Chapter 259: Xiao Yichen's Talent

The villa manor covers an area of ​​1,000 square meters and is located in the southwest corner. It is a huge indoor shooting gallery.

For Xiao Yichen, Mu Yazhe has always been willing to devote his efforts to cultivation.

When Xiao Yichen just learned to walk, he threw the child into the special training camp to observe the special training of soldiers.

When he was young, Mr. Mu also trained him in the same way. Every summer, he would be thrown into the special training camp for special training.

Under the influence of Mu Yazhe, Xiao Yichen developed a strong interest in firearms and fighting at a young age.

At the age of two, when other children were still babbling, Xiao Yichen was able to assemble and unload all kinds of guns and ammunition with a pacifier in his mouth.

Even Old Man Mu couldn't help but be amazed!

A child of the same age as him may still be trying to learn to speak. He is somewhat gifted. He likes to paint and draw on white paper, and he is still obsessed with interesting toys. His genes, he doesn't like dancing and writing, but he is very obsessed with fighting and firearms.

When he was five years old, he officially entered the military camp, and he was very excited about the heavy training instead of complaining.

Grandpa Mu was amazed, this child, compared to Mu Yazhe when he was young, not only is not inferior, on the contrary, he is better than blue.

In the villa manor, not only a fencing hall was set up, but also an archery hall, a shooting range, and a fighting arena, all of which were prepared for Xiao Yichen.

At this moment, the archery hall.

Silent.

It was so quiet that even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be heard.

Wearing a handsome and neat protective suit, Xiao Yichen stood upright, holding a heavy bow and arrow in his hand, holding his breath, focused on aiming at the archery target a hundred meters away, his fingers clasping the bowstring.

With a sound of "咻", the arrow from the string seems to be mixed with the potential of thunder, and the calcium carbide spark arrow is fired in an instant, accurately penetrating the red heart.

"Little Master..."

Behind him, the nanny who came in a hurry has been waiting behind him for a long time. When he saw him put down his bow and arrow, he said softly, "Master and young lady are calling for you to have breakfast."

As if he had not heard of it, Xiao Yichen turned around with a cold expression, removed the equipment from his body expressionlessly, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked, "Did Daddy come back last night?"

"Back to the young master, the young master didn't come back last night."

"Oh."

Xiao Yichen frowned slightly, and his eyes were a little lonely. After a long silence, he picked up the towel handed by the servant and wiped the fine sweat from his face.

"Don't eat, tell Grandpa and Mommy that I have no appetite."

In the cold words, it was revealed that he was a little lost at the moment.

The nanny said with a worried look: "Little Master, if you don't have breakfast, Master will be worried. If you don't eat breakfast, it will be bad for your health."

"Then prepare a copy for me and bring it to my study." Xiao Yichen said coldly, walked out of the archery hall, and left.

The nanny behind him looked at his stern Bei Ying and sighed slightly.

This little bit of temperament, father and son are really exactly the same.

However, she had no other choice, so she hurried to report it, and hurriedly arranged a well-prepared early delivery to the study.