My past life was a fan of all men

Walking out of the red official sedan chair, a man was wearing a big snow hat made of snow fox fluff, and his ears were covered with earmuffs made of tiger skin. A small snow-white and tender face was flushed red from the cold. , wearing a mink fur coat, wrapped tightly around his body, and wearing a pair of indigo fur boots that reached down to his calves, he stood in front of the alley and watched for a long time, watching the little Taoist priest Ding from a distance. Be ecstatic.

"Isn't this little Taoist the handsome man who snatched the candy doll from Ben Xiaohou at the market that day?" mango.

"Young Master, let's go back as soon as possible, Master Hou must be waiting for us to go back to eat at the mansion." The servant beside him grabbed Sima Ruyue's sleeve.

Sima Ru's eyes were shining yesterday, he stretched out his hand to lift up the coat that was dragging to the ground, stepped on snow boots, and with the wind on his legs, he strode toward the depths of the alley.

"Hey... little Taoist priest, we meet again." He took his hand out of the glove, slapped it on the small table of Mo Lang's stall and said with a smile.

Mo Lang raised his eyes slightly, his clear eyes did not blink, and he frowned slightly, "Why are you?!"

Young master Sima Ru blinked his right eye yesterday, and a flash of lightning flashed from his peach eyes. He smiled like a spring breeze and said: "Don't set up a stall, it's freezing, come to Sima's mansion to be my friend." My tenth male favorite, Master Ben will support you!"

The boy standing by the side had black lines all over his face, and immediately blurted out, "Young master, stop making trouble, there are still nine wives in the house as decorations!"

Sima Ru glanced sideways at the servant yesterday with his sharp eyes, full of ice-cold strength, "Is it something that you, a servant, can intervene in about this little lord?!"

The little servant hastily blessed his body, and said cowardly: "I don't dare."

"How? Come back with me, big fish and meat, delicious wine and food, endless glory and wealth are waiting for you!"

Mo Lang raised his head and glanced at Sima Ruyue inadvertently, bit his lower lip and shook his head: "The wine and meat of Zhumen smell bad, and there are frozen bones on the road."

To this day, Mo Lang still remembers that young man dressed in brocade clothes, with a face like a white orchid, and his words and deeds are full of exaggeration.His paralyzed and stiff expression was very embarrassing, very angry, and very tangled.

Today's military training course is arranged in the indoor shooting range. The four of Mo Lang and the others wore training uniforms and a soldier's cap and came to the shooting inner room. The spacious shooting range can accommodate eight classes. Don't have a full capacity of 500 people.

Pu Ruolin, who was standing by the side, walked up to Mo Lang, raised his watery eyes, looked straight at Mo Lang, and said, "Xiao Lang, why haven't you come to me recently? Did something happen to you? Brother who has drunk his life for a long time, I will help you if there is anything, you have to tell me."

"It's nothing." Mo Lang smiled lightly in order to raise the corners of his lips.

"Well, that's good. By the way, Sun Lei is back, do you know?"

Mo Lang frowned, and Mo Tan's eyes were full of doubts. He reached out to brush his short hair and said, "Who is Sun Lei?"

Pu Ruolin squinted at Mo Lang from the corner of her eyes, twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "You still said that nothing happened to you recently, and you don't even know who Sun Lei is. It seems that you are seriously ill." Pu Ruolin paused for a moment, and then said, "He is your secret lover!"

"What? Secret lover!" Mo Lang stared at Mo Tan's eyes in amazement, and inadvertently took a small step back.

"Yeah, you told me earlier that he went abroad for training and business trips, why are you so surprised now?"

Mo Lang stood dumbfounded, lost in thought for a long time.

There was a "beep, beep" from a silver whistle in his ear, pulling him back from his mind.

"Who is Sun Lei? Why are you so familiar, but you don't have the slightest impression?" He frowned, murmured a few times, his six gods had no master, the seven souls were missing the six souls.

Sun Ran, who was standing by the side, took his hand and ran to the place where the instructor was standing. Dark clouds covered the top, and suddenly it was a sunny day.

He glanced at Sun Ran beside him, only to see Sun Ranyun smiled lightly.

Tan Cheng was wearing a neat instructor's uniform. In the room today, Tan Cheng didn't wear a sergeant's cap, and let his clean and refreshing short hair hang down casually. He had a handsome face, piercing eyes, and said in a rough voice: "Students, The task of our military training today is to learn how to shoot and hit a gun or a target that is [-] meters away."

He paused, then continued: "Students who have no taste will shoot ten shots in a row. Male students will be qualified if they hit the sixth ring with five shots. Female students have lower requirements. If they hit three shots, they will be hit immediately."

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"Yes!" All the students in the class shouted in unison.

Tan Cheng straightened his back, walked forward three steps forward, picked up the pistol on his belt, moved his left foot slightly to the left for a distance of 15 cm, leaned his upper body slightly to the left, and held the pistol with his left hand. With his right hand, his eyes are like torches, and he follows the direction of his right arm, as if a raging fire is burning in every eye.

"Everyone, pay attention to the radian of my upper body. Not everyone has the same radian, but a slight inclination of 15 degrees is a more comfortable angle. You can also grasp this arc according to your own habits."

Tan Cheng turned sideways and straightened his body, aiming the gun with his right hand at the gun [-] meters away. On the target, the breeze blew the hair tail on his fair face, and a pair of cut water ripples, clear and divine eyes exuded a breathtaking Bright, stretched out his slender white left hand to twitch the slide of the pistol, and swung the trigger with his right index finger. A cold meteor stream shot straight at the gun target like a hurricane.

"Ten rings!" Hit the red heart.

The little friends in the class stretched out their hands to polish their eyes and looked at the gun and target several times, thinking that their ear nerves were wrongly connected and they had auditory hallucinations. The classmates cast incredible looks at Tan Cheng.

The light in their eyes seemed to be stunned when they saw the fairy sister, the Jade Emperor, and the empress.After a while, thunderous applause resounded throughout the shooting field.

Mo Lang raised his eyes to look at Tan Cheng, then cast admiring gazes at him, and smiled, like flowing water that had just melted into ice in early spring, cold and refreshing.

"Okay, students, hold the plastic gun and stand in place to learn the gestures of holding the gun handle, and pay attention to the way to aim the gun. The target."

The students rushed forward one after another, picked up the plastic guns that had been left aside, and started to practice with full concentration.

Mo Lang had never seen a pistol in his previous life, and he didn't even know what the gun's barrel looked like, let alone whether he had ever fired it, or whether it was a perfect shot.

But he is no stranger to targets. Although the dynasty in the previous life did not have guns, there were arrows. He can shoot a big eagle with a hundred shots, and the arrows with sharp edges and corners can still shoot even if they are hundreds of meters away. Effortlessly find the center of the target and fly into it.

"Zheng Dangan, lean to the left a little more." Tan Cheng stood in the first row and shouted loudly to Zheng Dangan in the penultimate row.

Zheng Dan dared to feel as if he had been shot by a cold arrow in the back, and his spine felt chills.He frowned aggrievedly, curled the corner of his mouth and said, "Instructor, I've tried my best to lean to the left..."

"Instructor, instructor, don't embarrass him. Can his body be obvious? The curve of his belly will become more obvious then!" Xing Chen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The classmate standing beside Zheng Dangan subconsciously glanced at Zheng Dangan's slightly protruding belly, and burst out laughing.

Zheng Dan dared to blushed and immediately lowered his head. If there is a crack in the ground now, he would like to bury his head in it and never come out again, so as not to be ashamed...

He lowered his head, his round and chubby face wanted to stick to the ground.

Mo Lang strode over, put his hand on Zheng Dangan's shoulder from behind, looked at Zheng Dangan deeply for a long time with a pair of firm eyes, turned around and smiled casually at Tancheng, "Actually, you can't even lean your body." Can play well as well.”

His voice was like the surface of a river that was half rustling and half red at dusk, a ray of setting sun lay flat on the water, and the catkins floating in the wind on the river bank were fluttering, and there was a bit of the strength of weeping willows shaking in his soft voice.

The students in the class all burst into laughter after hearing this, winking and chattering.

"Stop fooling people. The instructor has already said to tilt slightly to the left at an angle of 15 degrees. You are the only one who said that you don't need to tilt. You gave me a perfect ten ring."

"It's just that some people are self-conscious and like to slap their faces swollen to pretend to be fat. If they don't have real skills, they don't have real money, so they don't come out and show off. It's eye-catching for no reason and makes people feel disgusted."

A tall and straight man glanced at Mo Lang from the corner of his eyes as coldly as a blade, and cut Mo Lang's body with a knife, sticking out his tongue, and his words were stinging.

"The fat man bowed his head and confessed. Why did he, Mo Lang, walk over and say such a thing? Usually in class, he likes to walk sideways like a crab, but he didn't admit it today."

Zheng Dan dared to listen to his ears flushed, frowned tightly, his heart was entangled for a while, he suddenly raised his head, a pair of cold eyes stared straight at the gossip woman standing around him who was thinking and thinking. , "Don't talk about Mo Lang, this is all my own business, why do you want to slander a person who studies and lives seriously!"

Mo Lang smiled and bent his eyes like a spring breeze, and said calmly: "It's okay, I don't care, if others don't believe it, we will show them the facts and let them slap themselves in the face severely." .”

After Mo Lang finished speaking word by word, he stretched out his slender white wrists to wrap his arms around his broad shoulders, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up in a breathtaking arc, patting his shoulders to indicate that he should be with him. come over.

At this time, Zheng Dan dared to be like a little lamb being protected. Even though he was besieged on all sides and might end up committing suicide in the Wujiang River, he was still very grateful that there was such a ray of light above his head in the dark night at his most desperate moment. It shot down, and that beam of light was Mo Lang, making his impetuous heart calm and warm.

Walking to the gun and standing outside the yellow line in front of the target, Mo Lang embraced Zheng Dangan from behind, held his left hand with his left hand, and held his trembling right hand tightly with his right hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Mo Lang's clear eyes were full of galaxies and stars, covering the sun and the moon.

Raised Zheng Dangan's right hand, turned his face sideways, stared at the gun with eagle-like sharp eyes, aimed at the gun, manually loaded the bullet, squinted his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there seemed to be a laser from Mo Lang's eyes shot straight to the red heart in the target of the gun. In a split second, Mo Lang pulled Zheng Dangan's trembling index finger with his right index finger, and pulled the trigger of the pistol. The bullets flew towards the target of the gun as if filled with blood.

For a moment, it seemed that the air around him was stagnant. Mo Lang's heart was fixed like a needle in the sea, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the gun target. In just a moment, Mo Lang Qiushui's lazy eyes showed the appearance of Guo Yulei.