Mo Shangyun looked at the sound.
A deserted silhouette, judging from her figure, should be a woman, leaning against a tree, her arms folded, and a Type 88 sniper rifle hanging on her right shoulder.
Feeling being scrutinized, the woman turned her head and met her gaze.
The sky was still dark and deep, but with the help of the dim light, Mo Shangyun could clearly see the other party's appearance.
He wears a helmet, has short, broken hair, with a few strands of hair clinging to his forehead and neck. His facial features are exquisite, very beautiful, and highly recognizable. His eyes are long and narrow, slightly squinting, and he looks at him lightly.
At first glance, it makes people feel very dangerous and mysterious, but after a closer look, she finds that there is no sense of existence. Her aura is drawn in, and her aura is integrated with the surrounding environment. Before it was discovered, it was like a ghostly existence.
No mountain, no dew, perfectly hidden breath.
By feeling and observation, this one should be a sniper.
at the same time-
Ye Qianxiao was also looking at her.
Dressed like himself, with a 95-style rifle on his left shoulder, a water bottle tied directly around his waist, exuding so casualness, holding two fishes in his right hand, his stomach was dismembered, and he handled it cleanly, using the long and ubiquitous long hair. Grass wears up.
She is very young, Moyo is in her early twenties, and it is not obvious that she has experienced hardships on the training ground. Although she has military paint on her face, she can also see that her skin is surprisingly good, giving people an amazing beauty. .
It was quite calm, and when they looked at each other, they raised their eyebrows at her, and a faint smile appeared in their eyes.
It's a friendly gesture.
"Yes."
Mo Shangyun finished looking at it, and responded calmly.
"Front."
Ye Qianxiao retracted her gaze, then released her wrapped hand, stood up straight, and walked towards the bonfire in front of her.
Couldn't help but take a second look.
Mo Shangjun found that there were many obstacles in front of her, but when she seemed to walk by casually, she completely avoided the obstacles in front of her.
He raised his eyebrows with interest.
Follow, follow.
After a while, both of them arrived at the bonfire.
There is no figure of Yan Tianxing, but there is a young man sitting by the bonfire. He is twenty-seven or eighty years old, with picturesque features and handsome looks. He is inclined towards the type of elegant and noble son, with a cold and distant temperament, and he does not seem to get along well.
but-
The two seem to know each other.
"Won't it burn?"
Ye Qianxiao stood by the bonfire with her arms crossed, looking at the roasted rabbit on top, and asked with a very professional taste.
I don't know, I really thought she was a superb cook.
Ruan Yan looked at her extremely indifferently, although it was not obvious, but Mo Shangyun's sharp eyes found that the corner of his mouth twitched.
It seems... quite speechless.
"Your code name." Ye Qianxiao tilted her head and looked at Mo Shangyun, simple and clear.
"… "No.
Mo Shangyun was silent.
Before she could come up with a so-called code name, Ye Qianxiao said, "The King of Guns."
Mo Shangjun then glanced at the sniper rifle on her shoulder with a deep meaning.
At this time, Ruan Yan also said: "Ace."
Gun king, ace...
Domineering enough.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows with interest.
Without saying the code name directly, Mo Shangjun put the sniper rifle down, sat down on the stone beside him, slightly bent his right leg, straightened his left leg, slender and slender, and hung the two fish on it.
"I don't have a code name. I have two names in the company. I'm called Vice-Lian Mo in person, and Queen Mo in private." Mo Shangjun said casually, "Vice-Lian and Queen, you can call them whatever you want."
Ye Qianxiao raised her eyebrows slightly, a smile flashed across her eyes, and after a short pause, she decided to address her, "Queen."
"… Queen."
Ruan Yan hesitated and then gave a choice.
It is called "deputy company", which makes them feel that they are in the company and have a sense of restraint.
After choosing their names, the two looked at each other in unison.
Company
They were born in special forces, and they don't understand very well. In a special forces assessment, a company's deputy company commander will be used.
Of course, existence is reasonable.
Neither of them are gossipy people, and they didn't get into the matter.
At that time, Mo Shangjun took out his saber, cut two branches from the tree behind him, chopped off the miscellaneous branches with skill, exposed the one in the middle, and then skewered both fishes.
The action is smooth, obviously not done once or twice.
When he inadvertently raised his eyes, Mo Shangjun found that the woman codenamed "Gun King" had a flash of admiration in her eyes.
I was puzzled, but Mo Shangyun, who was accustomed to this kind of eyes, didn't take it seriously.
Take two branches, cut them all with saber tips, and stick them into the dirt next to the campfire.
I was about to put a few knives on the fish to make it more delicious, when I suddenly heard the person beside me ask, "Can you bake it?"
After a pause, Mo Shangyun squinted at him, "What?"
Ruan Yan gave Ye Qianxiao a meaningful look, and then said, "Check it out."
Mo Shangyun suddenly realized.
"Then what," Mo Shangjun said sincerely, touching his nose and spinning a saber twice in his hand, "My craft is pretty good."
"… "
Ye Qianxiao's mouth twitched slightly, and she shrugged indifferently.
Ruan Yan simply hummed.
The two of them didn't say a word, but Mo Shangyun's bad temper was not just for fun.
"Why not," Mo Shangyun held the handle of the saber, dangling idly, tilted his head to look at Ye Qianxiao, pointed to the fish near Ye Qianxiao, and asked with a smile, "This one, Are you in charge?"
Ruan Yan threw the salt for a while.
He raised his eyes and observed Ye Qianxiao's actions.
I saw her raising her eyebrows at will, and directly took off the sniper rifle from her shoulders and threw it at her feet.
Taking another step forward, looking at Mo Shangyun with a smile, he readily agreed, "Okay."
"… "
Mo Shangyun felt a cold wind blowing towards him.
For a moment, there was an ominous premonition.
Soon, she received the sympathetic look from Ruan Yan.
070, I'm in a good mood, I don't mind