Could It Be Young Master Jie?

Mo Xiaomeng didn't notice the dark change in his eyes, not to mention how close his tall body was to her, so much so that his manly scent had been engulfing her.

Her focus was on the enemies. As she peered out from the gap between the wooden box and the tree trunk, she said to him, "They're getting closer!"

Song Shijun was closer to Mu Xiaoxiao and asked curiously. "Xiaoxiao, why is Xiaomeng so accurate? It seems like she's even better than you!"

Mu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him.

The enemies were coming, and he still had time for this?

She thought for a moment and replied perfunctorily, "She played more of these games so she's more experienced."

She couldn't simply tell him that Mo Xiaomeng had played with more guns then he had shot bullets, could she?

Moreover, the ones that Mo Xiaomeng played with were real guns, unlike these powder bullets that wouldn't even hurt when hit.