Leaning on the cold?

Because of Rong Sang's arrival, few people noticed the movement on their side, Bu Yanxi looked at the back of the hidden crowd from afar, and his eyes fell on the two arrows nearby.

Obviously, one of the arrows was supposed to be aimed at him, but was deflected by another, more accurate arrow.

She almost suffered, and she was suddenly afraid.

But why?

Such a terrible and ruthless method must have hated her.

However, she has never heard anything outside the window, does not fight or grab, and studies with peace of mind, so she should not become a thorn in anyone's side.

Could it be...... Missed?

She looked up at the target platform in the distance, and the boy with the bow and arrow was also looking at her, and even from a distance, she could still feel the malice in his eyes.

It's clearly deliberate.

The figure of Yi Shihan appearing in time came to mind, as well as the sentence "It's better to see me at school in the future, it's better not to see it, it's for your good." ”

He seemed to know everything about what was coming.

But it's impossible for them to target her just because they met, right?

Bu Yanxi frowned slightly and opened her eyes indifferently.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wuwu, who was nervous, finally noticed her abnormality, but asked puzzledly.

"It's fine." She smiled and glanced at the target again, "I was almost bitten by a vicious mosquito." ”

didn't notice the sick words in her words, Jiang Wuwu only felt squeamish, "In summer, there must be a lot of mosquitoes, just go back and spray some flower water." ”

"Huan Chu, you're a little too much."

On the other side, Yi Heng reminded his younger brother lightly.

"I'm just scaring her." Yi Huanchu retracted his gaze to look at the girl, but said disdainfully, "I'm aiming at her ear, even if that evil seed doesn't make a move, I can't hurt her, but ......" He took the arrow and paused sadly, "I didn't expect that evil seed to care about her so much, it's an unexpected gain." ”

Another shot went off the string, only this time, at the opposite target.

Syllable.

"But he won't get anything."

As the arrow hit the bull's-eye, he lowered his bow and arrow, squinted at the slightly swaying arrow in the dazzling sunlight, and a dark light of calculation was fleeting.

"I also don't allow him to get anything, especially feelings."