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"Ah! It's over!"
Xiao Rong looked at the eight rings on the archery target and was dumbfounded.
The angle at which she had just shot the arrow accidentally shifted a little.
Although it is an eight-ringed weapon, masters can compete with each other within a matter of millimeters. Her eight-ringed weapon is very deadly. If Shen Yebai and Song Chujiu had not made fatal mistakes, they would have lost.
Feng Hairan said quickly: "It's okay, it's okay. Maybe they will make a mistake soon."
Xiao Rong looked at Shen Yebai and Song Chujiu, "The chance is too small."
"It's okay, just lose." Feng Hairan didn't care, "It's just entertainment."
In his heart, cartoons are the most important.
He would not make Xiao Rong unhappy just because of an archery win or loss.
Song Chujiu drew an arrow and just drew the bow when he caught a glimpse of a man standing not far away from the corner of his eye.
The man¡¯s body is tall and tall, his legs are slender and shapely.
He stood there quietly, with a pair of dark eyes without emotion, just looking at it expressionlessly, like a sculpture, with a feeling of being incompatible with this place.
Song Chujiu was slightly absent-minded. The bow in his hand unconsciously loosened, and the arrow on the bow shot out and hit another target.
Missed the target.
Song Chujiu: ""
Xiao Rong was stunned for a few seconds and said in disbelief: " Feng Shadiao, did we win?"
Song Chujiu¡¯s arrow was the last one.
As a result, she missed the target.
¡°Happiness comes so suddenly, it¡¯s almost unprepared.
Before Xiao Rong had time to be happy, he saw Xiao Moqing standing not far away.
There was no emotion on Xiao Moqing's face, and his dark eyes were as deep as ever, making it difficult to guess his emotions.
Winning or losing is not very important to Song Chujiu.
She put down the bow in her hand and walked towards Xiao Moqing.
"When did you come back?"
The aura on Xiao Moqing's body was a little cold, and his delicate brows and eyes were also filled with a touch of coldness.
"just."
Song Chujiu noticed that he was in a bad mood, "Did something difficult happen in country L again?"
Xiao Moqing lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding the emotion in his eyes.
"No."
After that, no matter what Song Chujiu said, Xiao Moqing always looked indifferent and unwilling to say more.
Song Chujiu pointed to the chair by the window, "Sit there and rest for a while?"
Xiao Moqing nodded and sat on the chair by the window.
When Song Chujiu was about to follow, Xiao Rong stopped her.
"Chujiu, can you help me adjust this bow? It feels a little uncomfortable to use it."
Song Chujiu nodded and walked over.
The sun was setting in the west, and the golden sunset reflected in his pupils, dyeing his eyes a bright color.
He sat motionless on the chair, his dark and deep eyes looking at them without blinking, his handsome and fair face expressionless.
He was very quiet, as quiet as a ghost.
Although he was not involved, his gaze was hard to ignore.
Feng Hairan was having a good time, but he turned his head inadvertently and saw Xiao Moqing's dark eyes looking in their direction, filled with shadows that were thicker than the night.
Feng Hairan suddenly felt like he was being stared at by a ghost, and his whole body became cold.
Thinking of what he said not long ago, Feng Hairan inevitably felt a little guilty in his heart.
He couldn't help but pulled Xiao Rong, "Xiao Rong, look over there"
Xiao Rong was asking Song Chujiu for help when Feng Hairan pulled her and she couldn't help but look up at him.
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