Ning Hao ended this link, helped the quiver behind him, and walked towards the opposite side, his originally lowered eyebrows seemed to feel something, and suddenly lifted, just in front of Wuxian's handsome and unparalleled face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's you......" he remembered her.

The face of the innocent is placed in the crowd, and it will always belong to the kind that is unforgettable. What's more, she had helped him when he was at his most embarrassing.

However, when he got closer, he found that her expression was not very good-looking.

"You ......" He had just finished speaking, and before he could finish it, he was interrupted by her sharply.

"Stop!" Her tone was eager and stern.

Stop it? What hands do you hold? Who to stop?

Innocent's eyes stared at him, and that look made him feel a sense of fear in his heart, but he obviously didn't do anything.

Ning Hao was still reflecting on what he had done wrong, and he felt empty behind him, and hurriedly reached out to touch it, but the quiver was empty, and not a single arrow was there, which made his face pale with fright.

When I looked back, I saw the two people, and my brows were furrowed, "It's you ...... again."

The scoundrel hippie smiles of the two small families walked up to Ning Hao and winked at him, "Yo, isn't this our Young Master Ning, it's really fateful, we meet again, hahahaha." As he spoke, the eight arrows in his hand dangled between his fingers, crumbling.

At the beginning of the archery competition, there is a major premise, one person carries ten arrows, passes three levels in a row, and the challenge is considered a failure if the arrows are used up or the arrows fall to the ground.

Ning Hao reached out to grab the arrow in the hand of one of the scoundrels, and shouted, "Give me back the arrow!" ”

As soon as the man raised his hand, he took advantage of his height and casually made him pounce. The other pushed him away, "What are you yelling about, who said this arrow is yours?" Who saw it? ”

Everyone else is watching the game, worrying about themselves, and no one cares about the farce here. Even if someone sees it, they are all silently watching, and they don't plan to stop it, after all, if they can have one less evenly matched opponent, they will have one more hope of winning.

"Oh, so this arrow is yours, I'm sorry, I'll give it back to you." The corner of the scoundrel's mouth holding Ning Hao's arrow in his hand hooked up a cruel smile, his palm spread out, and the eight iron feather long arrows shone brightly. He pretended to be generous and stretched out his hand to return it to him, but the moment he stretched out, he backhanded downward, and eight arrows fell towards the ground like rapidly falling meteors.

"Don't!"

Ning Hao's eyes were red, and he wanted to pounce on him to grab the arrow, but he was grabbed by another person, pulling his hair.

"I'm so sorry that I accidentally slipped my hand and I didn't have any arrows to participate in the competition." The scoundrel said lightly to Ning Hao's almost crazy face.

The two scoundrels looked at each other and looked up to the sky and laughed.

Unfortunately, the smug laughter didn't last long before someone suddenly appeared.

"Enough laughing?" A slender white figure was as fast as a ghost, flashing behind the two of them for a second, and before they could react to what was going on, they felt a light behind them, and when they realized that something was wrong, it was too late, and both quivers fell into the hands of others.

"Ahh My hand! The person who clamped Ning Hao not only missed the quiver, but there was a sharp pain in his hand, so painful that he let go of Ning Hao, didn't care about anything else, and held his hand and blew violently.

Ning Hao felt that someone behind him grabbed his clothes, and he pushed back hard, and he pounced behind the other party.

"Stand still." Although the other party's voice revealed a coldness, he heard the warmth hidden under the coldness, and there was a strange palpitation in his heart.