Xiao Lingchuan heard the sound of flapping wings coming from outside the window.
Xiao Lingchuan's expression changed slightly. He flashed out the door and saw a homing pigeon, as fat as a ball, struggling to flap its wings and try to fly away.
"Whoosh!"
A whooshing sound filled the air as a sharp arrow pierced the carrier pigeon with deadly accuracy!
The fat pigeon flapped its wings, rolled round and plump on the ground, and tumbled to Xiao Lingchuan's feet, where it remained motionless.
Xiao Lingchuan raised his eyes and looked at the tall figure slowly drawing back his bow in the distance. He slowly exhaled a breath. Fortunately, things hadn't gone wrong. His good brother always helped him clean up the mess.
Xiao Lingchuan's lips curled slightly, and he sighed softly, "You're still the most reliable."
Xie Yizhi raised an eyebrow, casually flicked his sleeve, and calmly approached.
He chuckled and said, "He also invests heavily in feeding the pigeons, making them fatter than himself."
Du Yi believed that he needed to store up more fat to keep warm in cold weather, so he fed his homing pigeons until they were as fat as he was.
To prevent him from causing any more trouble, Mo Feng and Mo Yang gave Du Yi a good beating.
They had been holding this grudge for a long time; anyone who dared to assassinate their prince was asking for trouble.
Now that it's in their hands, they'll make sure Du Yi gets a good taste of it. Do they think the Flying Eagle Army, who went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, are pushovers?
What a joke, the Flying Eagle Army has never had any cowards.
Having more fat does make you more resistant to blows, but it can't withstand the relentless, hail-like attacks from Mo Feng and Mo Yang.
A moment later, Du Yi's vision went black, and he was knocked unconscious.
Xiao Lingchuan clapped his hands and clicked his tongue in disdain: "Alright, take it with you."
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