Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

They only shoot a bunch of helpless guys, they're worthless.

If you throw them on the battlefield, they will be fucked.

Dongfang Tuo couldn't help but think of the world-famous battle in Northern Xinjiang, the scene of riding a purple shirt, standing awe-inspiringly in front of tens of thousands of enemy troops, and taking the life of the general without fear.

That picture is the real peerless elegance, and that is the real hero.

Dongfang Tuo's heart was ups and downs, thinking of the picture of the purple clothes facing the wind, he admired him infinitely, but he couldn't help but feel melancholy.

Because he felt that after returning to Beijing, Mi Xue no longer exuded the amazing aura of the battlefield. Seeing her being held up by the stars, her face was full of joy, and she became more beautiful and noble, but she felt more vulgar. The strength of character seemed to have disappeared from her body.

He really hoped that he could see her once again.

"The eighth prince seems to look down on our vulgar game, so don't force it." Yang Zhan was a little embarrassed, if the second person dared to mock him like this, hmph, he would have killed him a long time ago.

But this cousin has a noble status, so naturally he can't be offended, and the relationship between them is not good. Seeing that the eighth prince seems to be depressed recently, he thought of pulling him to play and win over his feelings, but who knew he would hit the iron plate.

Soon the preparations for the game were almost ready, and the maid held out silver basins with a row of ten arrows on them.

And the sons and brothers who participated in the competition also gathered around the bow of the boat, while the others watched enthusiastically.

"I'll come first." Yang Zhan picked up an arrow, drew the bow and pointed it at the front of a lot of river lanterns in the distance, his bloodthirsty eyes flashed with excitement, and as soon as he released his hand, the arrow flew out , flew straight to the river lantern that was flying forward.

Yang Zhan is a master in playing, but average in literature and martial arts, a playboy, ignorant and incompetent.

So the arrow method is not very good, the arrow is obviously shot crooked.The pig and dog friends on the boat all laughed jokingly.

"Brother Yang, your shot is skewed and you can't hit the light, but you can definitely hit the man."

"Haha, Brother Yang must have done it on purpose. It's called a good start. It's exciting to see people dying with blood!"

Yang Zhan watched with disapproval as the arrow shot towards the side of the river lamp, killing Yunluo, but it could ignite the atmosphere of the game.

Seeing that the arrow was about to hit the person underwater, a light boat suddenly floated up from nowhere, knocked the arrow into the air, and fell into the water.

"Hey, who dares to break into the river lantern?" The young masters were all surprised, there was someone who was not afraid of death, and dared to wander on the river at such a time.

For the painting boats of Duke Yang's mansion to go out, the river was cleared, just to make it easier for them to play games.

Yang Zhan was disturbed and furious: "It must be an ignorant idiot who dares to disturb the elegance of this young master's game, hum, courting death."

"Brother Yang, kill him." "This kid is out of luck, he dared to offend the queen's nephew." A group of young masters laughed and booed.

Immediately, Yang Zhan picked up another arrow aggressively and aimed at the person standing on the bow of the boat. The person couldn't see his face clearly, but judging by his attire, he was a frail man.

An arrow shot at the man mercilessly, ready to kill him.

Everyone thought that this unlucky wretch would be hit by an arrow and fall into the lake. Unexpectedly, with a flash of silver light, the thin man drew out a sword.