Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Before Yan Heng could speak any more, she hurriedly jumped out of his embrace, bent down awkwardly, and picked up the heavy longbow again.

With a serious face on the floor, he stared at him, "You, you can't go back!"

"...Let's go to the archery field now, shall we?"

Yan Heng laughed helplessly.

He paused, glanced at the bow in her hand, but frowned.

Thoughtfully squeezed his chin, "However, General Wang's bow...should not be suitable for you."

...

Border Daying Archery Field.

Xiang Xing grabbed his little cheek and looked at the small, thin, inconspicuous vine bow in his hand with disgust.

Can't help but gazed dejectedly at the man who chose the archery target not far away.

This bow, compared to Wang Hai's, is indeed much lighter.

——But it’s too imposing, right?

Such a small broken bow, let alone the enemy, can't kill even rabbits...

"Looking at your expression, you seem to dislike this carefully chosen bow."

I don't know when, Yan Heng has already walked back from the court.

Seeing her tangled look, she sneered and smiled, "Xing'er, your thoughts, but this bow will be very offensive."

"...Why?"

Xiang Xing didn't quite understand, he couldn't help tilting his head, blinking soft eyes, and looking at him.

However, he saw the man curl his pale lips, smiled, and took the bow and arrow from her hand.

Afterwards, he turned around in a cool and neat manner, and directed his bow towards the target placed in the court to shoot an arrow.

"--laugh!"

The arrow is unbiased and centered on the red heart.

"The general's archery is really the best in the world!"

The little soldiers on the sidelines couldn't help applauding wildly in admiration.

"Look, this bow is in your heart, isn't it valuable again?"

Yan Heng smiled and looked back at the already dumb little guy, with a smug look in his eyes.

"Then, then I will use this bow!"

As he expected, Xiang Xing really jumped over expectantly with a look of excitement, snatched the vine bow from his hand, and hugged him tightly.

Only the duck hiding in the crested cane in a place where he couldn't see it took a silent sip.

Lie to the kids!

Relying on his own martial arts, he did not pick up weapons, and deceived the children properly!

But...Oh, it's good for the little ancestor to be happy.

Lest she keep thinking about that nightmare.

Soon, under the guidance of Yan Heng, Xiang Xing slowly learned how to draw bows and arrows.

It's just that the strength of this host body is really bad. With such a small vine bow, she took a lot of effort to pull it away and staggeredly aimed at the bullseye opposite.

Arrow after arrow shot.

Fortunately, she still has the martial arts experience and experience she has accumulated over the years, including those she has accumulated in reality.

It didn't take long for her to go from missing the target to hitting the target, and in the end every arrow almost hit the bullseye.

Even Yan Heng on the side had an amazing light in his eyes.

The talent of his little guy is higher than he thought.

...

Just learned this for several days.

Gradually, Yan Heng suddenly realized that every time Xiang Xing took a bow, he seemed to look at him silently, and then stopped talking.

He thought for a while, and just leaned in suddenly when she looked at him again.

"Xing'er, do you have something to tell me?"

He asked with a smile, with his arms wrapped around her body, and calmly collected the bow and arrow in that hand, and put it aside.

Without retracting his arm, he directly embraced the little guy, bowed his head, and kissed the tightly pressed pink lips.