Chapter 393 The First Step of Immortality

After Qin Hui came to the gun meeting, he did not tell anyone, did not inform Chu Jing, and did not tell A Miao.

Qin Hui stayed with Zhang Ling all day and taught Zhang Ling and the electric light bulb how to win the night gun.

In the real world, Qin Hui had a very ordinary day. She did not meet anyone who pretended to be slapped in the face, nor did she meet a gangster who wanted to flirt with Zhang Ling. There was no one who gave Qin Hui ten chances to hit him, and there was no one who let Qin Hui step on his face.

Different from people pretending to be slapped in the face everywhere in the novel, the real us spent day after day. Although such a day seems meaningless, Qin Hui enjoys it very much.

Qin Hui's face kept smiling, and he rarely experienced such an unrestrained day. Although Qin Hui can call for wind and rain in the movie, Qin Hui always feels that there is nothing missing when Zhang Ling is around her.

"Bum..... Get off the target....."

"Bum... Get off the target....."

The electronic sound kept ringing, indicating that with the high finger of gunmanship like Qin Hui, the rookie still can't get rid of the fate of the rich rookie.

"Aim carefully, sometimes what you see is not necessarily right, and what you feel is not necessarily wrong! The rookie shoots by aiming, and the master shoots by feeling. Feel your hand, feel your gun!"

Qin Hui stood beside Zhang Ling and rubbed Zhang Ling's wrists. You know, although the pistols of the gun club were to reduce recoil, without Qin Hui's plug-in, Zhang Ling and his wrists would have been swollen long ago.

"Why is it so difficult to hit a ten rings!" Zhang Ling shook the pistol and was so scared that Win Ziye couldn't help taking two steps back.

"With a ten-meter fixed target, ordinary people may not be able to hit the bullseye even for a month in a row. In addition to being patient, talent is actually more important. Qin Hui bowed his head and said that he had said something like this in the Jehovah's church.

"Can you hit it?" Zhang Ling handed the pistol to Qin Hui and asked doubtfully.

Rick's shooting method is a mess, but Zhang Ling doesn't think Qin Hui also has such a good shooting method. Because being a boss is like being a boss in a hotel. Can you say that the owner of a hotel will definitely cook?

"Ha ha, I haven't robbed it for many years, but my gun feeling will not decline at my level!"

Qin Hui took the pistol handed over by Zhang Ling, gently pulled the bolt, and raised the gun unrelentingly.

"Kka..." The bolt clicked. The gun used by Zhang Ling was a women's pistol, and the recoil was small, which also represented poorer stability.

"Bum... Ten rings..."

"Bum bang... Ten rings..."

Qin Hui shot without looking at the target behind him. After emptying the magazine in a row, all the bullets accurately hit the heart.

"No! It's all ten rings!" Zhang Ling stood up in disbelief and checked the position of the bullseye one by one and found that there was a circle on each paper target.

"Awesome!" Looking at Qin Hui, who looked disapproving, Ying Ziye also swallowed his saliva.

"Of course, I started from this!"

Listening to Ying Ziye's words, Qin Hui played with the gun in her hand, with a positive look on her face.

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In the evening, Qin Hui drove Ying Ziye back, and then returned home with Zhang Ling.

"ci....." After returning home, Qin Hui took advantage of Zhang Ling's cooking and took out a freezer from the space. After entering the password, the freezer slowly opened it, which contained three bright red potions.

This is a potion of hope and an angel potion. They come from a little boy called Hope, who can increase people's life expectancy by a thousand years and inspire several novel little powers. For details, please refer to Chapter 231, Hope

Qin Hui skillfully removed the medicine and then put it in a special syringe.

This hope drug is not big, only the size of a little finger, and the serum inside is also only an induction effect. However, although the medicine is inconspicuous, Qin Hui knows that this is a ladder for people to live forever and the first step for Qin Hui to let Zhang Ling live forever.

"Wife, what kind of delicious food do you make?" Qin Hui put the syringe in his sleeve and walked to the kitchen.

Zhang Ling is cooking chicken soup in the kitchen. In fact, Zhang Ling's cooking is not delicious. But Qin Hui thinks that maybe she is cheap, and no matter how delicious Qin Hui cooks you are, she can't eat it.

"Go and wash your hands and eat in a while!" Zhang Ling did not look at Qin Hui, but stared at the pressure cooker with a focused look.

"Hug..." Qin Hui came forward with a bear hug, and then crossed his hands in front of Zhang Ling's chest to hold the pair of ups and downs.

"Go to hell, how old are you and you are not doing it yet!" Zhang Ling slapped Qin Hui's arm with a smile and patted Qin Hui's hand away.

Qin Hui buried her head in Zhang Ling's neck, and a needle appeared on her fingertips while withdrawing her hand.

"Ouch, you pressed my hair!" Qin Hui's speed was very fast, and this syringe was designed by Dr. Manhattan at the beginning. The needle pierced into the skin as if it had been bitten by a mosquito.

Where is it? I'll rub it for you!" Qin Hui's hand rubbed on Zhang Ling's injected neck, and the warm energy in her hand was sent into Zhang Ling's body, giving her an indescribable comfort.

"Listen, go and wash your hands!" Zhang Ling, who was warm all over, moved his neck and said carelessly.

"brush..." The spoon placed next to the pressure cooker with Zhang Ling's action was touched and flew to the ground with a turn in the air.

"Bang..." Zhang Ling grabbed it, and the ceramic spoon was firmly grasped by a pair of jade hands.

"Oh!" Zhang Ling looked at himself and the spoon caught in surprise, with an unbelievable on his face.

"My wife is so awesome!" Looking at the surprised expression on Zhang Ling's face, Qin Hui smiled and said nothing, because Qin Hui just guided Zhang Ling to absorb the essence of life in the serum as soon as possible.

"You know it's awesome! Go and wash your hands. I'll make up for you in the evening, and then squeeze you dry!" Zhang Ling smiled badly and then pushed Qin Hui out of the kitchen.

In this way, Zhang Ling was still looking at the chicken soup. He didn't notice what Qin Hui had done, and he didn't know how many killing and cruel human experiments were contained just now.

Greatness and evil in this world will always coexist, just like the earliest use of medicine.

Qin Hui walked out of the kitchen with a smile, and then came to the bathroom and gently closed the door, because the system had begun to urge him.

"I can't die. I'm still waiting to come back to love my wife!"

Qin Hui in the bathroom glanced at the bedroom through the crack of the door and found a reason for herself to live.

"Ding..... Please prepare to go to the world of biochemical crisis. There is the last cube fragment in this world, and it is not allowed to return to reality before it is found.

"Let the game... Let's start..." Qin Hui was dressed in black, his hands were on his face, and a black sunglasses were worn by him.

In the mirror in the bathroom, there is a man in black standing proudly, with a face that sees through the indifference after life and death.

"The transmission begins..... Real world time pause..."

The cold metal sound of the system was in Qin Hui's ear, and then the light flashed, and Qin Hui was in another world.

There is gray smoke in the sky, and the city stands in the firelight, screaming, crying and shouting, which is like an apocalyptic scene.