Chapter 483 My Hand Slipped

The more he hesitated, the less he dared to shoot. Cloe made up his mind, took a deep breath, and let go of his hand.

The arrow flew through the air, aiming at Jiang Zhiyu's heart.

This arrow touched the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

"Oh, why is the ground a bit slippery?"

Seeing that the arrow was about to penetrate Jiang Zhiyu's body, Cloe's eyes were full of excitement, but Jiang Zhiyu had a harmless smile on her face, and her body fell back as if she slipped.

The arrow pierced the apple on her head steadily and accurately, and rolled down with the apple.

There was silence in the hall.

Cloe and Kit's eyes were red with anger. By chance, Jiang Zhiyu picked up the apple on the ground and held it in front of them: "It's just as you said before, a hundred steps through the target!"

"Your archery is really good, but it's a pity that I'm afraid I don't have such a good skill."

Her devilish whispers sounded like a countdown to Cloe's death in the ears of the father and son.

Cloe almost screamed, staring at Kit with a pale face, and her lips moved slightly.

"Your Majesty, after all, it's just to add to the fun. Cloe hit all three arrows, which is a perfect ending. Why don't we stop here?"

Cloe nodded hurriedly beside him.

Anyone with eyes could see that Cloe's arrows were all aimed at Jiang Zhiyu's life.

Now that the offensive and defensive situation has reversed, anyone can guess what Clo will face next.

After all, they are his own people. King Nanlong did not want to see Clo end up like that, and said, "That's right. It's all for the fun, so let's stop here..."

"That's not good." Before King Nanlong finished speaking, Jiang Wenjing interrupted him, "Although it was just to liven up the atmosphere at the beginning, but later the life and death contract was signed. It's not an exaggeration to say that it was a competition."

"Since it's a competition, of course we have to decide the winner."

"Why do you have to do this!" Kit looked at Jiang Wenjing angrily, "This banquet was originally set up by us Nanlong to celebrate the sacrifice. You were not allowed to come in. The king is considerate and allows you to watch the ceremony together. Don't be ignorant!"

"No blood should be seen at this banquet."

Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing couldn't help laughing.

"The invitation was sent by your Nanlong King, and you personally proposed the competition. He was the one who insisted on signing the life and death agreement. You all know where those arrows were aimed at. Now we don't know what's good for us?"

"I didn't see you remind your son that blood shouldn't be seen at the banquet."

"It's really the 1982 Longjing old green tea."

"Quickly stand over there, don't waste time, there's still a handkerchief."

Everyone: "..."

Although the latter part didn't understand, it was not difficult to understand that it was a curse.

Kit's face flushed, and the Nanlong King's face also darkened.

"Then continue," the Nanlong King said after a long time.

He sat back on the throne and looked down at him: "There is one thing you said, blood shouldn't be seen at the banquet."

This was a clear warning.

With these words, Clo's body stopped shaking, and his heart was slightly relieved.

The king has spoken, no matter how arrogant these two are, they will be cautious.

He took the apple, walked to the position where Jiang Zhiyu was just now, and got into position.

Kit also relaxed a little. He walked to Jiang Zhiyu's side and lowered his voice: "Don't forget, your mother is still in my hands."

In response to him, it was Jiang Zhiyu's arrow that broke through the air.

Before everyone could react, the arrow had already nailed the apple in Clo's right hand firmly to the wall!

Compared to the arrow that Clo just shot with the apple rolling down, whose strength was better can be distinguished at a glance.

Clo turned his head to look at the arrow on the wall, and his head exploded.

Turning around, his eyes were facing the arrow raised by Jiang Zhiyu. His body trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat appeared on his temples. It was obvious that he was extremely scared.

The arrow flew through the air and hit the apple in his left hand steadily.

Clo's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

The light-colored clothes he was wearing were now wet.

He was actually incontinent!

Everyone looked at him with contempt and disgust.

Just now, the envoy of Tianqi did not change his expression or blink when facing these.

Unlike this person.

The king has already hinted that he would save his life, but he can still do such a shameful thing!

Two consecutive arrows were shot at the apple. Kit only felt that the warning worked. The best thing Jiang Zhiyu could do was to scare people.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but relax his vigilance, looking at Clo, who was lying on the ground with disgust.

I should not have chosen him earlier. He came to embarrass me for no reason!

Only Clo, who was lying on the ground, knew that Jiang Zhiyu really wanted to kill him!

"Why are you lying down? Get up quickly. There is one last arrow."

Jiang Zhiyu pulled the bowstring neatly, and his movements were much faster than at the beginning.

Clo no longer had the strength to get up. King Nanlong gave him a disgusted look, and the two servants around came forward and held him up.

Clo hung his head, like a death row prisoner about to be rushed to the execution ground. He

couldn't even put the apple on.

After being urged by Kit for a few words, he put it on.

Jiang Zhiyu raised the bow and aimed at his head.

But she did not let go, instead she began to look at him with interest.

Seeing that Clo was so nervous that he was breathing in more than out, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

Jiang Zhiyu then let go.

As soon as the arrow came out, Kit, who was standing next to her, noticed something was wrong.

His eyes widened in horror, and at the same time, screams came from all around.

The arrow pierced Clo's heart and nailed him to the wall!

"No!"

Kit roared and rushed forward.

The faces of the people around him were also full of disbelief.

Jiang Zhiyu tilted his head slightly, with a look of innocent cruelty on his face: "Oops, my hand slipped."

Time seemed to stop for a moment, and after a brief silence, there was a commotion around.

Those who accused, scolded, and even wanted to step forward were all blocked by Jiang Wenjing's sword flashing with cold light.

The King of Nanlong had already stood up from the throne and shouted angrily: "How arrogant! You killed people in public in my Nanlong territory. Come on! Capture him!"

"Why are you so excited? The death warrant is written in black and white. Do you want me to read it to you?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then there was a tearing sound. Kit, with an angry face, waved his hand and said, "What death warrant? I never signed it!"

"That's right, I never signed it!"

The voices echoed, and the guards holding knives approached step by step.

Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing's faces were not nervous at all.

"Since you said so, then..."

Jiang Zhiyu blew a whistle, and a loud bang came from not far away!

Like an earthquake.

"What's going on?"

"What's that noise? What did they do?!"