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

After the words fell, the man went straight to the bow and arrow area.

"Bows and arrows vary in weight, you can choose by yourself."

Mo Junzhe looked around, but didn't make a decision right away.

Instead, he directly beckoned Xiaobao over, "Choose one."

"Hahaha, did you see that he called that brat Xuan?"

"Although there are some who send their children to exercise, but they are so small...they can't even draw their bows."

There are loud discussions all around, and there is no hidden meaning at all.

Xiao Bao was not affected at all, and went to pick the smallest bow.

He mustered all his strength and pulled, "That's it."

Pull it!
Mo Junzhe took advantage of the situation and chose a heavy one from the table, took his hand and went to draw a number plate.

"One is 31 and the other is 32."

Bai Xiran was holding water in her hand, and stood beside her wearing a sun hat, obediently not wanting it.

The two burly men just now had already set off from the preparation area.

"Ten arrows per person! Three people in each group, start after the whistle blows."

Prior to this, Rist had already shot a 99 ring, and the last arrow was slightly deflected.

Its name is to give everyone a chance to surpass.

And these two people went up, one 93, the other [-], both are considered good.

Rist stood on the stage, his voice came out from the microphone, "Currently the closest score to me is only 97. Why, is there no one in the Orlando fief who can beat it?"

"If the water and soil here can't support bleeding men, why not let me take care of them, all of them are extremely sturdy!"

He was surrounded by a group of young people, all of whom laughed loudly at this moment.

The meaning of ridicule is too obvious.

The Duke of Orlando couldn't stand this anger.

He wished he could rush over now and teach this person a lesson in person!
But rather...

"Mr. Mo, the most powerful person in our clan is 97, and we can only count on you."

"Number 31!"

Just called the number plate.

Mo Junzhe frowned slightly, and carried Xiaobao into the railing, "Go."

The little guy waved at Bai Xiran, made a cute gesture, and trotted over.

"Isn't it? Kid?"

"Such a little tall, isn't it only three years old?"

"My three-year-old daughter is taller than him..."

There was a lot of discussion outside.

Mo Junzhe still clasped his little wife's hand, and spoke to the Duke of Orlando in a deep voice, "I can't."

"why?!"

Others do not know.

Orlando knows better than anyone else, "You won the national archery championship in the junior group when you were young. Although you didn't participate in the competition later, you occasionally shot at parties, and your level has not dropped."

"There is moisture in the distance, it's not difficult. You are close to the professional level, and there is no problem in beating Rist."

The man was silent.

The Duke of Orlando was a little anxious, "It's about the glory of Orlando, Mr. Mo, please help me."

According to Rist's style, it would be ugly to lose, and I'm afraid he would be ridiculed for a whole year.

At this moment, Xiaobao inside had already shot the seventh arrow.

"Eight rings!" Bai Xiran stared at the screen intently, almost jumping up, "Come on, Xiaobao!"

The eighth and ninth arrows shot out quickly.

Xiaotuanzi mustered all his strength every time, but the tenth arrow still missed the target.

"67 rings!"

The ranking should be near the bottom.

The little guy was a little frustrated, and walked back with his head down.

"Ranran, Xiaobao didn't get the gift for you."

The last arrow had no strength, and it was impossible to shoot.

"Baby, you are already great, I am so proud of you!"