Holding a gun and stabbing the front is always a step slower. If you adjust to the front and lifting the gun, you can try it. However, holding the gun in front and lifting the gun in the back requires a lot of arm strength.

well...

Han Sheng kept thinking about it. Although he could understand both techniques, this divergent thinking was really difficult.

It was not that he was anxious, but that he was anxious to see that the people around him were looking for different things from the basic footwork, especially with his own weapons and techniques.

Good guy, can this not make people anxious?

The difference between myself and them is that they are not under the guidance of Teacher Shen.

Thinking of this, Han Sheng simply and roughly waved the spear in his hand. After experiencing more than ten times the pressure in the foreign land, the double pressure here is really too weak. Han Sheng felt that if he used a little force, the black stone might be about to crack.

Now, when I am excluding the upper limit of spiritual power, ordinary second-level soldiers are no match for me.

"Han Sheng, what are you thinking? Do you want to drink water?" At this time, Marco walked over laughably, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

The extremely loose military uniform was filled with muscles on Marco Xin, and there was also crystal sweat on her wide big face.

This scene...it's still interesting to flirt with Teacher Shen. His delicate facial features and his budding look are two extremes.

Looking at Marco Xin... It's so irritating, is it still like this after sending a good person card?

Han Sheng always felt that he was a good person. If he could not hurt others, he would not hurt others. But the problem is, the person who missed you day and night was really...

So, he ignored her and stood up and left directly, leaving Ma Kexin alone in the spot, with the mineral water in his hand hanging in the air, and his face was full of embarrassment.

The day of training passed quickly, and Han Sheng still couldn't find the direction. Instead, he became familiar with the skills a lot and became more flexible. However, the rigid skills were just skills.

It is still useful when facing opponents of the same level. Once you encounter someone with a slightly higher strength than you, this skill will appear pale.

Looking around, he couldn't find anyone who could try it. Han Sheng began to miss Gao Lei. He was not here today, but no one mentioned this. I think he hadn't come for several days.

Just now, he had a speculation that Gao Lei, as the core seed among the sergeants in the family, must be treated with special treatment, especially at this critical moment.

Before the get out of class was over, Han Sheng's attention was no longer here. He touched a small bottle of nectar on his chest, with a faint expectation and a little joy in his heart.

At the moment of get out of class, Han Sheng chose to leave directly. As for the extra training, forget it, you can't let it go, you can't let your girl starve.

Before returning home, Han Sheng passed by a toy shop. Under the curious eyes of a large group of people, he bought a large bag of small skirts.

Death of society, death of society!

Han Sheng sighed in his heart that this is also the reason why he bought a large bag at one time. He didn't want to experience the same thing for the second time.

But it is impossible to keep Xiaodie naked all the time. It’s okay now. If someone sees it, wouldn’t you think you are that kind of person? This is not possible.

Han Sheng, who endured great humiliation, opened the door and saw Xiaodie lying on Xia Liang's quilt, relaxing the hanging heart in his heart.

My daughter is fine.

Han Sheng picked up a lot of clothes, and finally picked a cute loli dress, placed it gently next to Xiaodie, and compared it slightly.

The whole process was extremely slow, for fear of waking Xiaodie up, but I just thought she was noisy, and there was no other reason.

After comparing the size, Han Sheng found scissors and needlework at home. Although he was not short of clothes in this era, the technical work of repair has not disappeared and still exists.

Just like Han Sheng’s home, scissors and needlework are always available. After all, if you have a mother who likes embroidery, how can you lose these things?

Han Sheng carefully cut the clothes in his hand and sewed them. Finally, it was not ugly, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Dad." Xiaodie's voice suddenly appeared in the room.

Fearing to wake up Xiaodie, Han Sheng went to the living room to sew a small skirt.

How could he be the one who can call him by a word of dad? Han Sheng was full of disdain. Those men who were melted by a word of dad are all superficial men.

"Dad, hungry." Xiaodie's voice appeared again.

Han Sheng hurriedly threw down the things in his hand, picked up his small skirt and the spiritual food nectar placed on the table, and headed towards his room.

When he arrived at the door, Han Sheng sorted out his outfit, suppressed his excitement, and then pushed the door open and entered.

He is not a superficial person, Xiaodie called him dad, well, that's true.

"Xiaodie, I'm disobedient at home and want to be beaten!" Han Sheng pretended to be angry and patted Xiaodie's small buttocks with a finger to show punishment.

"Yeah, dad, you know how to bully Xiaodie. If you don't say it after being hungry for a day, you will hit me when you come back. I'm so pitiful." Xiaodie cried.

Han Sheng looked at the mess around and the untied rope on the bedside table. Even if he had just seen it, he was still shocked.

Well... Raising a daughter is not inferior to a Haha, and it can even be more troublesome than a Haha.

Han Sheng couldn't stand Xiaodie's noise, so he unscrewed the nectar bottle cap in his hand and pretended not to care and said, "Eat the nectar you want to eat." After that, he poured out a little of the nectar in the bottle.

It’s probably...a ml of quantity. After all, I only bought ten milliliters for tens of thousands of yuan, so it’s more appropriate to save some money.

Sure enough, the moment the bottle cap was opened, Xiaodie's little nose began to sway, and then her little eyes widened: "Dad, it's the nectar I want to eat."

Then, he pounced on it and began to lick it, muttering: "It tastes much better than the salty taste on my father."

Han Sheng:...

What are you talking about? Starting tonight, I will let you sleep on your own.

Han Sheng thought so, and saw Xiaodie ate the nectar completely, a few thousand yuan, it was gone, this meal.

Just as he was thinking about whether Xiaodie would continue to ask him for it, he suddenly found that Xiaodie was lying comfortably on the bed, never mentioning the matter of gauze.

Han Sheng was so happy that if this meal would cost 30,000 yuan, then he could choose to throw Xiaodie away directly.

"Xiaodie, come and try to buy you a skirt." Han Sheng lifted Xiaodie's little arm and lifted it up.

Xiaodie felt a little wronged and went to bed after eating. This is the most comfortable thing in the world. Why should I wake her up?

"Skirt? What kind of skirt?" Xiaodie blinked her eyes and looked at Han Sheng curiously. Her eyes were placed on Han Sheng's father's other hand. Then, her eyes could no longer be removed.
Chapter completed!