"Tiger, I'll attract his attention for you, and you'll get rid of him!"
The companion made an immediate decision, just like a dead soldier serving as bait on the battlefield.
"Okay, be careful, I will live up to you!" Zhang Xiaohu solemnly nodded. This is a tacit understanding that only exists between comrades.
The two of them went hand in hand and rushed towards Song Ziyu.
At this time, Song Ziyu has almost adapted to the rhythm of the bay horse. Although he cannot perform difficult equestrian movements, the bay horse under the iron fist already knows when to run and when to stop.
Facing the two chasing horses, Song Ziyu clamped his horse's belly and started running forward, not forgetting to turn around and shoot an arrow while running.
The arrow was not accurate and missed.
But the two chasing men failed to shoot.
The two sides continued to push and pull.
After running for several dozen meters, Song Ziyu took a deep breath, then turned back with his bow and arrow.
When the arrow was shot, his hand instinctively moved a little further where he expected.
I don’t know why he behaved like this... but Song Ziyu let go confidently.
The next second, Zhang Xiaohu's last companion fell off his horse.
Song Ziyu reacted suddenly.
Just now... Qianzhi's ability suddenly exploded.
Song Ziyu has now somewhat realized the special nature of this ability.
There was no time to delve deeper, Song Ziyu quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding Zhang Xiaohu's attack.
When his teammate was shot off his horse, Zhang Xiaohu was very angry and fought back extremely fiercely.
The two chased each other on horseback and fought each other. Unexpectedly, Song Ziyu escaped Zhang Xiaohu's inevitable attack many times in a row.
At the end of the battle, when Zhang Xiaohu's hands were sore from bending the bow, when he wanted to shoot an arrow for Song Ziyu, Zhang Xiaohu found that all the arrows in his quiver... had been shot.
The arrows are shot!
It's like a gun running out of bullets!
This... what should I do?
Zhang Xiaohu was dumbfounded.
This is not a situation that I have considered at all.
The battle seems to have been settled.
Although Zhang Xiaohu was not defeated and fell from the horse, he was almost there.
Because there are no more arrows for fighting, it means that the ability to fight back is lost.
"Did you do this on purpose?" Zhang Xiaohu stared at Song Ziyu and asked angrily.
Song Ziyu rode back, looking at Zhang Xiaohu who was furious, and nodded calmly.
"Why? Are you trying to humiliate me?"
Zhang Xiaohu was furious.
Scholars can be killed but not humiliated. You have gone too far.
Song Ziyu heard this and said calmly: "There are many ways to humiliate you. The simplest and most direct way is to shoot you off your horse with an arrow!"
After saying that, Song Ziyu rode his horse past Zhang Xiaohu, and then strolled back to Mao Dajun.
At this moment!
Everyone looked at Song Ziyu with astonishment.
"Why didn't you finish him off?" Mao Dajun asked excitedly when he saw Song Ziyu.
In Mao Dajun's view, the surprise this little brother brought to him was so great that his little heart could not bear it.
Song Ziyu frowned and said: "Brother Dajun, your bet is too high. I think it's better to call it a day. Making peace between you two should be the best result. Everyone will be happy. What do you think?"
As soon as this statement came out, Mao Dajun's friends were in an uproar.
Everyone is eagerly looking forward to winning!
Did the polarity reversal happen too quickly?
"Who do you think you are, you dare to make decisions for Brother Dajun!"
Lin Shaofeng scolded angrily.
Lin Shaofeng, who had just been kicked off his horse, was disheveled and no longer looked like a handsome man. He looked as slovenly as possible.
Because of this, Lin Shaofeng's anger level has reached its peak.
The logic of this kind of playboy is elusive. When they can't cause harm to their opponents, they prefer to vent their anger on their own people.
Faced with Lin Shaofeng's incompetent rage, Song Ziyu didn't even look at him, he just looked at Mao Dajun sincerely.
Song Ziyu believed that Mao Dajun was a sensible person.
His actions were well thought out.
The stakes for these aristocratic disciples are too great, with hundreds of millions of assets at every turn... If I had just shot down this man from the capital with one arrow, it would be really satisfying, but what about the follow-up?
What to do next?
Mao Dajun got the palace in the capital, but he might have made a big enemy because of it!
This kind of enemy is not something you can provoke now.
So I decided to make this fight a draw, and let you yameni decide how to deal with it.
Song Ziyu didn't know that Mao Dajun and Zhang Xiaohu had another feeling in the hearts of Mao Dajun and Zhang Xiaohu because of his sexy actions.
Their moods were like riding a roller coaster. One went from extreme excitement to freezing point, while the other went from freezing point to extreme excitement.
If Song Ziyu had made the decision to Mao Dajun from the beginning, Mao Dajun would definitely be uncomfortable.
But it’s different now!
Mao Dajun has already lost once.
"Brother, are you sure you want to do this?" Mao Dajun looked at Song Ziyu and asked.
Song Ziyu nodded and said: "Brother Dajun, it's better to dissolve the grudge family than to end it. Please think twice."
Mao Dajun looked at Zhang Xiaohu who was leading the horse slowly and said: "Tiger, it seems that my little brother has a kind heart and doesn't want you to lose the Plum Blossom Manor."
At this time, Zhang Xiaohu no longer had the domineering look he had just now.
Zhang Xiaohu knew that on the surface he had not lost yet, but in fact he had already lost.
If I can't stop when I see the end, I'm afraid it will end badly.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohu smiled at Song Ziyu and said, "This little brother is indeed worth getting to know... I admire him very much."
Upon seeing this, Mao Dajun said: "Then let's consider it a peace."
"Okay!" Zhang Xiaohu naturally wanted to keep a garden of his own.
And Mao Dajun also felt that his shares were picked up for free, and he did not ask for much extra luxury.
In fact, Mao Dajun also had his own deeper considerations!
Although Mao Dajun's grandfather was a giant in the military, he was already a veteran. Since his death, no one in the Mao family has stood out in the military.
But the Zhang family is different!
Mr. Zhang is still alive and is one of the few great achievements of the Yuxia Kingdom. He has a high seniority, and the giants in the temple still have to treat him with respect when they see him.
Mao Dajun is a smart man.
Only smart people can prosper in Nandu.
As it turns out, his ancestor is still alive, so it doesn't matter if he offends Zhang Xiaohu.
But this time and the other time.
If I take Zhang Xiaohu's Plum Blossom Manor, how will the elders of the Zhang family view this matter?
Therefore, Mao Dajun had no intention of continuing to exert pressure.
Everyone is happy with the current situation, and Song Ziyu, who contributed to this situation, has won everyone's favor.
But some people are not happy.
Lin Shaofeng yelled loudly: "Asshole, you don't know the heights of heaven and earth, you really ruined Brother Dajun's good deeds! Plum Blossom Manor is worth more than tens of thousands, and you have caused heavy losses to Brother Dajun with just one word..."
Immediately, Lin Shaofeng looked at Mao Dajun without a wink: "Brother Dajun, this kid deserves to die, please deal with him quickly!"
Mao Dajun and Zhang Xiaohu both turned blue and white, and looked at Lin Shaofeng as if they wanted to eat him.
"Shut up! It's not your turn to speak here." Mao Dajun scolded.
Zhang Xiaohu threatened even more openly: "What's your name? Which hilltop do you live in? You dare to stroke the old Zhang family's tiger beard. You seem to be very brave."
Lin Shaofeng was frightened by Zhang Xiaohu's naked threat.
Although my family has some roots in the Southern Military Region, in the eyes of the Zhang family of the capital, it is just like a sapling.
As long as people exert their strength, they can crush themselves to death like ants.
In an instant, Lin Shaofeng's face turned pale.
"Dajun, don't keep this kind of young man with you, otherwise you will be tricked to death sooner or later." Zhang Xiaohu lit a cigarette coldly, and then said: "Your old man has passed away, you have to figure out your situation. …Not everyone misses old relationships like I do.”
Mao Dajun nodded cautiously.
…
Lin Shaofeng suffered a big blow!
Suddenly, Song Ziyu became a celebrity on both sides.
Originally, everyone looked down on Song Ziyu because of Ye Qianqian's introduction, but in this competition, Song Ziyu showed his spirit and mind. Young people all admire heroes, so when everyone looks at Song Ziyu, they feel completely different. .
Coupled with Lin Shaofeng's lessons learned from the past, everyone looked at Song Ziyu with a different expression.
Mao Dajun couldn't help but nod to Ye Qianqian, as if to say, "The boyfriend you found looks really reliable," making Ye Qianqian blush.
Ye Qianqian is also feeling dizzy now.
I have known Song Ziyu for only half a day, and my impression of Song Ziyu is the same.
There are too many outstanding men around Ye Qianqian. Taking Lin Shaofeng as an example, not even Song Ziyu is good enough in terms of looks and family background.
But just now, Ye Qianqian's thoughts were completely overturned.
This ordinary guy actually has a temperament that no one else has!
What does this feel like?
Ye Qianqian cannot be described in words.
But Ye Qianqian knew that no one could turn the situation around.
This is probably heroic.
Ye Qianqian looked at Song Ziyu with a blushing face. Such a word popped into her mind, and she couldn't help but feel excited.
Ye Qianqian was a little shy. She looked away from Song Ziyu and looked at Lin Shaofeng aside. Suddenly, she felt that this "male god" who looked like a puppy was no longer as charming as before.
Song Ziyu didn't notice that Ye Qianqian had so many thoughts.
Seeing the tense situation before the two sides lost their harmony, Song Ziyu secretly sighed. Finally, he would not provoke the people he shouldn't provoke because of improper handling.
"Who did you learn archery from?" a voice came from behind.
Song Ziyu looked back and saw Wang Zikun walking towards her.
"It was a blind shot." Song Ziyu said calmly.
"Impossible, your archery skills are not what ordinary people have... I want to compete with you alone!" Wang Zikun said.
Song Ziyu was a little dumbfounded. Isn't everything over?
Everyone is happy, why are you still bothering?
Song Ziyu didn't have a good look at this guy with a bad-ass personality.
"Let's forget it." Song Ziyu declined.
As everyone knows... Wang Zikun is a complete martial arts fanatic.
Wang Zikun, who has been training hard since childhood, will definitely not be willing to give in!
I lost inexplicably!
This feeling is very unpleasant.
"The time just now doesn't count. I was careless. Let's compete again!" Wang Zikun said firmly.
"Oh, Brother Wang, let's forget it for today." Zhang Xiaohu also felt that we couldn't do this. Others have shown their magnanimity and magnanimity, so we can't be embarrassed.
But Wang Zikun did not give Zhang Xiaohu this face at all.
Wang Zikun threw away the simulated arrow in his hand, and then said fiercely: "Let's compete with real arrows."
Feeling Wang Zikun's anger, Song Ziyu smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, you win, I admit defeat."
Fighting between spirits is something only children can do.
Song Ziyu is no longer a child.
"It doesn't count if you admit defeat!"
Wang Zikun said reluctantly: "I want to compete with you!"
"Forget it, Brother Wang." Mao Dajun also advised: "Why bother?"
Wang Zikun ignored the others at all and just stared at Song Ziyu.
At this moment, Wang Zikun only had Song Ziyu as his opponent.
"Song Ziyu, leave this guy alone, let's go." Ye Qianqian reached out and took Song Ziyu's arm.
"Don't leave!" Wang Zikun stretched out his hand to block Song Ziyu's way.
"Get out of the way!" Ye Qianqian also got angry and pushed Wang Zikun.
Unexpectedly, Wang Zikun didn't understand Fengqing at all. He stood there like a wall and couldn't push it away no matter how hard Ye Qianqian pushed.
The smile on Song Ziyu's face gradually turned cold, and then she asked word by word: "How do you want to compare?"
