Kuai Chuan's paranoid villain pinches her peach blossom again

Chapter 48 The Imperial City Woman's Dream Lover (47)

"What! Mr. Jun said to shoot arrows with the left hand!" The woman in the pink dress was surprised, and then instantly turned into admiration, "Mr. Jun is really amazing, he can also shoot arrows with his left hand!"

"Tch, I'm afraid he's pretending! If he can shoot arrows with his left hand, I can shoot arrows with my feet!" The man in Tsing Yi taunted again, deliberately raising his voice.

Jun Luo heard it.

She glanced back at the man, there was no expression on his delicate and beautiful face, and she quickly looked away.

But he shook the man's legs in fright, the indifferent eyes and the powerful aura around him made him feel a chill from the depths of his soul.

"you you…"

Before he could finish his sentence, he hurriedly turned around and ran away.

Leaving behind a face of inexplicable people.

"The first match, Young Master Huo and Young Master Jun!" The little eunuch hurriedly shouted loudly, fearing that there would be a few more reckless people who would come to mess with the future prince.

With a bow and arrow in his left hand, Jun Luo stepped to the designated position.

"Hmph, little boy, last time it was your grandpa who let me let you go, don't really think how powerful you are!" Huo Jian lowered his voice, his face full of sarcasm.

Until now, he still believes that it was just a coincidence that Jun Luo escaped his assassination.

Jun Luo ignored him, and lowered his eyes to adjust the bow and arrow.

But from the perspective of people in the distance, Huo Jian's whole body was approaching Jun Luo, obviously talking about "whispering".

Di Qinghan gently tapped the table with his slender, white fingers, and gradually squeezed the teacup with his other hand, which was still wrapped in white cloth.

"Snapped!"

The teacup shattered without warning.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, threw away the fragments casually, leaned on the table, his eyes were dark and cold, and stared closely at Jun Luo and Huo Jian in the distance.

Luo Luo, you haven't changed my dressing yet.

How should I punish you this time?

……

Jun Luo, who didn't know the situation, was still playing with the bow and arrow with great interest. When Huo Jian shot the arrow in the bull's-eye, she raised her eyes and glanced at the target.

"How about it, young master, am I very good!" Huo Jian raised his eyebrows at Jun Luo, and then shouted at the little eunuch: "Hurry up and report my grades!"

The vicious look scared the little eunuch, and he stammered: "Mr. Huo, ten rings!"

"Ah, it's the ten rings!"

"What about Mr. Jun, even if he has ten rings, he can only tie!"

The women around bit their handkerchiefs and looked at Jun Luo worriedly.

"Little Luoluo, hurry up! Show off your charm, and the task will be completed soon!" Goose shouted excitedly.

Jun Luo was a little annoyed.

Di Qinghan has already been provoked quite a lot, if he comes again...

I'm afraid I can't save her life.

"Little Luoluo! As long as the Hairpin Conference is over, our mission will be completed! No matter what, you have to complete the mission, it doesn't matter if it's sooner or later. Besides, there are not many opportunities like this!"

Goose's persuasion really worked, Jun Luo nodded.

You have to die sooner or later!
She turned around slightly, and a smile spread across her cold little face.

The dark red lips are slightly hooked, the light brown eyes are emitting a little golden light under the light sunlight, the whole small face is cold and wicked, extremely beautiful.

"It's just ten rings." The arrogant voice was slightly lowered by Jun Luo, and there was a bit of magnetism in it, which caused the women around to blush.

She glanced at Huo Jian, stood with her feet apart, facing the target sideways, and straddled the archery line.The right hand takes the bow, and the tiger's mouth is where the bow is held.

The index finger of the left hand is placed on the upper part of the arrow nock, the index finger and middle finger are placed on the lower part of the arrow nock, and the first joints of the fingers hook the bowstring.The back of the hand is relaxed and the forearm is in a flat line.

It is an extremely standard archery posture.

The difference is that she shoots arrows with her left hand.

Moreover, he took four arrows and put them on the arrows.

(End of this chapter)