MTL - A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating-Chapter 320 Pretty sister, do you need my help?
Chapter 320 Does pretty sister need my help?
The sharp arrow crossed the forest with the sound of piercing, and pierced deeply in front of the man's toes.
If he had just taken a quick step, the arrow would have pierced him.
The action was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
The sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and the blood on the tip of the sword trickled and merged into a small river.
"I'm not hostile, I'm just here to pick people up."
The wind brings the sound of the forest.
Ethereal and cool, the sound is nice.
One second the sound was still far away, the next second, the treetops moved slightly, and the person landed in front of him.
The clothes are simple in style, and the raised cuffs are stained with sawdust.
A face is indistinguishable, white as fresh snow, the dark pupils cannot reflect the moonlight, and there is a bit of coolness in the indifference, making people afraid to look at it.
If it wasn't for the soft voice just now, it's really hard to tell whether it's a man or a woman.
Yang Yuecheng relaxed when she heard the voice, "Little...you are here!"
The rule of life: Do not call your companion's name in front of the enemy.
Lu Jingzhi looked her up and down, she was safe and sound, then he breathed a sigh of relief, hugged her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Thank her **** instincts.
Sudden discomfort.
When I went to the library, I couldn't see anyone, so I found Wenxintang all the way, so I followed this road to find it.
Yang Yue burst into tears.
The hero saves the beauty.
Enduring.
Sensing that someone was looking at her, Lu Jingzhi looked back and looked at her without blinking.
Bai Rong bent his eyes at the little girl after seeing the little girl in a daze, and knew she remembered her.
The entangled two teams finally arrived here.
Bai Rong's guards are clearly inferior to the opponent.
The man pulled up the arrow from the ground and took a closer look. It looked very strange. The place where the silver iron arrow should be was made of wood, and the place where the tail feathers were supposed to be feathers was also made of wood. It was completely natural without any carving Mark of.
"It's mine, give it back to me." Lu Jingzhi stepped forward.
Yang Yuecheng pulled her and shook her head.
The opponent is too dangerous.
She just glanced at it and was terrified.
The man asked, "How did you shoot the arrow without a bow?"
Freehand.
Lu frightened Zhizhi, the arrows were taken out of the trees casually.
The wood-type ability has been randomly processed.
Act as a deterrent.
She shook her hand.
"What a big tone."
The man doesn't bother her too much.
The taller girl behind her pulled her. There was some distance between them, and the man threw the arrow directly.
The point of the arrow pointed at her.
The moment before it sank into the body, Lu Jingzhi held it.
Can't advance one more point.
She habitually held the arrow as a pen and twirled it around her fingertips, and placed it vertically next to her body.
Beautiful movements with a bit of showmanship.
The man turned his eyes to Bai Rong, wanting to ask her to go back again.
Next second.
The arrow was like a golden band of light, breaking through the night and piercing his right wrist fiercely.
Bang.
The **** sword in his hand fell to the ground.
"Take the tip of an arrow and aim it at my heart, you dare." Lu Jingzhi was rather annoyed, "If I had known this, it would not fall into the soil, but into your brain."
Lu Jingzhi ignored his astonishment, turned to Bai Rong and asked, "Beautiful sister, do you need my help to solve the trouble?"
They met.
In Yangjia Village.
This is the woman holding her hand and helping her disguise herself as a villager.
The man stopped hesitating and raised his hand as a gesture.
He understood.
Before taking the young lady away, the little girl must be dealt with first.
Lu Jingzhi shook his left hand, and the short wooden knife with the cuff fell from the sleeve against his wrist, and was held by his backhand, blocking the cutting tip of the knife.
(end of this chapter)
