The Witch Was Naughty Again

"Zhuqing, watch carefully. Line up the front sight, rear sight, and target." Zhao Linchuan's voice came from above her head.

His fingers pressed over hers on the trigger as he slowly adjusted the muzzle's direction. From the front sight and rear sight to the bullseye, the three points formed a straight line.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet instantly burst from the chamber with a sharp whistle, flying straight toward the target hanging from the tree.

Thud!

"Ten rings! Dead center!"

Xiao Wu chirped from the side, clapping twice.

Ning Rongrong stood a few steps away, her lips slightly parted as she watched the scene without blinking.

Although she had already witnessed the Soul-Extinguishing Gun's power firsthand, seeing its precise shooting at close range still felt somewhat unbelievable.

She fell silent for a moment before voicing her doubts.

"Brother Lin Chuan, is the Soul-Extinguishing Gun really that easy to use?"

"Yes. For Soul Masters like us, there's practically no barrier to using it," Zhao Linchuan explained from the side. "Even a child who has just awakened their Martial Soul can use it to kill someone."

"It's just a matter of whether they can shoot accurately or not."

As he spoke, he took Zhu Zhuqing's hand again and guided her movements, firing three more shots in succession.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots, three bullets, three holes.

"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings!"

Xiao Wu reported the scores with a smile, hands on her hips as she tilted her head at Zhu Zhuqing.

"How was that, Zhuqing? With my brother teaching you, isn't it much easier?"

"Mm." Zhu Zhuqing answered softly, with a trace of awkwardness in her voice. "With Brother Zhao teaching me, it really is much easier."

"This is only shooting at stationary targets. You still need to learn how to attack living things."

Zhao Linchuan withdrew his hands and stepped back two paces, leaving Zhu Zhuqing's personal space.

He glanced at Xiao Wu, the corner of his lips curling slightly.

"Xiao Wu has plenty of experience in that area. Let her teach you."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up at once. She quickly chimed in, "Yes! That's right! Zhuqing! Come on, come with me!"

"I'll take you to practice attacking moving targets."

"Okay."

Zhu Zhuqing answered, lowering her head as she walked hand in hand with Xiao Wu into the woods.

Her steps were faster than usual, as though she were fleeing from something.

After they left, Ning Rongrong seized the opportunity to step before Zhao Linchuan, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Brother Lin Chuan, isn't it time to teach your other student?"

"Of course."

Zhao Linchuan picked up the Soul-Extinguishing Gun and spun it once in his hand, gesturing for her to turn around.

"Turn around."

Ning Rongrong obediently turned her body, putting her back toward him.

Zhao Linchuan raised both arms and reached them beneath her armpits. His left hand held the front end of the gun barrel, while his right held the hand she used to grip the gun. It was exactly the same position he had used to teach Zhu Zhuqing earlier.

But unlike Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong's body was much slimmer and frailer.

Zhao Linchuan's arms nearly encircled her whole body, like a great bird spreading its wings to shelter its chick.

Ning Rongrong's brows lifted slightly. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, she gently twisted in his embrace and adjusted her stance.

"Hmm?"

Ning Rongrong suddenly felt something pressing against her lower back. Her body stiffened slightly, but she quickly relaxed again.

Not only was she not angry, the corners of her lips even rose as she said in a seductive, teasing tone:

"Brother Lin Chuan, if you teach Rongrong properly, Rongrong will let you eat thick bread~~"

About fifteen minutes later.

"Practice by yourself for now. I'm going to set up the tent." Zhao Linchuan said it casually before turning and leaving.

Ning Rongrong stood where she was, holding the Soul-Extinguishing Gun as she watched Zhao Linchuan's retreating back. Then she suddenly let out a snicker.

"Hahaha."

Looking at his back, she suddenly felt as if her prank had succeeded.

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and thought, Hmph hmph~~ Did he really think it was so easy to take advantage of me?

Serves you right!

The girl had been rubbing herself against him the whole time in his arms, twisting and squirming like a restless little snake.

First, she pretended to feel uncomfortable and adjusted her stance, rubbing against him again and again.

Then, she pretended she could not reach the target and kept rising onto her tiptoes.

Then she pretended to sneeze, throwing her entire body backward and falling straight into his embrace.

Ning Rongrong's rubbing had stirred up Zhao Linchuan's desire so badly that, annoyed, he smacked her butt several times.

But it would have been better if he had not. Once he did, she rubbed against him even more fiercely.

"Hahaha!"

Remembering Zhao Linchuan's angry yet helpless expression, Ning Rongrong could not help laughing again.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

Ning Rongrong aimed at the bullseye and pulled the trigger several times. Empty clicks sounded from the gun chamber. "Click, click, click."

"Huh? I'm out of bullets."

She lowered her head to look at the Soul-Extinguishing Gun in her hand, then raised her eyes toward the tent that had already been set up.

The tent flap was open, revealing the bedding laid out inside and several scattered pillows.

Zhao Linchuan was sitting cross-legged on the bedding, seemingly lost in thought.

Holding the Soul-Extinguishing Gun, she slowly walked over.

Inside the tent.

Ning Rongrong bent down and crawled inside. First, she stood obediently before Zhao Linchuan, then lowered her head slightly and spoke in a voice so soft it seemed like water could be squeezed from it.

"Brother Lin Chuan~~ I'm out of bullets."

"If you're out of bullets, stop practicing for today," Zhao Linchuan said casually. "I happen to be hungry. Where's your thick bread? Take some out for me to eat."

Hmm? He wants to eat my thick bread?

Fine. Let's see how I tease you!

Ning Rongrong's little scheme began clattering away in her heart, a crafty gleam flashing through her eyes.

She had already figured out how to tease Zhao Linchuan.

First, she would torment him until he could not bear it, leaving him restless with longing, burning with desire, unable to sit still. Then, at the most crucial moment, she would tell him who she really was.

Then she would watch him be scared speechless.

What kind of expression would appear on that face?

Shock? Fear? Regret?

Or frustrated resentment, too angry and hateful to vent it?

She wondered whether she might scare him silly~~

Mm... that was the plan!

"Is Brother Lin Chuan hungry?"

Ning Rongrong's voice suddenly became sweet and soft. She lowered her head slightly, two perfectly timed blushes blooming on her cheeks. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked like a shy young girl secretly stealing glances at the one she loved.

Next, she lifted her skirt slightly. Her slender fingers pinched the hem and slowly raised it a little, revealing a small stretch of fair, smooth calf and a delicate ankle.

"But Rongrong's thick bread is meant for her future husband. If you eat it..."

"Wah—! What are you doing!"