"Ah? Bow... Bow and arrow?" Zuo Mu glanced at Xiao Guozi, and both of them showed surprise eyes. Thirteenth Master, what are you going to do?
Isn’t we supposed to cry after a long time of separation? Or rather, we are talking about our longing with affection?
If you want a prop or something, it should also be flowers or rouge or powder. What should you do if you need a bow and arrow?
Shooting birds?
Looking up, there weren't even a small moth in the sky, let alone a bird.
"Thirteenth Master, do you want flowers? Xiaoguozi will pick flowers for you."
"Get the bow and arrow!" he repeated the order.
"Oh, oh, yes!" The Thirteenth Master got angry, and Zuo Mu bent over and handed him his bow and arrow.
Zhu Yetong raised his bow and arrow, pulled his bow, aimed at the person over there—
"Swish!" The arrow flew out neatly, and then Zhu Yetong stretched out his right hand to cover his eyes.
"Ah..." Sure enough, a scream came over.
Zhu Yetong opened his two fingers and looked through the gap. He saw that the arrow was accurately inserted into Liusu's hair bun on the top of her head. She was so scared that she fell to the ground, her face was pale and her hands were tight.
Covering his chest, he looked like he was afraid of death.
Hahaha, it's so funny!
"Who! Who is so short of it? Take an arrow and shoot it! It's going to die!! Get out!! Get out quickly!" Liusu came to his senses and stood up suddenly, slandering with his waist!
Zhu Yetong coughed—
"Well, Qin Liusu, idiot, it's me." Zhu Yetong's arrogant and domineering voice sounded, "Do you want to try another arrow?"
Liusu was stunned when she heard this voice, her heart was shocked, and the expression on her face slowly solidified.
That voice...
Did she... hear it wrong?
Or hallucinations?
She seemed to hear a familiar voice.
This sound seems to be...yes...juyetong.
Not long after Liusu woke up, no one had time to tell him about Zhu Yetong's life.
She turned slowly—
I saw a man sitting there not far away in the sun, in the sun, wearing an ice blue robe perfectly set off his arrogant and domineering temperament. He hung a Qilin jade pendant around his waist, his unruly eyes, and his slight
His arrogant temperament was revealed in the corners of his raised lips.
Apart from him and that person, who else can have such temperament?
But how could it be him? He is not already-
It's an illusion.
Liusu rubbed her eyes, blinked hard, and looked over again-
That's right, he was there, the man holding a bow and arrow in his hand was Zhu Yetong, who shot the arrow on her head.
"Zhu...Zhuyetong?" She spoke, but tears had already shed unconsciously.
"Or who do you think it is?" Zhu Yetong handed the bow and arrow to Zuo Mu and said to her.
Every word is his voice and his tone!!
That's right, it's Zhu Yetong, it's him!
He was not dead, he was not dead!
He is now talking to her alive.
But how is that possible? Liusu denied his thoughts again.
She clearly saw that he was beheaded by Zhu Minglie, and he was dead? Is his ashes placed there?
"You... are you a ghost?" Liusu pointed at him and said.
It can happen time travel, and it is not uncommon to see ghosts during the day.
"But I'm not afraid of being a ghost. I'm so happy that you can turn into a ghost and come back to see me." Liusu continued.
Zhu Yetong frowned—
"...Is there such a handsome ghost?"
"Yes, you." Liusu said.
"You are the ghost! Zuo Mu, catch that woman. I want to insult her. See if she dares to say I am a ghost."
"This... Thirteenth Master... isn't that good..." Zuo Mu said embarrassedly.
"You..." Liusu was stunned-
The next moment, she lifted her skirt, jumped off the steps, and ran towards Zhu Yetong, regardless of an arrow inserted on her head, which was extremely funny.
She ran to him, and she couldn't believe what she saw in front of her, a living Zhuyetong.
She reached out and pinched his nose, erect and hot, and pinched his cheeks, soft and hot...
He reached out to find his breath again, and there was a breath!
It’s really him, it’s really the Thirteenth Prince Zhuyetong.
"Don't you hug me?" Zhu Yetong opened his hands and looked at the woman in front of him, and said.
"Zhu Yetong, you are not dead..."
"Yes, I'm not dead." He continued to open his hands, "Come on, hug."
"Zhu Yetong, you are really not dead..." Tears flowed down.
"Yes, I'm not dead..." He still opened his arms, "Come here and hug."
"Zhu Yetong, you really aren't dead!!" Liusu was so happy. No matter what happened, as long as he wasn't dead.
"Yes! Not dead! Come here quickly and hug me!" He lost his temper in displeasure. He said so many times that he didn't die. She was still repeating like a fool, and his hands were sore.
Moreover, he never takes the initiative to hug girls every family!
"Yeah." Liusu nodded without refusing, and opened her hands to hug him tightly. This was a hug for a long time, a life-long hug, without any lust.
"That's great, you're not dead, you're not dead... Zhu Yetong, you're not dead..."
It is a real body temperature and a real embrace.
Liusu cried in silence. She traveled again, and Zhu Yetong was not dead. That's great!
"Hiss! Be gentle, do you think my legs are completely disabled and I can't stand up again?"
Zhu Yetong cried out in pain and said unhappily, but his tone was rising, happy, and happy.
This kind of happiness and joy has not passed for a long time.
"What's wrong with your legs?"
Liusu then remembered that he had been sitting in the chair.