The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Ahead, the opening ceremony officially begins.

The silver bow and arrow in Rist's hand was shot amidst the sound of drums.

With a "shua", it hit the bull's-eye!

"Prince is amazing!"

"This year's winner is none other than the prince!" There was applause and screams from around.

Rist stood in the middle of the crowd, raised his bow and arrow in a high-profile manner, "The match begins!"

"Today's championship reward is a golden bow! The runner-up and third runner-up can also get special souvenirs!"

One is a model in a box and the other is a plaid skirt.

Lu Diandian exclaimed, his eyes straightened!
"Xiao Bao, where's your father?"

The little guy took her hand, he didn't care about anything else, so he led her to find her.

Lady Orlando could hardly keep up.

Number plates are being drawn in the men's gathering area.

Most points are lined up at the front.

There were several burly men about two meters standing beside Mo Junzhe, looking at him sideways, "Oriental men? Why don't you go to line up?"

The two of them prepared their own bows and arrows, and they looked very confident.

Mo Junzhe shook his head, "I won't participate."

He has no interest.

"Guys, some people here say they don't want to participate! Did you hear that? Why don't you come here if you don't participate?"

"Only cowards won't participate in the competition!" Rist walked over at some point, with a shining silver bow on his back.

He loudly accused, "It turns out that the Duke of Orlando's fief is full of cowards!"

Hey, this is too much.

All of a sudden, the crowd was excited.

"Prince, don't scold others. We are all warriors, not cowards who dare not even participate."

Not far away, Bai Xiran who just arrived just heard these last few words.

All of a sudden his face turned pale.

She walked quickly to the man's side, holding his hand, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't care about them?"

Mo Junzhe nodded slightly, his voice was cold, "No."

"Ah... but for the competition, don't you think the plaid skirt over there is pretty?"

Mo Junzhe, "???"

"How is it different from yours?"

"The checks are different! This is the check pattern of the Orlando family. That set is probably from the Lister family. It's yellow, white and purple, not the same."

Mo Junzhe had no choice but to hold his little wife's soft hand, "Want?"

"miss you!"

Bai Xi dyed it quickly.

Two shallow pear dimples appeared on her cheeks, and she held the man's hand and shook it gently, "It's the third runner-up's reward, why don't we try it?"

"Well... Uncle Mo, you should know how to shoot arrows, right?"

She asked Xiaobao, and the little guy would know.

According to the Mohism's style of work, it is natural to cultivate all-round talents, and they must be able to do everything.

Last time Xiaobao showed off all six skills, and Mo Junzhe would be no different.

The man responded.

The little guy next to him nodded impatiently, "Yes, yes, dad is very good."

It was a rare time for him to praise Mo Junzhe unreservedly.

The latter pursed his lips slightly and did not speak.

The few people who were standing next to him just said directly, "What? He knows how to shoot arrows like this? He still wants to win the third place? An oriental man, stop dreaming."

"It's just a weak chicken, don't be unable to hold a bow and arrow later."

Listening to the ridicule, Bai Xiran frowned fiercely.

She could only hug the man's arm tightly, "Dear husband, come on, beat them down."

The little wife's face was full of trust.

Mo Junzhe let out a "hmm", a smile finally appeared on his handsome face under the sunlight, and stroked his little wife's hair, "I would like to follow my wife's orders."