Chapter 83 Woman
Lin Heng's pupils suddenly constricted. He had never heard such a sharp whistling of an arrow.
What shocked him even more was that the trajectory of the arrow was clearly a special technique used by the top scouts in the army to give warnings and for precise hunting.
Lin Heng's fingers on the bowstring loosened subconsciously, and the white feather arrow he shot turned into a stream of light and went straight to the wild boar.
However, the black arrow not far away was faster and more powerful, and it shot into the wild boar's left eye with incredible accuracy and penetrated deep into its brain.
Almost at the same time.
"puff!"
Lin Heng's arrow also penetrated deeply into the wild boar's neck.
The most miserable wild boar in the whole scene let out an earth-shaking howl, and its huge body fell to the ground with a bang. It twitched a few times and then became motionless.
Although Lin Heng's arrows were also fatal, it was obvious that the mysterious black arrow was the real fatal blow.
Moreover, at the moment when Lin Heng was about to make a move, he took the lead and completed the hunt.
This was tantamount to a slap in the face in the area he was most proud of.
An indescribable feeling of astonishment, shame, anger and provocation surged into Lin Heng's heart.
He turned his head suddenly, his eyes shooting like lightning in the direction where the black arrow came from.
Deep in the dense forest, the shadows of the trees swayed, and a slender figure riding on a pitch-black horse slowly walked out of the shadows.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves, falling on her body in patches.
Wearing moon-white riding clothes and a light blue cape, his plain face appears cold and distant in the light and shadow.
In her hand was a powerful crossbow with a strange shape, pitch black in color, and emitting a chilling aura.
A crossbow with the same dark color and flashing with deadly light has been strung on the crossbow. The cold arrowhead reflects a dazzling cold star in the sunlight and is aimed steadily and accurately at Lin Heng on the horse.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The noise of wind and birdsong in the distance seemed to have disappeared, and only two people and two horses were left in the entire valley.
Lin Heng's muscles tensed instantly, like a cheetah ready to pounce, staring intently at the woman in front of him, at the strangely shaped and incredibly powerful crossbow in her hand, especially the black crossbow arrow that was aimed at his heart.
An unprecedented chill, as if locked in death, instantly rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. This was definitely not an ordinary noble lady.
"Who are you?"
Lin Heng's voice was filled with disbelief and surprise, as well as a subtle hint of tension. He had never seen a woman like this before, nor had he ever felt such pure, cold murderous intent.
Jiang Qingning sat upright on his horse, his dark eyes like a cold abyss, clearly reflecting Lin Heng's face of shock and anger.
Her voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the not-so-far distance between the two of them.
Every word was like an ice bead hitting a jade plate, with a merciless coldness:
"Young Master Lin, your archery skills are indeed... well-deserved."
The corners of Jiang Qingning's mouth slowly curled up into an almost cruel arc, and the hand holding the crossbow was as steady as a rock, not at all like what a lady from a wealthy family should look like.
Besides, a woman from a secluded house would not wear riding clothes and go deep into the dense forest alone.
"What are you going to do? Do you know who I am?"
Lin Heng's voice was tense, his throat rolling, and he asked in a probing tone.
"The legitimate son of the Duke of Fengguo naturally knows."
Jiang Qingning chuckled softly. The laughter was very faint, but it was like an icicle scraping across glass, causing Lin Heng's heart to tremble violently.
Her lowered brows concealed the surging emotions in her eyes, leaving only a cold and distant look that kept people at a distance.
Jiang Qingning's arm holding the crossbow was steady without a trace of trembling in this suffocating confrontation.
Lin Heng's entire senses were focused on the deadly crossbow arrow in front of him, and he hadn't noticed the subtle movements quietly occurring in the dense bushes behind him.
In a flash, a dark brown poisonous snake, with scales that gleamed with a greasy cold light in the mottled light, silently raised its triangular head.
"call out!"
A hair-raising roar tore through the air once again.
This time it was closer, faster, and harsher than when hunting wild boars.
Lin Heng didn't even have time to react. He just felt a sudden chill on his right earlobe, and a sharp stream of air brushed past his skin like an icy blade.
Lin Heng could even clearly smell the faint, sharp smell of saltpeter and metal mixed together, brought about by the arrow's high-speed friction against the air.
“Puff!”
A dull and short sound of entering flesh was heard behind him.
Lin Heng turned back in horror.
He saw a venomous snake as thick as a young man's arm lying on the grass less than three inches away from his horse's hind legs. It had been pierced through the head by a dark crossbow arrow and was firmly nailed to the ground.
Lin Heng's back was covered in cold sweat, which soaked his inner clothes without any warning and stuck to his back with a sticky and cold feeling.
If it weren't for this arrow, he might have died of poison long ago.
Lin Heng suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the figure on the horse's back, who was still sitting as upright as a pine tree.
At this moment, the crossbow in her hand was slowly lowering and no longer pointing at him.
"you……"
Lin Heng's voice was extremely dry, with the hoarseness of surviving a disaster, and an indescribable complex emotion.
Jiang Qingning's cold gaze swept across the dying poisonous snake on the ground, and fell on Lin Heng's handsome face, which was a mixture of shock, anger and lingering fear. A trace of cold mockery flashed across the depths of his eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch.
Her tone was flat, without a trace of emotion: "It seems that the young master's luck is even better than your archery skills that you are so proud of."
Jiang Qingning didn't look at Lin Heng again. He turned his wrist and the crossbow disappeared behind his cloak.
She shook the reins lightly, and the pitch-black horse beneath her snorted, took a vigorous step, and carried her calmly around the stiff Lin Heng and the two corpses on the ground.
"Who are you?"
Lin Heng looked at her movements, came back to his senses and couldn't help asking.
"Jiang Qingning, a woman from a deep house."
Jiang Qingning sneered, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse started running, heading straight towards the noisy hunting ground outside the valley.
The light blue cloak drew a cold arc behind her and soon disappeared into the layers of tree shadows.
Lin Heng was the only one left there. The wind from the valley blew through, picking up a few fallen leaves and blowing them in his face with the bloody smell of wild boar.
Lin Heng came back to his senses and slowly bent down with a sleepwalking feeling. His fingers touched the cold black arrow shaft and he felt the unique chill of metal and the clear dents on the arrow shaft.
An unprecedented desire to explore, and the intensely beating heartstrings in his eyes, grew and entangled wildly in his chest.
"Jiang Qingning...what a lady from a deep house."
Lin Heng whispered the name, as if he wanted to chew it up and swallow it.
Jiang Qingning's cold face, his rock-steady hand gripping the crossbow, the black arrow that grazed his ear and saved his life...
All the images flashed through his mind again and again.
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