Feng Wuwu's face turned green, and he raised his eyes and glared at him fiercely.

It's really a toast and don't eat, eat and punish wine!

In her previous life, since she became the head of the four mercenaries of the mercenary group, no one dared to make a mistake in front of her.

Although she can't beat Jun Moran for the time being, she firmly believes that in the near future, she will definitely be able to beat Jun Moran and cry.

Jun Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and met Feng Wuwu's sharp eyes.

When his dark eyes swept towards her, he also maintained a lofty posture, like looking down on an ant, just one glance, and it was clear which was better and which was lost.

"Regent, you mean you don't want to love me?"

Feng Wuwu tilted his head, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes, and a hint of murder in his anger.

The corners of Jun Mo's lips were slightly raised, and a lazy voice slowly came into her ears, "Feng Wuwu, you can't afford the love of this king." ”

"So powerful?"

Feng Wuwu snorted lightly, her hands were clasped around her chest, and her narrow peach blossom eyes were a little bantering.

Jun Moran didn't say a word, and carried Feng Wuwu's back collar with ease, walked through the verandah, and then passed through the hall of carved beams and paintings, until his vision suddenly opened up, and then he threw Feng Wuwu to the ground.

Feng Wuwu held the ground with both hands, and his palms were slightly painful from the sharp grit.

She looked around in confusion, until she caught a glimpse of the grass target a hundred meters away, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

"Lord Regent, the love in your mouth shouldn't be shooting me like an arrow?"

"Get up! Stand in front of the target. ”

Jun Moran casually took down the longbow on the landing platform, and coldly drank the frightened Feng Wuwu.

"There are grass targets, why do you have to play tricks on me?" Feng Wuwu was angry and murderous.

Jun Moran was particularly annoyed when he sensed the murderous aura on Feng Wuwu's body.

Although he always wanted to play tricks on her, he never tried to be ruthless.

Even if she hugged and fell, she didn't touch her real character, for fear of breaking her fragile skeleton.

Unexpectedly, her tolerance was exchanged for her menacing murderous aura.

"This king doesn't like to be strong. You can decide for yourself. Jun Moran grimaced his face and shot ten arrows at the grass target in succession.

Feng Wuwu stood beside him, and the murderous aura around him suddenly dispersed as he drew his bow and arrows.

I have to say that Jun Moran's archery posture is really sultry.

She looked at him close at hand in a daze, with a tall and extraordinary figure, and she felt like she was covering the sky and the sun in front of her.

It's a pity that archery is too bad!

Of the ten arrows, only one of them hit the outer edge of the grass target.

Seeing this, Feng Wuwu instantly understood the deep meaning of Jun Mo Dyeing.

He asked her to be a humanoid target, just thinking about tricks to torture and kill himself.

"Regent, what is the other option besides being a humanoid target?" She tilted her head slightly and asked in an unkind tone.

"If you don't want to accompany this king to practice arrows, don't blame this king for being unkind, and personally hand you over to Beili Zuoxiang."

"Accompaniment! It's just a matter of practicing archery, and let the horse come. ”

Compared with accompanying him to practice archery, Feng Wuwu was even more reluctant to return to Beili.

She didn't want to see the ugly face of her cheap father who sold his "son" for glory, nor did she want to see the hypocritical face of her mother Qiu's hypocrisy, and she didn't want to see the pampered and arrogant Beitang Liyin.

Feng Wuwu drooped his head, slowly moved to the grass target, and shouted at Jun Mo Ran with his throat pulled, "Dignified Regent, don't practice the arrow." Take aim! ”

Phew-

Woooo

………

As soon as Feng Wuwu's voice fell, he saw dozens of arrows coming towards his heart, and the arrows hit his chest.

"You immortal banban!"

In addition to being stunned, Feng Wuwu turned around and held the grass target in his arms, and ran away.