Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

At this time, the other side.

Tong Xiyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Ning Fanxing was taken away by Fan Ling. He stood a hundred meters away from the live target, picked out a particle gun that looked similar to the one he had stolen, and said to Fan He, "Your Highness, teach me."

After spending a few days together, Fan He had become immune to the words he took for granted.

He sat on a chair nearby and shook the wine glass in his hand. "How do I teach you?"

Tong Xiyuan didn't understand why he was drinking in the training ground, frowned and said, "Teach me the same way you teach others."

Fan He's eyes slowly passed over his thin forearm, and a vague smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

He raised his hand and said to an aide beside him, "Bring me the whip."

The adjutant was startled. He looked at the omega who was the emperor's husband, then at the prince who didn't seem to be joking, and took out a long whip made of animal skin with confusion.

After taking it, Fan He stretched it with his hand, then slammed the whip to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The sound was harsh.

Tong Xiyuan glanced at the marks on the ground and regretted it a little. "Your Highness, why are you using a whip?"

Is it necessary to use a whip when teaching people target practice?

Fan He stood up and walked to a position half a meter away from him, looking over Tong Xiyuan's shoulder at the moving live targets opposite him, "If you miss once, I'll hit you."

Tong Xiyuan bit his lip and wanted to ask if the teaching method could be changed, but Fan He hit him on the lower back with a whip.

The man urged, “Hit him.”

Tong Xiyuan straightened his back involuntarily, took a deep breath, recalled the theoretical knowledge taught by 999, closed one eye and aimed at a target.

"Bang" sound.

The slight recoil of the particle gun made Tong Xiyuan's fingers numb. He opened his eyes and looked forward. The particle laser hit the wall behind the live target, leaving a big hole with wisps of smoke coming out.

Tong Xiyuan turned his head and curled his lips towards Fan He, "Your Highness, the shot missed."

Of course Fan He knew that he missed the target. When Tong Xiyuan was aiming, he knew it would miss. His technique is not as good as that of the new soldiers.

Tong Xiyuan put down the particle gun. He was too embarrassed to argue with Fan Hela in front of his adjutant, so he could only ask in a low voice: "Can you try again?"

He knew what went wrong. The live target was moving too fast and it took 0.01 seconds for the laser to arrive. He forgot to calculate the time difference and missed the target.

"No." Fan He folded the long whip in half and held it in his palm, tapping Tong Xiyuan's forearm with one end, "Hit again, I'll save it for you, and it will be reset if you hit me."

Tong Xiyuan was delighted, "Okay."

Then what followed was the overwhelming sound of particle gun firing.

The Leviathan soldiers who were training in another field looked at each other in bewilderment. What was going on today? Why were there gunshots on the left and the right? Were their Highness and Second Highness too relaxed?

Tong Xiyuan had a high level of comprehension and hit the edge of the target when he fired his second shot, but no matter how hard he shot afterwards, he couldn't hit the bull's eye.

This won't work, Tong Xiyuan lowered his eyes, a thin layer of sweat had seeped out of the tip of his nose due to his concentration on training.

He put down the particle gun and looked at Fan He who had returned to his chair to drink. "Your Highness, please teach me how to aim."

Fan He raised his eyes with a bit of drunkenness, threw the long whip casually to the adjutant, and said, "Get out."

Tong Xiyuan was stunned, "Go out and teach?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the adjutant saluted Fanhe and left with a long whip.

It turned out that he was not talking to himself. A trace of embarrassment flashed across Tong Xiyuan's face.

Fan He stood up and hugged Tong Xiyuan from behind, took out the gun from his waist and put it in his hand. He held Tong Xiyuan's hand and raised it while whispering: "This is the same as yours."

Tong Xiyuan pressed his back against his hard chest for two seconds, then suddenly turned his head and his nose hit Fan He's chin. He cried out in pain, and his nasal cavity instantly felt physiological pain, and tears came out.

"When did you know?" Tong Xiyuan asked while holding back tears.

Fan He looked down at him, his wet eyes fixed on him, filled with confusion.

He reached out and wiped away the tears from Tong Xiyuan's eyes, "Behave yourself outside."

"..."

Tong Xiyuan didn't get an answer, but he felt much more at ease. Fan He didn't ask him to return the gun, which meant that he tacitly allowed him to take it, and it would be his from now on.

Someone pinched his chin, and Tong Xiyuan came back to his senses, and heard Fan He's voice coming from above his head.

"Look ahead."

"Oh."

For the entire day, Tong Xiyuan was in the training ground chasing after Fan He to teach him things.

I learned how to shoot, how to fire, how to operate a starship, how to avoid meteorites...

Although he didn't learn all of it, it became much easier to get started when he combined it with the theoretical knowledge he had learned before.

Ning Fanxing was sent back to the villa by Fan Ling early, so Tong Xiyuan and Fan He were the only ones there on the return trip.

Tong Xiyuan was massaging Fan He's wrist, and his flattering tone was very obvious, "Your Highness, you have worked hard."

Fan He supported his brow with one hand and closed his eyes for a nap. When he heard his words, he hummed softly.

It is not hard to teach people, but it is hard to endure and not bite people.

He suspected that Tong Xiyuan was about to enter her estrus period, otherwise why would he be able to smell the faint scent of grass all day long.

However, in order to please him, the omega was able to humble himself and learn military knowledge, so he didn't blame this little trick of seduction.

Tong Xiyuan didn't know that he had made up so many things in his mind, and asked expectantly: "Then you will teach me tomorrow?"

"No." Fan He refused firmly.

Tong Xiyuan was startled and immediately let go of his wrist.

The gentle massage force disappeared, Fan He opened his eyes, and was about to speak when he noticed Zhi's brain shaking twice.

He raised his wrist and found that it was a message from his most trusted subordinate.

[Your Highness, the previous blood test report is out. In addition, the doctor re-analyzed the compatibility of your pheromones with Mr. Tong and found that the reason for your coma each time was only in the blood. You can rest assured to mark Mr. Tong, there will be no safety issues. ]

Scroll down and you will see the lengthy test report.

Fan He scanned it roughly and turned directly to the last page of test results, which read: [The first blood sample contained a trace of toxins, but it disappeared quickly. The second blood sample was normal. The initial speculation is that the abnormality was caused by the combination of the two blood samples, which cannot be explained by current medical science.]

Fan He turned off the intelligent brain, unable to explain?

His eyes fell on Tong Xiyuan. The first sample of blood was taken from him on the day he fell into a coma. Indeed, he woke up very quickly and the toxins were metabolized. The second sample of blood was taken secretly from Tong Xiyuan at night, and the test results were completely normal.

Fan He was puzzled. How could completely normal blood be poisonous in his mouth? Could it be that he was allergic to Tong Xiyuan's blood?