Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

The two barbarians were immediately enraged and, looking ferocious, grabbed their weapons and lunged at Song Yueyao.

But the moment they saw her face clearly, they all stopped moving.

They came to the Illusionary Sound Pavilion looking for fun, having long heard that women from the Central Plains were beautiful and graceful, far more delicate and charming than women from the desert.

This was one of the reasons why we invaded Liangya more than ten years ago.

Taking advantage of the moment of confusion, Liu's mother quickly waved her handkerchief and stepped forward, putting on a smile to smooth things over.

She first gave the thin boy a light kick, then turned to the barbarian and bowed apologetically: "Oh dear, esteemed guests, please calm down! This blind man is one of our servants, half-blind, his eyes can barely see any light, how could he possibly see the road clearly? He has offended you, I am truly sorry, please forgive him this time for my sake."

Her smile held a hint of ingratiation: "The New Moon Archery Competition begins in five days. Why spoil your mood with such a trivial matter? Avoiding trouble before the competition is the best way to start things right, isn't it? The Ice Bow and Mystic Arrow will surely be yours!"

Having said that, he turned his head and said sternly, "Xiaoman! Hurry up and apologize to the customer!"

The young man turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with a layer of mist that wouldn't dissipate. He could vaguely make out several figures moving in the distance, their outlines all blurred.

Recalling the sound of weapons earlier, and touching a soft jujube at his feet, he realized that someone had saved him.

He was unwilling to bow down to these two barbarians.

Although the old wars have ended, how can the souls of those who died defending their homeland be sacrificed in vain? This is a humiliation etched into his bones, and as a citizen of Liangya Prefecture, he should not forget it, nor can he forget it.

However, if his stubbornness were to implicate the person who saved him...

He gritted his teeth, his body trembled, and he was about to turn his knees toward the direction of the barbarian's voice.

"No kneeling allowed!"

A clear, resolute female voice rang out from behind him, freezing him in place.

"We, the people of Liangya, will never bow down to barbarians! Stand up!"

With a flick of her wrist, Song Yueyao's crescent blade was already positioned in front of her.

The gleaming blade reflected in her eyes, her fingers tightened around the hilt, and a cold smile curved her lips.

"You are the ones who should apologize. You want us to kneel? Dream on! Unless you step over my dead body."

Before he finished speaking, the clear sound of a longsword being drawn rang out beside him.

A tall, slender figure stepped forward, shielding Song Yueyao behind him. He slightly raised his sword, and light flashed across his calm profile.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't turn around, and said calmly, "Step over my dead body too."

The white cat let out a helpless "meow" and moved its paw forward.

He had no choice but to stand in front of his apprentice.

Oh oh oh!

So exciting! The main characters are really getting fired up!

Chai Xiaomi quickly pulled out two more red dates, muttering, "Add one for me, add one for me!"

Before she could run out, someone grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her back like a chick, leaving her thrashing about in place.

"You spy, stop messing around and just stay here quietly."

The boy snatched the dates from her hand without any hesitation, stuffed them into his mouth, and smiled at her as he chewed, "Don't waste these two dates."

A hint of amusement flashed in Bagan's eyes. He nudged Unal beside him with his elbow and chuckled softly in the barbarian language, "Look, there's an even prettier one over there!"

Unal was immediately intrigued. His eyes darted around, and suddenly an idea popped into his head. He grinned:

"I have no interest in stepping over your corpses. Since your bones are so tough, how about we make a bet? Five days from now, let's see who gets the Ice Bow and Mystic Arrow. If you win, we'll kneel down and kowtow to you to admit our mistake."

"But if we get our hands on it—" His smile turned lewd as he pointed at Song Yueyao, "you'll have to kneel down on my bed!"

Then, he flicked his finger, aiming it directly at Chai Xiaomi, who was still in a daze.

"And her too."

next moment.

The finger pointing at Chai Xiaomi froze in mid-air.

Two date pits flew through the air, as fast as lightning, grazing his fingertips.

A gust of wind swept past his face, and the date pit instantly became firmly embedded several inches into the wooden pillar behind him, leaving only two holes!

Unal felt a chill run down his spine.

The boy beside the girl slowly lowered his bow.

He raised his heterochromatic eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips.

As a skilled archer, Unal knew all too well that those two strikes were by no means accidental.

The other party did it on purpose.

If he really wanted to hit the target, the date pit would have already pierced through his finger, or even driven into his brow.

He was very familiar with this technique.

Like the most ruthless hunter in the wilderness, when he catches a fox, he doesn't rush to kill it, but instead shoots an arrow through its hind leg, watching it drag its severed limbs and crawl miserably on the sand, howling and struggling, until it bleeds to death.

It's not for sustenance, but simply to enjoy the process of prey slowly losing its will to live in despair.

Cruel, twisted.

They take pleasure in torture.

At this moment, I felt like the fox whose escape route was pinned down.

The boy stood quietly, his bow drawn, but his gaze, like an arrow yet to be released, coldly locked on the boy's throat.

The smile on his lips gradually froze, and a hint of gloom and madness crept into his eyes:

"The stakes are too low."

Unal heard him speak, his voice low and husky, with a peculiar richness and hoarseness, as if it were not the voice one would expect for someone his age.

"If I obtain the Ice Bow and Mystic Arrows, you'll be my target, how about it?"

It was clearly a youthful and radiant face, but her bright eyes held a chilling cruelty, and beneath her smile, a few glints of cold starlight flickered.

Unal and Bagan exchanged a glance, and at the same time, a strange sense of fear arose within them.

Unable to contain his arrogance, Bagan stepped forward and replied gruffly, "What if we win?"

He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. In this Central Plains, the archery skills of the barbarians had always been unmatched.

And they were the top hunters specially selected by the barbarians for this mission.

They came specifically for the ice bow and the mysterious arrow.

They were confident of victory in this competition.

"You win?"

The boy suddenly smiled.

Wu Li lowered his eyes, slowly pinched Chai Xiaomi's chubby cheeks, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Fine, if you really win, I'll personally send this annoying idiot to you."

"Tsk, she's so hard to raise." He shook his head, but a very faint smile, which he himself did not notice, flashed in his eyes. "She's picky about food but eats a lot, and she sleeps like a log but loves to roll around in bed. I have to keep an eye on her all night to make sure she doesn't roll off the bed."

"You!" Chai Xiaomi was so angry that her hair stood on end.

Using her as a bet is one thing, but to insult her like that in public is quite another!

"When did I ever roll off the bed?!" she whispered, gritting her teeth.

Wu Li glanced at her indifferently.

She was sleeping soundly, apparently completely unaware that she once rolled over in her sleep and landed directly on him, who was sleeping on the floor, waking him up.

From then on, he always slept on the floor next to the bed with one hand resting on the edge of the bed.

To prevent her from rolling down again, and to catch her in time if there is any movement.

Wu Li didn't bother to mention it: "Whether it's true or not, you know the answer yourself."

Chai Xiaomi narrowed her eyes, then suddenly leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Why does your voice sound like that?"

Low and heavy, muffled, just like a little old man.

He glanced at her, his tone indifferent: "Didn't you say I caught a cold?"

Chai Xiaomi choked, only then remembering the pretense she had just made up.

I didn't expect him to remember.

She opened her mouth, but in the end only managed a reluctant "Oh".