I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

Satisfied with his expression, Kiana raised a delicate finger.

"By the way, in the process of learning the gun fighting technique, there is one more thing to pay attention to."

"It's also the most important point."

"Please say!"

Yan sat upright and looked at her seriously, as if he was a good student who obediently listened to the lecture.

"Remember to clean up the battlefield after training, collect all these shell casings and throw them in the trash can."

Qiyana exhorted: "Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility."

The second after she finished speaking, several steaming bullet casings fell from the sky and hit her on the head, and one of them fell into the underside of her low-necked skirt by coincidence, embracing it in her rounded and puffy body. between.

"Ah! It's so hot!"

Qiyana was so excited that she couldn't help jumping up.

97: Flirting between husband and wife (forced truth)

Time passed silently.

At dusk, the clouds in the sky were dyed a fiery red, rendering the sky an orange-red color, as if burning.

Under the setting sun, two gust-like phantoms intertwined and collided in the huge training ground, vaguely accompanied by howling wind and awe-inspiring shouts.

The strong wind blew the dust all over the ground into the sky like a tornado, but was torn apart by a sharp kick the next moment.

boom!

Qiyana saw the timing, and kicked Yaen's chest with a precise kick, with great force!

Yann was caught off guard, his eyes widened as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he flew backwards uncontrollably. Land firmly on the ground.

He got up quickly and looked around intently, but he didn't find any sign of Qiyana.

It's as if it just disappeared out of thin air!

Yan narrowed his eyes, as if he had noticed something, he suddenly raised his head.

Then, a pure white figure caught his eyes and descended from the sky!

"ended!"

Boom-!

With the help of the gravity of the fall and her own strength, Qiyana pressed Yan under her body, and the black muzzle of the gun was on his head, declaring victory.

Yan raised his hands decisively, signaling surrender.

"you win."

The moment he said these words, he felt an indescribable pain from all over his body, as if every cell in his body was whining, and even his breathing was a bit difficult.

The pain accumulated during the battle erupted the moment his will was relaxed, swallowing him like a raging flood.

Yan couldn't help but gasped, completely limp on the ground, his face pale.

It can be said that he was being beaten unilaterally in this battle, and he was almost powerless to fight back.

Although purely in terms of lethality, he is comparable to the S-rank Valkyrie, but in terms of actual combat experience and combat skills, he may not even be as good as the bottom B-rank Valkyrie.

This feeling is similar to that of a child holding Barrett. No matter how powerful Barrett is, a kid who doesn't even have the strength to pull the bolt still pulls the trigger.

Ian lay on the ground panting, the sweat on his cheeks slid down his neck, his throat was a little thirsty.

It has been more than an hour since the two of them sparred, and during this hour or so, he has been in an endless cycle of being beaten, beaten, and beaten again.

If the experience in Florence hadn't made him strong enough, he would have fainted from the pain by now.

Even so, he grinned in pain.

"You are really ruthless."

Yan barely raised his head and looked at the devil's fiancee who was squatting aside and staring at him with a smile, his voice hoarse.

"I'm doing this for your own good too."

Qiyana spread her hands innocently: "Pain is the best and fastest way to remember. I have given you all the essence of gun fighting, and the rest can only be accumulated by yourself in actual combat."

"No matter how I say it, I have practiced gun fighting for so many years. I can see through your flaws at a glance, and I can conduct targeted training, so I can ensure that every shot will leave a solid mark on you. If this If you were someone else, you might have suffered a lot of beatings for nothing!"

Yann naturally knew it well, so he just complained casually after the end.

In the short one-hour battle just now, he felt that he had gained a lot of experience. Although his mind was still in a mess at this time, he believed that he could calm down and sort it out in the dead of night. Speed, perhaps jumped from LV0 to LV1.

"But I didn't expect you to be quite strong, and you were beaten for an entire hour without saying a word."

Qiyana stretched vigorously, as if she had completely wiped away the pressure accumulated in the past few days, her expression was like a spring breeze: "I am very happy, thank you! Mr. Fiance~"

"Ha ha."

Yan glanced at her with a sneer, and silently wrote down the account in his heart.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Are you planning to secretly take revenge on me in the future?"

Kiyana looked suspicious, she stretched out her delicate fingers, and poked Yan's chest.

The severe pain spread in an instant, and the pain made Yaen tremble.

"How dare I, I'm just afraid that I will offend you by accidentally saying the wrong thing and make you unhappy!"

He patted Kiyana's troubled fingers away angrily, and gave her a blank look.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Kiyana glared at Yan, and said dissatisfiedly: "Besides, I kindly didn't slap you in the face to disfigure you! If it was Honkai Beast, I can kick its face right into it!"

"Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness."

Yan took a deep breath, slowly supported his body and sat up, and licked his dry lips.

The more than an hour of fighting had exhausted his physical strength astonishingly, and even his water was slightly lacking, like a salted fish washed ashore by the tide.

"Give you."

Suddenly a cold touch was attached to his face, and Ian subconsciously reached out to catch it, and then realized that the thing in his hand was a bottle of mineral water.

"I know you're thirsty, but remember not to drink too much in one go."

Kiyana took out a bottle of water from nowhere and handed it to him, without forgetting to remind her.

Yaen unscrewed the bottle cap and raised his head to drink, the moist water spread in his mouth, making him thirsty, but he kept in mind Kiyana's advice.

After probably replenishing enough water, Ian put down the water bottle and returned it to her.

He opened his mouth, just as he was about to say something.

With a casual glance in her eyes, she found that Qiyana raised her head and fed the rest of the water into her mouth as if nothing had happened, and she didn't dislike the bottle mouth he touched before.

Yan was stunned, and watched her drink up the remaining water in one gulp, then casually threw the empty bottle into the trash can in the distance, hitting the bull's-eye.

After doing this, Kiyana let out a breath slowly, and when she turned her head, she saw Yan who was staring at her stupidly, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She casually pulled a strand of soft fine hair behind her ears, revealing her delicate and small ears.

Yan shook his head in a daze. It is not an exaggeration to say that the action just now was an indirect kiss, but Kiyana acted as if nothing happened.

I don't know if I really didn't notice it, or if I noticed it but didn't care.

"Okay, don't be stupid, turn around."

She suddenly took out a small bottle from behind, and there was a dark green thick liquid flowing inside.

"What are you doing again?"

Ian was a little wary.

"If you don't care about the bruises on your body, you may lie in bed in pain all day tomorrow!"

Qiyana lifted his shirt involuntarily, seeing the bruises almost all over his body, her voice was rare and gentle: "I'll apply the medicine for you, it may hurt a little at first, bear with it."

Yann originally wanted to say why it hurts to apply the medicine, but then he thought it was Qiyana who said it... Then it might really be 'a little pain'.

He suddenly became apprehensive, like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed.

Kiyana dipped some ointment on a cotton swab, and then gently applied it on Yan's body, with a serious expression.

The moment the cotton swab touches the skin, the cool touch is transmitted to the nerve center accompanied by a strong tingling, and the cold flame burns the skin.

Yan gritted his teeth and tensed his muscles, his whole body became much stiffer, obviously enduring the pain.

He was in a bit of misery, it was fine if he was beaten during the battle, but why did he have to suffer even for applying medicine?

"Does it hurt?"

Kiyana's voice was soft, like a breeze.

"Better than hitting me with the butt of your gun."

Ion seemed to squeeze the words through his teeth.

"Can you stop holding grudges like that, thanks to the fact that you are still a big man."

Although Qiyana said so, she was still very gentle with the work in hand, and her eyes were very focused: "If you can't help it, you can call out, I won't laugh at you."

Yan clenched his fists silently, breathing heavily.

A layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, his golden hair clinging to it, his expression so stubborn.

Even if Qiyana couldn't see his face, she could still imagine him trying to endure the pain.

"Speaking of which, although we are an unmarried couple in name, I don't seem to know you at all, and I don't even know your past."

"My past is actually quite ordinary."

Yan was panting. He was just an ordinary person in the past, and there was really nothing worth talking about.

"Anyway, if you're idle, you're idle. Why don't you tell me about it? It's like listening to a story."

"Then what do you want to hear?"

"Well...I think about it."