Chapter 629 (1/2)
Can he have her with Feng Yiran?
The answer, of course, is no!
Li Beinian can only play up the spirit of 12 points and make preparations.
Feng Yiran learned it. When he was a child, he had excellent shooting results.
At the moment, although I know that Li Beinian is excellent, there is no sense of tension.
But there was a man standing behind.
There's a man standing.
As soon as the idea in his mind popped out, Feng Yiran felt a little stiff.
He picked up the gun and aimed at the opposite target.
There was no sound at all behind him, but the man behind him was so strong that he felt as if he had been suppressed all over his body. An unknown tension spread all over his body.
Never felt it.
Feng Yiran made the standard posture of holding a gun and aimed with one eye closed.
”Ready!”
Yang Dawu's voice sounded, Feng resolutely as if facing the enemy.
The heart beat faster and faster.
Feng Yiran looked at the front, and suddenly his arm was too stiff to move.
”Start!”
”Bang”
”bang”
”bang”
the sound of shooting continued to ring, and Feng Yiran was not willing to fall behind.
But clearly looked after the target, but when the shot out of the moment, the hand is difficult to control stiff for a moment.
It's wrong.
Feng Yiran clearly saw that the bullet fell into the eight point ring.
The electronic scoreboard next to it immediately says: 8.2.
Feng Yiran in the heart of a Deng, squint, subconsciously to see the Li Beinian scoreboard.
9.1。
He's down 0.9!
No, no, we must win!
The time limit is 75 seconds. He can't lose!
Feng Yiran played up the spirit of twelve points, followed by several shots.
Li Beinian has the same mentality.