Chapter 482 Doesn't this show that you are good at archery?

Jiang Zhiyu raised his eyelids.

Knowing that Jiang Wenjing would definitely lose to him, Cloe mentioned this title, and the humiliation in it is needless to say.

Jiang Wenjing didn't know, and just sighed.

Cloe's smile became even more intense.

"Wait," at this moment, Jiang Zhiyu suddenly said, "Brother is a general after all. If he wins, it would be a bit of a lie. Why not let me do it? My archery skills are not inferior to yours."

Change people...

Kit's eyes flashed with a trace of hesitation.

If we talk about the final impact, it is naturally that he did not win against Jiang Wenjing, and the benefits brought are greater.

But if we talk about stability, changing people is indeed stable.

Besides, didn't she also say that her archery skills were not inferior to Jiang Wenjing's? If she lost, didn't it mean that Jiang Wenjing lost?

After all, Jiang Wenjing's performance was prone to change. What if he didn't lose? What could he do?

After all, that person was not in his hands.

Kitt, who had figured it out, nodded: "It's just to liven up the fun. If Miss Jiang is willing, that would be great."

Jiang Wenjing walked over, handed the bow in his hand to Jiang Zhiyu, and stood beside her.

Cloe was obviously dissatisfied with the change of people, and his eyes were full of contempt: "Then I will go first?"

Jiang Zhiyu shrugged.

Pulling the bow, putting the arrow on, and hooking the string, Cloe did this set of actions very neatly. He let go and the arrow hit the bull's eye.

There was a burst of applause from the surroundings.

Compared with his movements, Jiang Zhiyu seemed a little slow.

She did a set of movements for several minutes.

So long that the people around her went from being excited at the beginning to being uninterested.

But the arrow she shot also hit the bull's eye.

Everyone: "..."

You say her skills are good, but she was able to dawdle for so long before. You say her skills are not good, but she hit the bull's eye again.

Rather than saying that she came to add to the fun, it's better to say that she was causing trouble.

This dawdling really makes people anxious.

Cloe clicked his tongue lightly: "Miss Jiang, how about your brother take the field?"

Jiang Zhiyu hadn't said anything yet, Jiang Wenjing's eyes had already fallen on him, and his voice was cold: "Haven't you heard that slow work makes fine work?"

Cloe, who was stared at by his fierce eyes: "..."

Jiang Wenjing had been on the battlefield and seen blood. He didn't show it at ordinary times, but when his aura was slightly revealed, it was enough to make others terrified.

Cloe didn't dare to say another word.

He licked his lips and turned his head to look at Kit subconsciously.

But he reacted the next second.

The mother of these two siblings is still in the hands of his father, what is he afraid of!

If they are afraid, they are afraid of him!

Thinking of this, Clo looked at Jiang Wenjing who was eager to protect his sister, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "After all, it's just for fun, not a competition. Just competing like this is not exciting enough. I have a way, I wonder if your sister dares."

Everyone looked at him, and Jiang Wenjing half-squinted his eyes as if threatening.

"It's raining outside, so how about standing there in the hall with an apple on your head and in each hand as a target? Three arrows per person, see who hits more."

Jiang Wenjing's face changed.

Fearing that he would refuse, Clo looked at Jiang Zhiyu and said: "Sign a life and death agreement, otherwise I'm afraid the general will eat me. Of course, if you admit defeat, then it's over." There

was a scornful smile on his lips.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him timidly.

[Oh, I've seen people committing suicide, but I've never seen people rushing to commit suicide.

Jiang Wenjing, with a gloomy face, said: "..." Was

it Zhiyu who instigated this?

Why?

He was cautious and did not speak. Jiang Zhiyu whispered: "Okay."

The contempt in Clo's eyes became even stronger.

One person wrote a life and death statement. King Nanlong pretended to walk to Jiang Wenjing and said: "It's just for fun. Even if you sign this life and death statement, nothing serious will happen."

Jiang Wenjing glanced at him and did not answer.

The corner of King Nanlong's eye twitched twice.

The life and death statement was quickly written, and the two signed and sealed it.

Cloe raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Wenjing provocatively. He walked to Jiang Wenjing's side and whispered: "Once we sign the life and death agreement, we will accept our fate. Even if I kill your sister in public, what can you do to me?"

"Be sensible. Kneel down now and admit that Tianqi is not as good as Nangong, and you are not as good as me. I can still show mercy and spare her life."

Jiang Wenjing snorted coldly, and his lips moved slightly twice. It can be vaguely recognized that it was a "Pah".

Cloe's eyes suddenly became sinister: "Okay, this is your choice."

This brother and sister don't seem to have as deep a brother-sister relationship as they show.

The venue was quickly set up, and Jiang Zhiyu entered with an apple, calm and leisurely, without any fear.

A trace of doubt flashed in Clo's eyes, but he didn't think much and raised his arrow.

His first arrow was aimed at Jiang Zhiyu's right hand.

Yes, it was the right hand, not the apple on the right hand.

From the beginning, he had planned to shoot these three arrows and miss one.

Anyway, the life and death agreement has been signed, and the competition has begun. No one has the right to stop it in public.

After the arrow flew out, Clo couldn't wait to look at Jiang Wenjing.

He couldn't wait to see Jiang Wenjing's fear and regret.

But the scene he imagined did not appear, and cheers rang out from all around.

Clo looked up and saw that the arrow was firmly inserted in the center of the apple. Jiang Zhiyu, who was holding it, blinked: "Good archery."

How is it possible? !

He was clearly aiming at the right hand!

Kit shared the same doubts as him.

It is said that no one knows a son better than his father. Whenever Cloe raised his butt, Kit knew what he was going to fart.

It was really not right that this arrow hit the target.

But there were still two arrows, and although they were confused, they did not panic too much.

Cloe raised the arrow again and aimed at Jiang Zhiyu's heart.

He was afraid of the same situation as before when he shot with his left hand.

This time, he stared at the arrow closely.

Jiang Zhiyu stretched out his left hand in full view of everyone, and the arrow pierced the apple steadily.

"Ah, it even hit the moving target."

Cloe: "!!!"

Kit: "!!!"

The people of Nanlong: "..."

Did it hit it?

Didn't you let it go and stuck it in? !

"You, you are a target, how can you move!"

Cloe couldn't help but blame.

"Haven't you heard of live targets?" Jiang Zhiyu smiled with curved eyebrows: "Doesn't this show that your archery skills are accurate?"

"Such an accurate arrow, call it a real arrow, I'm not exaggerating at all."

Cloe: "..."

Kit: "..."

The people of Nangong: "..."

She could be regarded as blatantly scolding people, and Cloe's originally somewhat surprised expression was replaced by anger.

He didn't say anything, but raised the bow again.

The last arrow, he must take her life!

His fingers trembled unconsciously, and he kept clenching his teeth. His lips turned a little pale. His palms began to sweat, and they were wet, making the arrow slip a little.

The hearts of the people around him couldn't help but hang in the air.