Zhulu City is a large-scale city, nestled against mountains and beside water, beautiful and prosperous.

The people in the city lived in peace and contentment, free from economic worries, which led to the development of a series of entertainment activities for their leisure time.

In modern terms, it means that when people are full and have nothing better to do, they like to find something to do.

Yin Ming and his two companions wandered around the city, visiting the hunting grounds, playing Go, Cuju (ancient Chinese football), cards, and cockfighting...

After completing the round trip, it was lunchtime.

After the three of them had lunch, they went boating on the lake, visited the calligraphy and painting exhibition, and watched a fire-breathing acrobatic performance. Yin Ming also discovered a monster arena that provided monster riding pets, similar to a modern horse farm. They could ride the monsters for a fee, but only within the arena.

Yin Ming curled his lip. It's just a Warcraft beast, everyone has one. Just ride your own, you can go wherever you want...

No, Yin Ming really didn't.

In the original story, the monsters the villains encountered were not very strong. From the villains' perspective, they naturally looked down on them. Even the Three Realms Fire Lion Beast that created the opportunity for the male protagonist to meet was something he bought on the spot at the monster market.

Even cultivators like Yin Ming don't have contracted magical pets, let alone ordinary people. Now that there's a place that offers magical beast mounts, people with a sense of curiosity will choose to try it out, so there are quite a few customers in this beast arena.

However, what Yin Ming was thinking at this moment was—sigh, when will I be able to have my own magical pet?

He wanted a fluffy magical pet, preferably orange and white, like the orange tabby. The orange tabby was Yin Ming's favorite.

"Brother Ming, you want to ride a Warcraft? Come to me, I can fly too, you know I can fly really fast."

Long Cheng approached Yin Ming and volunteered.

Yin Ming seemed to remember something, quickly waved his hand, and looked disgusted.

Thanks for the invitation. With Long Cheng's flight speed comparable to a high-speed train, Yin Ming doesn't plan to ride it again unless absolutely necessary; his heart can't take it.

The afterglow of the sunset painted the sky with vibrant colors. Following Long Cheng's trail, Yin Ming spotted an archery platform ten meters away. On a whim, he immediately stepped onto it.

"Boss, how do you play this?" For some reason, seeing this archery platform made Yin Ming's hands itch.

He picked up the bow and arrow and weighed it in his hand. His other hand even seemed to be itching to use it. Yin Ming had no doubt that if he had an arrow in his hand, he would not hesitate to draw the bow and shoot it. It was a conditioned reflex from his body.

"One jade stone can be used to shoot three arrows. If all three arrows hit the bullseye, you can choose one of these two prizes." The stall owner briefly explained the rules and then pointed to the prize stall next to him.

Yin Ming looked at the two prizes in the direction he was pointing: one was a jade-green hairpin, and the other was a purple-gold hair crown.

The image of Lingyao wearing this crown unconsciously appeared in Yin Ming's mind. He stroked his chin and nodded to himself, thinking, "It suits me quite well."

So he turned to Lingyao and asked, "Ayao, do you like that hair ornament?"

Lingyao was clearly in a good mood today, a smile playing on his lips. "If it was given to me by Yin Ming, I would like it."

Yin Ming smiled confidently, his face beaming. "What's so difficult about that?"

Turning to hand the jade to the stall owner, Yin Ming stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, leaning slightly forward, and slowly raised the bow and arrow in his hand.

With his left eye slightly closed, Yin Ming's aura instantly became sharp, and the three fingers of his right hand, which was holding the bowstring, quickly spread out, and the arrow was released.

"Buzz—" The arrow hit the bullseye, its fletching still trembling and emitting a buzzing sound.

Seemingly not satisfied with that, Yin Ming quickly picked up the remaining two arrows on the stage.

"call out--"

"call out--"

Two consecutive whooshing sounds rang out, and when everyone looked closely, they saw that all three shots had hit the bullseye precisely!

"Wow! Brother Ming, you're amazing!" Long Cheng praised without reservation, even clapping his hands.

Ling Yao, standing to the side, also looked at Yin Ming with bright eyes, making no attempt to hide his admiration.

Yin Ming understood it clearly and even found it very helpful.

He contentedly placed the bow and arrows back on the stall, thanking the cannon fodder villain who was focused on his career! Having practiced eighteen kinds of martial arts since childhood, Yin Ming was able to show off at this moment.

Upon seeing this, the stall owner readily took the hair ornament and handed it to Yin Ming, saying, "Young hero, your archery skills are excellent. Since I opened this stall, I have only had a handful of customers who have hit the target with all three shots. This is your prize, please take it."

"No, no, I've only practiced for a few years." Yin Ming was embarrassed by the praise. Although he was quite proud inside, he still had to pretend to be modest.

"Really? Is it that difficult?"

Upon hearing the stall owner's words, Long Cheng couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Yin Ming seemed so relaxed just now."

He picked up the bow and arrow, took aim, and suddenly pointed it at Yin Ming, who was standing to the side.

This action left Yin Ming speechless. What did he mean by aiming at him? Did he have a target in his face?

Being aimed at by an arrow was terrifying. If Long Cheng accidentally let go, Yin Ming would be in trouble.

Although Yin Ming's physical strength meant he wouldn't be afraid of arrows shot at such close range, no one wants to get injured for no reason.

Yin Ming reached out and bent the bow and arrow in front of him onto the target, but Long Cheng immediately turned the bow and arrow back.

Just as Yin Ming was about to remind him that the target was in another direction, Long Cheng spoke first.

"That girl looks familiar. Isn't she the one who was with Brother Ming before?"

Yin Ming frowned upon hearing this. What nonsense was he spouting? When had he ever had a girl by his side?

Yin Ming turned his head in confusion, and what he saw made him shrink back in fright. Good heavens, wasn't that Yao Ling?

How did she end up here? Or did she just happen to have business in Zhulu City?

To avoid embarrassment, it's best to pretend you didn't see it.

Yin Ming made a decision immediately. He was even thinking that he would stay in the inn for the next few days and leave Zhulu City as soon as Yao Ling left.

Yin Ming was about to tell the two to slip away when Long Cheng objected, "Brother Ming, what are you doing? I haven't even started playing yet."

Long Cheng pushed away Yin Ming's hand that was tugging at his sleeve, and without a second thought, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, turning to aim at the target.

"call out--"

"Oops, didn't succeed. Let's try again."

"call out--"

"Almost there, let's try again."

"call out--"

"How come I'm always just a little short! Boss, I want to play again."

After speaking, Long Cheng handed over another piece of jade. Yin Ming looked at the three arrows that Long Cheng had just shot. One was stuck in a tree stump, one grazed the edge of the target and hit the wall behind, and the other barely hit the edge of the target...

You call that "almost"? With that kind of accuracy, it's no wonder you couldn't hit the target!

Yin Ming patted Long Cheng on the shoulder, "Then Ling Yao and I will go back first."

Long Cheng shook his head. "No, Ming-ge, you can't leave. You have to be my witnesses."

As Yao Ling drew closer and closer to them, seemingly holding a portrait and asking a vendor a question, Yin Ming felt a headache coming on. Could she really be here to see him?

As the vendor nodded repeatedly, Yin Ming realized something was wrong. He had just bought something from that vendor's stall, and he had been recognized.

Yin Ming immediately made up his mind, grabbed Ling Yao without a second thought, and headed towards the inn where they were staying.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Long Cheng hurriedly called out, "Brother Ming! Don't go! Don't leave me behind!"

Yin Ming wished he could cover his mouth. Why did this unlucky guy have to cause trouble at this time!

Long Cheng's voice was extremely loud, attracting the attention of everyone around. Yin Ming quickly made a shushing gesture to him to be quiet, and at the same time subconsciously looked in Yao Ling's direction, praying that she wouldn't hear it, but unexpectedly met her raised eyes.

When their eyes met, Yin Ming felt only one thing—it's over, it's over!