...how long will we stay in the Third Army?" Mu Yutian asked carefully.

Although she was not in a hurry to urge Murong Yanxing, she had this feeling in her heart, as if she would have forgotten that Murong Yanxing would probably have forgotten that they were getting engaged.

"Well, I'll go back soon." Murong Yanxing felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Mu Yutian's face.

Mu Yutian's face is indeed only suitable for showing a happy smile.

Indeed, because Mu Yutian was by his side, Murong Yanxing had almost no pressure, and he didn't have to distract himself and worry about Mu Yutian.

So for almost a week, Murong Yanxing did not think about anything else and dealt with a lot of matters of the Third Army in one go, including Ye Wanhe stumbling on the Third Army several times, which were successfully resolved by him.

Why is Ye Wanhe so persistent? Is it because of Bing Xiaoyi’s affairs?

But she is already dead, why is she still so entangled?

Murong Yanxing was unwilling to think about this issue deeply.

"At the latest day after tomorrow, I will take you home to get engaged." Murong Yanxing decided to give her specific time.

The marriage was settled earlier, everyone would feel at ease, and Mu Yutian would get the peace she wanted.

After hearing what he said, Mu Yutian immediately smiled on her face, but she still tried to pretend that she was not happy at all, "I wasn't urging you."

"Okay, I'm urging you to get married." Murong Yanxing leaned closer to her face and kissed Mu Yutian's lips.

Mu Yutian was satisfied and pulled him and said, "Now you teach me now. When I shoot, aiming is always okay, but when I shoot, the muzzle always sinks a little further, so that it deviates from the distance and makes it easy to miss."

"That's because your arm is not strong enough." Murong Yanxing continued, "especially with the wrist, no matter what, when you hold the gun, you always aim a little before shooting, but if you can't hold it, this will be the reason."

"So, do I still need to practice the strength of my arms?"

"Yes, if you really want to master good marksmanship, these are all essential. Otherwise, starting tomorrow, you will follow my soldiers to pull up a set of daily pull-ups?"

"You know it's impossible! It's good if I can hang it up."

"I'm teasing you, I'll help you find two small dumbbells tomorrow and practice them in moderation."

The two of them talked and laughed and came to the target.

Murong Yanxing stood behind, Mu Yutian stood in front, fiddled for a while, and under Murong Yanxing's guidance, Mu Yutian's technique made a qualitative leap, and the rest was to practice continuously in the future.

"Okay, all the bullets have been fired today." Murong Yanxing grabbed her hand and pinched it gently, "The wrist load is too big, and it will be more cost-effective if it hurts. At that time, I will wear a ring on your little hand."

He was sure that he was very helpful to his own tricks. After hearing what he said, Mu Yutian bulged her cheeks and nodded: "Okay, I'll drink some water first!"

Mu Yutian turned around and went to the table beside her to get water. Suddenly, her throat felt uncomfortable and she coughed violently. Her chest felt a suffocating pain, as if a long needle had penetrated the lung lobe. She could not breathe for a moment, and her heart began to beat violently at an abnormal speed.

Fortunately, there was a table beside her, and she could stabilize her body by reaching out and not fall completely.
Chapter completed!