Starting from Analyzing the Sun 164】The net was closed successfully, geniuses are all monsters 5,000 chapters

Five o'clock in the morning.

It's still dark.

Qian Qingqing opened her eyes.

She touched a wooden bead from beside the pillow, flicked her wrist, and the wooden bead flew out instantly.

"Snapped!"

There was only a soft sound as the wooden bead hit something.

The bedroom was instantly filled with white light.

This is the crystal energy lamp lighting up.

In a wealthy family like the Qian family, it is the maid's job to turn on and off the lights. The master only needs to pull the bell on the bedside, and the maid will naturally do it for him.

But since she started practicing spear skills, Qian Qingqing has never called a maid again.

The little girl seemed to have an instinctive intuition. The hit rate of the thrown wooden beads on the crystal light switch was as high as 100%, and she never missed it once.

Qian Qingqing poked her head out of bed, stared at a branch hanging on the wall, and said softly: "Good morning!"

This is the "branch gun" originally made by Cheng Han.

At the rate of her progress, this branch gun has long since been honorably retired.

But the little girl did not throw it away. Instead, she asked an expert craftsman to carefully handle it and coat the surface with anti-corrosion materials for long-term preservation.

Qian Qingqing quickly left the bed and entered the dressing room, first changing into a set of training clothes.

With a petite and exquisite body, coupled with neat style and beautifully designed practice clothes, she is delicate and yet heroic, giving her a unique sense of beauty.

The little girl opened the door and left the bedroom, walking lightly down the stairs.

A middle-aged maid on night duty heard the footsteps and said hello with a smile: "Miss Qingqing, you got up so early again today."

She added: "Shall we prepare hot water for bathing as before?"

Qian Qingqing nodded: "There is a tasting meeting today. I will only practice for twenty minutes. Prepare hot water early."

The middle-aged maid immediately responded: "Okay."

The little girl entered the dedicated practice room in the basement and picked up a large gun made of hardwood.

Gun height - 1.8 meters.

Longer than her height.

Qian Qingqing picked up the big gun with both hands and muttered habitually: "I am too weak, I need to work harder."

The little girl skillfully held a gun and flowers.

"Buzz"

The tip of the gun trembled slightly.

If you slow down the camera ten times, you can clearly see that the tip of the gun shakes ten times in succession.

And the landing points of these ten hits exactly form a uniform circle.

This is definitely an extremely superb power control skill, and it is also the result of wielding the gun hundreds of thousands of times day and night.

The vast majority of inspectors, including the chief inspector, cannot reach this level.

soon.

Qian Qingqing's shouts began to echo in the spacious practice room.

"Hey!"

"ha!"

Occasionally mixed with the sound of hitting the target.

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

The black cat was lying in the corner, lazily watching Qian Qingqing's practice.

So boring!

The master's practice is more exciting, there are always new and interesting tricks!

but.

I really admire Miss Qingqing's resilience.

It was such a boring exercise, but she took every shot so seriously.

Twenty minutes later.

Qian Qingqing left the practice room covered in sweat, took a quick shower, and returned to the bedroom.

A maid was already waiting here and started putting makeup on her.

For little girls, today is an important day, and their makeup cannot be careless at all.

Ten seconds passed.

Mrs. Qian pushed the door open and said with a smile: "Qingqing, let me style your hair."

The little girl said "Hmm": "Mom, give me a 'Kongxuan hairstyle'."

Mrs. Qian was a little hesitant: "This is a warrior's hairstyle. Today is a formal banquet and you are the host..."

Qian Qingqing interrupted her mother: "I am a female warrior!"

She added in her heart: I have the seal of a female warrior and will stand beside Cheng Han in the future.

Mrs. Qian did not insist: "Okay!"

The lady asked again: "What will you wear later?"

The little girl replied without thinking: "A rose-white warrior dress, with two silver ceremonial short guns on the waist. No other decorations are needed."

Since she started practicing her spear skills, she has become more and more fond of this type of clothes.

Mrs. Qian accepted it all: "Okay!"

She knew that her daughter looked soft and weak on the outside, but was actually very determined in her heart, and she, as a mother, could not persuade her.

No one noticed.

The black cat lay on the wardrobe and flicked its tail.

Miss Qingqing looks pretty good after makeup!

six thirty.

Qian Qingqing walked into the restaurant wearing a brand new dress.

Qian Changyun glanced at it and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "Sister, you are so beautiful."

The little girl looked intently: "Eat your food well."

She is indeed beautiful at this moment.

She has a beautiful face and a simple yet elegant hairstyle.

Wearing a beautiful white female warrior dress, with more than ten white roses embroidered on the surface, it not only highlights her exquisite figure, but also makes her look heroic.

Especially the two decorative short spears hanging on the slender waist are the finishing touch.

Qian Yiqing looked at his daughter with an expression of admiration: "Qingqing, you are very beautiful today."

Qian Qingqing immediately burst out with a sweet smile: "Thank you, Dad."

Qian Changyun muttered: "I said you were beautiful, but I didn't give you a good look..."

The little girl's eyes flickered, and she suddenly stretched out her hand to play the kuaizi.

"Snapped!"

The kuaizi flew out.

It flipped over a dozen times in the air, drew an arc, and accurately inserted a hot bun in front of the child.

Qian Changyun was startled and quickly shut his mouth, not daring to talk any more.

Qian Yiqing couldn't help but laugh.

The middle-aged man glanced at Kuaizi who was poking the buns, and he was a little envious of his daughter's skills.

But it's just envy.

Qian Yiqing witnessed with his own eyes the sweat and effort his daughter put in, but he didn't think he could endure such hard training.

seven o'clock.

Qian Qingqing started to get busy.
To be continued...