Chu Ning, who saw Xiao Lan's level, was even more eager to try, although this is something that practice makes perfect, but it also has to be talented, Chu Ning really wanted to see if he had this talent, so he steadied himself, took a look, and the bamboo arrow in his hand flew out.

Chu Ning originally didn't hold out any hopes, but just now she felt that the moment she shot was a little off, but what she didn't expect was that a wonderful arc of the bamboo arrow actually passed through the ear of the pot and hung on the pot.

Fang Yiyuan, who was originally stunned, couldn't get his jaw back this time, what the hell is going on with these two people?

He still knows what Xiao Xiaoying's skills are, and it is not surprising that Wen Renxiao has made a lot of progress this time, and although Xiao Lan made her unexpected, but if you think about it, a girl with such a temperament must have a good upbringing and excellent living conditions to cultivate, so it is not impossible to far surpass others in pot throwing skills.

But! Why did Chu Ning, who threw the pot for the first time, actually hit the "piercing ear" once, it was simply not a human life! Just now he taught others to come..... think about it for the first time, but he didn't even have a pot next to it!

Chu Ning touched his nose and smiled embarrassedly: "Luck! I was aiming at the mouth of the pot, but I actually threw it into the ear of the pot." ”

Looking at Xiao Xiaoying's expression that seemed to be smiling or not, that meant to say: You should be humble! Who believes it!

Chu Ning was helpless, she was really aiming at the spout!

However, there is a good saying, "luck" is also a kind of strength, who said that forgot.......

The battered Second Prince Fang was also embarrassed to teach Chu Ning anymore, and went back to the table to drink tea, looking at the appearance of the cow drink, if there was wine, it was estimated that he would have to borrow wine to drown his sorrows.

Chu Ning hit this side, and said in his heart that it was impossible to be unhappy, so he continued to throw, but no foundation is no foundation, and then he only shot a few times, what kind of "piercing" or something, then don't think about it, but Chu Ning is already very satisfied, this is not bad.

Fang Yiyuan, who was watching from the side, felt a little comforted, and his self-confidence slowly returned, otherwise he probably wouldn't have thrown pots in the future.

Chu Ning was also a little tired after drinking a lot of tea, and after drinking a lot of tea, he planned to go to the thatched house, Le Qiu naturally wanted to follow, and the people here were not familiar with the place, so it was better to be careful.

The master and servant came out, and Le Qiu asked the location of the small thatched house at the door, and followed Chu Ning in the direction that the little servant pointed to.

As he passed by a box with a half-open door, he heard the exclamation of a girl inside: "Ah! What are you doing, Childe?"

A man who spoke Qinglian dialect inside said in a rude voice: "You are here, and you still ask what you want to do!" and then laughed and said, "Could it be that you Qinglian women like this tune?"

"Let go of me! I'm not that kind of, ah~" The female voice hurriedly defended, and before she could finish speaking, she screamed again, followed by the sound of the cloth tearing.

The man laughed and said, "This is delicious!"

Chu Ning couldn't understand it at this time, it was estimated that this man mistook this girl for **, and without thinking about it, he slammed open the half-hidden door.

A slender girl inside was lying on the table on her back, and her hands were held and fixed on her head by a strong, dark-skinned big man with one hand, and the big man was tearing her clothes with the other hand, but the big man didn't seem to be used to this button, and he couldn't untie it with one hand, so he tore it directly, and the girl's pink underwear was suddenly exposed.