Murong Zheng glanced at Qin Yue and said politely: "Qing Qing, I will take you to the room to rest for a while."
"Okay, godfather, will it cause any trouble for you if we come?"
"No, how could it be? I've been waiting for you to come."
Huo Yunchen snorted coldly at Qin Yue, supported his wife with disdain and walked away, ignoring him at all.
"Hey, Lao Huo, you are too little."
Bai gently held Huo Yunchen's hand and smiled even more.
It seems that wherever Qin Yue is present, there is always a lot of laughter.
Tiantian didn't want to sit in the house. He had already taken his grandpa around to visit him, and of course Qin Yue followed him eagerly.
He hasn't touched a gun for a long time, and he will definitely try it when he comes back.
Liu Kai was worried about the young master and followed him all the way. Naturally, he was also full of curiosity about this place.
Huo Yunchen accompanied Bai Qingqing to rest for a while at Murong Zheng's residence, and was led by soldiers to find Tiantian and the others.
"Grandpa, can I see a real gun?"
"Uncle, I want to see it too."
Qin Yue echoed Tiantian, knowing that his uncle is usually very strict and would not let him touch these things easily.
But it's different when he has the influence of his grandson.
"Okay, grandpa will take you to see something."
Grandpa took him to a shooting range.
He also personally taught him how to recognize a gun, demonstrated to him the super-high level of skills in dismantling and assembling a gun, and showed him his magical ability to penetrate hundreds of meters.
Tiantian jumped up happily and clapped her hands, "Grandpa, you are great, you are amazing, you are my idol."
Qin Yue eagerly walked over and said to Tiantian: "Tiantian, would you like your cousin to perform a show for you? Your cousin is a sharpshooter who can always hit the mark."
Qin Yue boasted, but Tiantian didn't seem to buy it at all.
When he saw his father coming, he hurried to Huo Yunchen and held Huo Yunchen's hand.
"Uncle, you said you are a sharpshooter, but do you dare to compete with my dad? Grandpa will be the referee!"
There was a serious team recognition competition every day, and the people, soldiers and officers nearby also started to boo.
They all know Qin Yue after he has been here several times, and they all know his level.
But this was the first time we met Mr. Huo, his wife, and their child.
Although the chief did not elaborate on their relationship, the child called him grandpa, so they must be a family member.
Of course, everyone also wants to see whether Mr. Huo, who looks like a king, is actually the best among men.
Huo Yunchen looked back at Bai Qingqing, raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly.
"Honey, do you want to compare?"
Bai smiled softly, touched his belly and said, "I think all three of your children would like to see the heroic side of daddy."
With his wife's permission, Huo Yunchen glanced at Qin Yue with disdain.
"Don't cry if you lose."
"It's not certain who will lose? Huh, isn't it just a meal? I can still afford it."
Qin Yue had no confidence and gave up immediately, making everyone laugh.
"Liu Kai, protect the young lady and stay away."
Huo Yunchen glared at Qin Yue lazily, with an aura that could crush Qin Yue to pieces.
Qin Yue shrugged and smiled indifferently, then stepped forward to pick up the gun.
Apart from his uncle, he was the only man in the world who could convince him, so losing to him wouldn't be considered a loss of face.
Murong Zheng smiled with comfort. Huo Yunchen really loved his daughter. He put his wife first in everything and considered her everywhere.
Although he had some misunderstandings about himself because of the events of the previous generation.
But as long as he treats his daughter well and gives her happiness, none of this matters.
Liu Kai took Bai Qingqing aside, and an officer was sitting as the referee. Murong Zheng and Bai Qingqing stood aside to watch the battle.
Bai Qingqing's mind was not on their competition at all, she kept thinking about the name 'Murong Jingzhi'.
"Daddy, I want to ask you about someone."
"Huh? You say."
"Murong Jingzhi, have you heard of this name?"
Murong Zheng's heart sank suddenly when she heard this name, wondering if she knew something.
His face remained as usual and he asked calmly: "Murong Jingzhi? Why are you suddenly looking for this person?"
"This person should be my mother's old friend. Your surname is Murong. There are not many people with the surname Murong in Kyoto, so I just wanted to ask you if you know." Bai Qingqing smiled lightly and spoke in a calm tone.
"This name sounds familiar, but I can't remember it right now. Just give me some time and I'll have someone help you find it." Murong Zheng could only deal with her in this way.
"Then thank you godfather. If my godfather helps me find it, I will definitely find it soon."
Bai Qingqing got Murong Zheng's answer and felt much relieved.
"Qingqing, why are you trying to find this person? What happened?" Murong Zheng asked tentatively.
"No, no, there are some things I want to ask him clearly."
Bai Qingqing answered in an evasive manner. After all, what happened back then was not a good thing and there was no need to publicize it everywhere.
"Okay, my godfather will help you find it, but remember no matter what happens to you, you must tell me and your godfather will help you."
Murong Zheng's tone was particularly pertinent and serious, and his eyes showed care and love that went beyond friendship.
This look gave Bai Qingqing the illusion that he was loved by his father.
"Well, thank you godfather."
But she is the godfather. Because she has a special rapport with him every day, she recognizes him as his godfather.
There is no blood relationship, so maybe it is the unique temperament and sense of security that soldiers give people.
do not think too much.
As soon as they finished speaking, the game over there just ended.
Huo Yunchen won without any suspense, with ten ten rings, which was better than the results of the special forces. When the results were reported, there was thunderous applause.
Those officers and soldiers worshiped him like a torrent of water.
Of course they would not know what kind of inhuman training he had received since childhood as the successor of the Shen and Huo families.
"Daddy, you are awesome."
I was very excited every day, jumping up and down around my daddy.
"Daddy, can you teach me a lesson?"
"You want to learn?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Huo Yunchen knelt down and raised his hand to touch Tiantian, who was sweating from playing, and looked at him with gentle eyes.
When he was this old, his grandfather had already thrown him into a dark room where he couldn't see anything and practiced overcoming his fear.
He didn't want his son to live a cold and scary life like him, so he never forced him to practice anything.
But he likes it, so let’s try it.
"Okay, daddy will teach you."
The two father and son lay on the ground together, holding their big hands and small hands, practicing their aim intently.
But the gun was too heavy for Tiantian, and he couldn't carry it at all.
But this kid is very stubborn and insists on practicing.
Huo Yunchen also accompanied him. It was rare for a child to have such determination.
Qin Yue stood aside, holding his target and asking for attention.
"Hey, I played well. I only got four nine-rings, five eight-rings, and one tenth-ring."
But no one paid attention to him, they all went to practice shooting every day.
Legend has it that a tiger father has no son, so most people want to see what amazing performance a four-year-old child will do.
(End of chapter)