"Stupid boy, look, this is called archery. Now I have time to return it if I see the difficulties..."

Before the young master finished speaking the word "Oh", he suddenly widened his mouth...

I saw the pink-faced young man in front of me pulling his bow and arrow in a quick manner. With a "swoosh--" the arrow feathers shot out, and in the blink of an eye, they passed through the branches and nailed to the target there. The speed was so fast that I felt a phantom appear in front of me...

Then he stared at the target and was stunned.

I saw that the arrow feather was wearing not two leaves, but many pieces. Moreover, when the arrow feather was nailed to the target, it squeezed and dropped the arrow feathers that were originally shot out by the little prince and were wearing two leaves and thin and thin, and it was squeezed to the ground...

His arrow feather covered with green clothes stood proudly in the center of the red target, forming a sharp contrast with the arrow feathers wearing two uncovered green clothes on the ground. It was full of impact and the picture was very eye-catching.

The young men stared at the scene, as if they were collectively lit with acupuncture points, dumbfounded and shocked by lightning...

grass……

What is this strange situation?

Why do you feel like this brat wins?

First of all, he wears so many leaves!

Secondly, he forced the little prince's arrow feather to the ground!

But how could he, a stinky brat with small arms and legs, win the little prince who shot all over Shengjing?

I must have read it wrong, well, I read it wrong!

The young men twisted their thighs together, wow, it hurts!

A young man couldn't believe it, so he ran forward, took a serious look, and then began to count the leaves worn by the feathers on the target.

"One piece, two piece, three piece, four piece, five piece, six piece, seven piece, eight piece, nine piece..."

Listening to the counting sounds, the crowd took a breath of cold air.

Damn, I actually wore nine leaves!!!

Nine nines return to one, Nine fives, it’s really a good number!

What kind of devil's hand can shoot such an arrow? The people's three views were shattered, and they all stared at Gu Mingzhu with huge eyes.

Gu Mingzhu threw down the bow on her hand, patted her little hand, looked at Situ Leng, and smiled slightly, "Little Prince, I'm sorry, it seems to have beaten you."

Situ Leng originally wanted to play with him, because this skin was pleasing to the eye. It was nothing he could take back to spoil for a few days. Unexpectedly, this brat was still a little capable!

He dared to put his face in public, and he really took the courage of ambition!

He stared at her coldly for a while and sneered, "It's just a shot of an arrow. The young master dares to say that he won Xiao Wang with shamelessness?"

Gu Mingzhu smiled and said, "Yes, this is because my master's words are not rigorous enough. It should be said that in archery, this master beats the little prince. If the little prince is not convinced, we can compete with others!"

Situ Leng threw the big bow in his hand into the servant beside him and said coldly, "Of course we have to compare!"

"Come on, throw a pot!"

Now, if he does not let down the arrogance of this brat, he will not deserve to be the romantic and elegant little prince in the capital!

The young men were originally immersed in the shock of the stinky brat piercing Jiuye with one arrow. When the little prince was about to throw a pot, he became excited again.

"Ahhhh, the little prince is going to throw a pot!"

"Arrow shooting is second, the little prince's throwing pot is unparalleled!"

"That's right, I love watching the little prince throwing a pot with a heroic figure the most!"

"I really met the God of Luck when I went out today. I could actually see the prince throwing a pot in my lifetime!"

“…”

The young men immediately started a new round of flattery.
Chapter completed!