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

Bai Xiran knelt down, helped Xiaotuanzi squeeze his hands and wiped off his sweat.

Mo Xiaobao nodded vigorously, pointed to the man beside him, "And Dad!"

"Come on, Dad!"

"32, 33, 34!" The referee read the serial number.

Just as Mo Junzhe was about to walk over the railing, the Duke of Orlando next to him was extremely nervous, "Mr. Mo, the champion..."

The man frowned, and took a while to answer, "I want the third runner-up."

"what?"

He only wants to be the runner-up.

The Duke of Orlando was taken aback and didn't react for a long time.

And the few big men next to each other looked at each other and smiled, "Does this Oriental think that the third runner-up is casual?"

"It's only 96 rings. He probably thought it was very simple."

Several people were disdainful, "He is self-aware, and he knows that Prince List's 99 rings cannot be surpassed."

At this time, Xiao Bao had already wiped his face clean, drank a few sips of water, and had already returned to normal.

He looked at the group of people coldly, full of displeasure.

Who said that 99 rings cannot be surpassed.

Wouldn't it be enough to shoot 100?

Soon, Mo Junzhe had already shot the first arrow.

Hit the target as expected.

"Yo, it seems to be a little level."

"It's just luck, all of us can shoot a few ten rings."

Xiao Bao lay on the railing, and snorted lightly when he heard the words, "It's sour, has anyone eaten lemons?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid?"

Several people glared at him fiercely, their tall body brought a strong sense of oppression.

But Xiaobao wasn't afraid at all, instead he just stared at them with his hands on his hips.

"Hmph!" Ben Bao was not afraid.

Anyway, Dad will definitely get the prize!

really.

In the ten minutes before and after, Mo Junzhe had already shot six or seven arrows, all of which were ten rings without exception.

Only then did the faces of the two people change, and they gradually fell silent.

not right...

The Duke of Orlando was very nervous, "Madam, can you tell Mr. Mo to try his best to win the championship. This is very important to our family."

Uh.

"Ke Ranran wants that dress." The little guy was naturally thinking about Bai Xiran.

The latter quickly pulled him to his side, "Okay, I waved my hand and told him, but there is no guarantee that I will win the championship."

"Yes, as long as Mr. Mo does his best."

The Duke of Orlando explained in a low voice, "If you like the Lister's dress, I can still get the fabric..."

At this time, the ninth arrow has been shot on the stage.

On the other side of the viewing area, Prince Lister's expression changed.

"Who is he?"

I have never heard that Orientals are good at riding and shooting. This man looks like a boy, how can he be so good.

"It's a guest from Orlando. It doesn't look right. It's not an ordinary person."

"But don't worry, I heard before he played, as long as the third place."

Mo Junzhe was preparing the last arrow.

It was very quiet off the field.

Only Bai Xiran stood outside not far away and waved.

She compared a "one" vigorously.

"Number 1!"

Mo Junzhe immediately understood.

The arrow came out and flew towards the target with a "whoosh".

Like the previous nine times, it was right at the center of the red.

There was instant thunderous applause off the court!

The man returned the bow and arrow nonchalantly, and walked straight back.

Under the blue and white sky, a yellow and white plaid skirt was worn on the man, like a god descended from Western mythology.

Bai Xiran held his beating heart.

No matter how long you have been married, this man is still very exciting.