Ximen Fei was wearing a cotton cloak that was half old and not new, and a black felt hat.

Little the tip of the eyebrows and slightly raise your chin.

It is still the same as before, and it is casual and proud.

"Mr. Ximen." Zhao Cong waited for him to approach and bowed.

Ximen Fei was an inch shorter than him and wanted to look up at him.

But Ximen Fei looked down on this young man who lost his memory and chaotic again.

He was unwilling to look up at Zhao Cong, so he stood on tiptoe, with his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "It turns out that the prince is here. Your Highness is waiting here, what advice can you give?"

Zhao Cong is not confused now, and understands in his heart why Ximen Fei has such a proud expression.

He decided to kill Ximen Fei's aura.

"I heard that Mr. Ximen has excellent eyesight and is a sharpshooter. How about we have a competition?" Zhao Cong said with a smile.

Ximen Fei narrowed his eyes, what?

This fool dares him to compete?

Oh, is this trying to slap in the face?

Anyway, let's help you.

Ximen Fei nodded, "It's still early to eat, so let's compare? What to compare?"

Zhao Cong tilted his head and thought for a while, "I don't know what kind of place there is in the village, suitable for competitions. If you are familiar with this place, please set rules and find a venue."

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Chapter completed!