In a mountain villa on the outskirts of Xiangcheng, a hunting drama is being staged.

Air-lifted mountains, air-transported wood.

Airlifted beasts, and of course the occasional tame herbivore, all depend on luck.

Inside the open-air fence, everything is exactly like the real thing.

Since this mountain villa can afford this kind of project, it naturally knows the risks brought by this kind of project, lions, tigers and leopards, but these things are all national protected animals. But in order to satisfy "a certain type of people" in this world, such a risk is still worth it. The lodge is only open to special customers on one day of the week.

If you have money, you may not be able to afford to play this kind of game.

In ancient times, hunting was the emperor's favorite thing to play.

A deer suddenly appeared under a tree, its eyes confused and helpless.

"Boom".

Arrows pierced its skull, splattering its brains.

Yang Jinjiang frowned and looked at this scene, he was a pedantic, he was very unaccustomed to this kind of hunting, he didn't even know what the intention of doing this was, could it be that he was greedy for the pleasure of hunting for a while?

But then again, the guy in front of him never seemed to be someone he could understand.

"Don't you think this deer is pitiful?"

Yang Jinjiang asked the person beside him.

Beside him stood a man dressed in black with a bow and arrows on his back. The man seemed to be "younger" than him, with at least a slight resemblance to him, but he was unusually handsome, with deep pupils and a sharpened outline. Only the chin of the fine stubble of the beard slightly betrays his age.

In fact, this person is a year older than Yang Jinjiang.

His brother Yang Jinjiang, Yang Li.

"Pathetic?"

Yang Li raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly laughed: "Do you think it's pitiful?"

Yang Jinjiang bowed.

"You're just like it. Yang Li said with a smile.

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a large arrow from the quiver behind his back.

Yang Jinjiang was a little unhappy, pushed his glasses and said, "Why am I just like it..."

Just as he could finish his sentence, a big guy suddenly popped out of the bushes.

A leopard!

The leopard had been locked in the iron cage for so long, and he was already hungry, and when he saw Yang Jinjiang in front of him, he immediately pounced on him. The latter was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and kicked the ground with his feet again and again, and the mud and dust stained his entire pants, and he was embarrassed.

"Huh"

Yang Li's arrow was impartially inserted into the leopard's eye.

The leopard roared, the momentum of the forward pounce disappeared in an instant, and the left eye was stabbed, it was very smart, and when it saw that the situation was not good, it had already sprouted the idea of retreating, and started the idea of a towering tree next to it.

It's a pity that Yang Li didn't give it such a chance at all.

There was another sound of breaking the air.

The leopard fell to the ground and never got up again...

"Do you still think it's pitiful now?" Yang Li put down the bow and arrow in his hand, put it away, turned around and walked out of the hunting ground, picked up a towel from the table and gently wiped the sweat on his body due to exercise, and said lightly: "Even if I don't kill it, it will soon become the ghost in the mouth of this leopard." ”

“----”

Yang Jinjiang got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and shook his head helplessly.

Although the two are biological brothers, they have never had the same concept...

"Say, what's wrong with me?"

Yang Li sat down, picked up the tea on the table, and drank it slowly.

This pavilion was specially set up outside the iron fence of the hunting ground for resting.

Yang Jinjiang had already slapped the dust on his body up and down at this time, but his action provoked Yang Li to raise a hand and block it in front of his teacup.

After filming the dust, Yang Jinjiang walked into the pavilion and sat on another chair.

"Lu Xiu has come to Xiangcheng. ”

"Poof"

After experiencing the baptism of dust, Yang Jinjiang's pants were once again subjected to the tea squirted by Yang Li. Yes, Yang Jinjiang's words directly caused the tea in Yang Li's mouth to squirt out.

He looked a little excited, put down the teacup and abruptly stood up from his chair: "What about her, is she here too?"

"Nope. Yang Jinjiang shook his head.

"Why..."

Yang Li sat back in his chair, a little lost. As if aware of his gaffe, Yang Li regained his previous indifferent appearance, and suddenly asked, "Where is he there?"

"Yes, in the eighth middle school, with Zhao Qingya's daughter. ”

Yang Li nodded, indicating that he understood.

Yang Jinjiang sighed, he watched the man in front of him change from a playboy to a golden bachelor now. The beautiful ladies in Xiangcheng are willing to bow down under his suit pants like a carp crossing the river, but this man never glances. is almost forty years old, but he has never had the idea of getting married, and the Yang family has fallen out more than once for this reason.

For the sake of the "her" in his mouth...

Yang Jinjiang didn't plan to say anything more, and suddenly pulled out a piece of paper from his arms.

Spread out and place on the table.

"Look at the words on this piece of paper, how about it?" Yang Jinjiang asked with a smile.

On the desktop, there is only one word "will".

Yang Li's attention fell on it, and he was slightly surprised: "This is not what you wrote..."

"Of course I didn't write it, I don't think I can write this kind of momentum..."Yang Jinjiang was slightly ashamed.

Yang Li's interest seemed to be raised. I took the piece of rice paper from the table and looked at it carefully.

"It's the essence!"

After a long time, Yang Li spit out three words.

Putting down the rice paper, Yang Li said, "I can't guess who wrote it, you can say it." ”

"Lu Xiu!"

Yang Li raised his head, and his surprise flashed.

Although he hated Yang Jinjiang's questioning and mysterious way of asking questions to make him guess, this time Yang Jinjiang really achieved his goal---- Yang Li was very surprised, he thought it was from a calligraphy master, but he didn't expect it to be from Lu Xiu.

"I didn't believe it at first, but that's the case---- he is worthy of being Lu Yunyi's son, and he has completely inherited his mother's good words..."Yang Jinjiang said to himself.

"No, no, no. Yang Li glanced at him with disgust: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense---- Lu Xiu's words are not the same style as Lu Yunyi's words at all, Yunyi's words have always been like a castle in the air, fresh and elegant, but Lu Xiu's..."

Yang Jinjiang was a little embarrassed by Yang Li's straightforward reply, and coughed lightly, but still asked curiously, "How is it?"

"The killing is monstrous, and the momentum is like a bamboo!"

Yang Jinjiang was very surprised, he had never heard Yang Li comment on a person like this.

"What do you think of him?"

"Lu Yunyi was born to that man, how far can he go?" Yang Li muttered.

After a while, he faintly spit out four words.

"The talent of the general!"