Her father is rarely speechless.
This is the truth. Phoebe is not only the first child on the court to complete the task, she is also the fastest child, the youngest child, and the child who has no emotional reaction from start to finish.
After ten minutes, another kid, Daniel, who completed the task, appeared.
But unfortunately, after Daniel finished shooting, Daniel's servant ran away crying and crying. Daniel stayed on the spot, and the hand with the gun down kept trembling. He lowered his head and saw his emotional reaction. Very heavy.
So her father said coldly and dissatisfied: "Although Daniel is a boy, he is not as good as you. His reaction to shooting people close to him is too heavy."
Phoebe shrugged noncommittal, and she turned her head and inadvertently glanced at her mother who had been helped from the court.
Her mother's feet were frightened, but when she saw her look over, she blinked her eyes playfully, concealed a thumb, and said it was amazing with her mouth!
Phoebe raised his lips lightly.
After the training, everyone left. Phoebe is one of the few children who still has the mood to go to the bathroom of the shooting range. As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she heard a vague cry, so Phoebe turned her head. I saw Daniel who was lying on the bathing table with red eyes and biting his lower lip.
The two silently glanced at each other, and the understanding that their competitors had cultivated over the years allowed them to almost quickly understand what each other was going to do.
Daniel quickly turned his head away, with a very bad tone: "Warn you Hinchi Mani Phoebe, you'd better not come to see me for a joke at this time. I am in a bad mood now and will kill you."
But because there is still a certain cry in his voice, this makes the threat seem very weak.
Phoebe hugged his chest and leaned against the wall, with a flat tone: "You don't even have the courage to shoot a servant. Will you have the courage to shoot me?"
Daniel stared at her almost bloodily, his tone mocking and mocking: "Of course I am not like you. I have the courage to shoot at my mother. You and your father are exactly the same."
Phoebe looked at Daniel with tears in his eyes, thought about it, and said seriously: "I actually don't have the courage to aim a gun at her."
Daniel "Huh?!" For a moment, he stared at Phoebe, who didn't seem to be lying, weirdly and subtly: "You just fired ten shots at your mother."
"All I have is the ability to never hit her." Phoebe shrugged indifferently. "I am not as incompetent and weak as you. I only have a ten-meter target. I still have this confidence."
Daniel: "..."
This person really owes a beating.
But even if Phoebe owes it so, Daniel still can't say a word to refute. In this regard, this guy is indeed a genius.
In the items tested by her father, she is almost always the first in the gap. Sometimes Daniel feels that it is not a person who is competing with him, but a machine born specifically to rule the Sinchmani family.
"So?" Daniel went back angrily. "You came to me and said these things to show your quality as an excellent heir?"
"No." Phoebe's tone and expression faded for a moment. She leaned closer to Daniel. The similar face gave Daniel a sense of pressure that he could not imagine. He took a step back, Phoebe. His darker green eyes stared at him, "I tell you these things, I hope you'd better run and catch up with me."
"The only heir will let my father's eyes fall on me, which is not a good thing for me and my mother."
"Give you a family suggestion to give up your childish weaknesses, Daniel, when you have the ability to shoot and not kill the person you care about, you will not be like a puppy kicked by the owner. I shed tears here."
After speaking, Phoebe instantly regained her indifferent expression. She naturally pushed Daniel away, washed her hands, waved and turned and left: "By the way, I hate others saying that I am like a father. I will say that next time. I will beat you up."
Daniel was stunned for a moment before slowly raising his head, and then he collapsed in a second: "Sinchi Mani Phoebe!!!"
"This is the men's toilet!!!"
The days went on smoothly in various open and secret fights until Daniel was sixteen and Phoebe was thirteen. They were officially put on the stage of the Sinchmani family and held their last competition.
The theme of the competition is western cowboys. They have to walk ten steps back to back like two western cowboys, then turn around and draw their guns to face each other, hit a blood bag tied to the four joints of the opponent's hands and feet, as well as the neck and abdomen, and they will win. NS.
But it was a real gun.
So this competition has two results, the first one of which accurately broke the blood bag, but did not kill the opponent.
The other is that one of them killed the other directly.
Her father sat leisurely on the viewing platform and explained to Phoebe: "If one of you kills the other, it means that you have a grudge against the other party, and the other party cannot use it for you. I don't like to see the superiors hurt afterwards. In a power struggle that moves the bones, it is most appropriate for the strong to solve their own heart problems before they are in power."
In short, if one of the players is suspicious of the other, then kill the opponent directly in this game, and then sit firmly in the first place of the heir.
"But if the strong man has a benevolent heart, cherishes and utilizes the other side, and controls his own muzzle, not only is he not killed by the other party in the struggle, but instead just accurately breaks up the six blood bags on the other party. This is enough to prove that the winning side has the ability to control the other side, and it can naturally stay and use it for you."
Her father looked at Phoebe and smiled lovingly: "But there is only one heir of the Hinchimani family who has come down from this stage in the past. Phoebe, do you know what I mean?"
"Daniel is not a suitable brother for you."
Phoebe was just silent and did not answer. This was not because she didn't answer, but her lower abdomen suddenly fell into pain. One hour before the game started, she got up and went to the bathroom.
A sharp pain of tearing wounds came from her abdomen continuously. She was the only one in the bathroom. She was lying on the toilet and panting, her fists clenched and cold sweat oozing out of her pale face.
This continual dull pain was like the pain caused by the unhealed wound after a heavy blow in the abdomen. She had never been so weak before.
She... What's wrong
Soon, after seeing the blood on her pants, she realized that she should have entered a certain physiological reaction, and her mother kept reminding her to carry things.
There is no sanitary napkin in the bathroom of the Sinchmani family, so since she was twelve years old, her mother will put it in her clothes, but in the bathroom of the Sinchmani family There are all kinds of clothes that can be changed at any time. After all, various unsuitable plots for children often occur here.
Phoebe quickly changed her clothes. She stared at the countdown on the watch, leaned back on the toilet, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing, so that she could adapt to the strange abdominal pain.
"Hey." Daniel's voice came hesitantly, "It's about to start, what are you doing?"
Phoebe opened her eyes. She saw Daniel standing outside the women's bathroom, looking at Phoebe, who was obviously ugly, in surprise: "Are you injured?!"
"No." Phoebe flatly refused, and said after a while, "Well, it's like an injury, after all, it's bleeding."
Daniel hesitated for a long time: "So you are..."
Is it the one he thinks
Phoebe glanced at him indifferently: "My uterus is bleeding, and the endometrium is peeling off. I am adapting to this feeling. There is nothing else you can roll away."
Daniel: "..."
Will this person die if he speaks tactfully
Daniel wanted to ask if it would affect the game, but looking at Phoebe's rapid breathing and pale face covered with cold sweat, he withdrew his question kindly. Okay, looking at the situation, this little devil was indeed affected.
"Do you want to postpone the game?" Daniel asked politely.
"No." Phoebe raised her eyes, her expression was still calm and arrogant, "I win you the same way, but you may bleed a little, don't worry, it won't be much more than me."
Daniel: "..."
"Father will not agree to a reprieve." Phoebe said calmly, "Let's go."
"Wait." Danielton took a look. He glanced at Phoebe, turned his head, took out a board of painkillers and handed it over, with a vague voice, "Would you like to...take a few before you go up?"
Because he has been abused by Phoebe all the year round, he is used to taking two painkillers before playing.
Phoebe looked at Daniel with a strange expression: "Why help me?"
"It's not for you." Daniel looked indifferent, "just to give you a family suggestion, whether you want to eat whatever you want."
After that, Daniel dropped the painkiller, and just about to turn around and leave, Phoebe stopped him with a subtle tone: "You are thanking me, for so many years, you have not listened to your father's words, to rob your mother and leave it to you. Something that keeps forcing you to grow up and catch up with me, right?"
Daniel paused, then left.
"I really suffered a big loss." Phoebe said to herself, she simply broke off the painkillers and ate two, and her face quickly returned to normal.
"The game officially begins."
Daniel and Phoebe stood back to back on the platform, they moved forward in the same way, raised their guns straight at the sky, and the same green eyes were staring at the gun in front of them intently.
"Ten, nine... Three, two, one."
"duel!"
Phoebe took a deep breath, turned obliquely, avoided the first shot from above, and then quickly rolled closer to Daniel, who was ten paces away, loaded his eyes sharply, and pulled the trigger:
"boom!"
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Almost in the blink of an eye, Daniel fell to the ground. Phoebe paled and raised his gun at Daniel, who was bleeding near her neck. She was breathing heavily.
Daniel opened his eyes.
Phoebe withdrew her gaze expressionlessly, she turned and walked off the stage without looking back, staggering as she walked down the steps, and quickly stood firm.
All six blood packs on Daniel's body were accurately pierced, and only a little blood from a bruise on his leg was exactly the same as Phoebe said before.
Looking at Phoebe’s calm and admiring father’s profile, Daniel's eyes shook.
This guy is really, no matter what the situation, the hand holding the weapon is incredible.
It was... She was purely powerful, so powerful that he couldn't even afford to resist.
What kind of belief do you have to maintain such stability in this sinful family
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