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Chapter 855 (Calendar Scroll) First Class Model Worker Nine Thousand Years 32
"Drive—drive!"

The horses galloped, and there was also the sound of horseshoes in the distance. It was the Ye people on duty in the paddock driving wild animals, driving them from the natural breeding area for the nobles here to hunt and kill!

The prince of the grassland is arrogant and arrogant. The people of their tribe all grew up on horseback. Compared with hunting, how can this group of Ye people beat them? !
Lan Shuying didn't encourage those around her.

The serial provocations from the opponents are enough to mobilize their desire to win.

Ye Shaoyang gave Susu a worried look.

He has practiced riding and archery since he was a child, and he only needs to take a look at her sitting posture to know that she is a layman, and at most she is at the level of riding a horse at a slow speed without falling.The docile white horse under her was driven by her companions, and its hoofs slapped the ground. As soon as it accelerated, she turned pale with fright.

"Susu, you just recovered from a serious illness, you should go back and rest, the sunlight here is too poisonous."

He was very tactful in persuasion, but Susu met Lan Shuying's contemptuous eyes, suddenly became angry, and resolutely refused: "No, I can do it!" Just now, she agreed just like that join together.

The prince of the grassland couldn't wait to walk in front and shouted.

The Ye people couldn't understand, but his eighteen subordinates sped up to catch up like tigers out of the cage, and they all found their prey!
"Heh..." Lan Shuying has already seen the goal of the prairie prince.

She grabbed the arrow casually, no one saw the aiming action, three sharp phantoms flew into the air, and shot through three wild geese before the other arrow!

"Okay!" Ye Shaoyang patted the horse's back.

The prairie prince glared over angrily.

Lan Shuying squeezed a few more in her hand, smiled lightly, as if saying: You continue, I will follow.

Starting from these few geese, this proud prairie man suffered a big loss in the field he is best at for the first time.

Any prey that he targets will be snatched away by her first!
He couldn't figure it out, was this Ye countryman born holding a bow and arrow?You can't do this even if you practice in the womb!
Not only him, other prairie people also have similar ideas.

Her arrows are like her own long eyes, she only needs to pull the bowstring lightly, and they will pass through the animal's eyes with precision, and the arrow is deadly!
Nineteen people, more or less, every one of them had been preyed by her.

As I said before, she and the little emperor of Ye Kingdom are enough for two people, and to be precise, she can do it alone.

Aggrieved, too aggrieved!

The prairie prince's face is getting darker and darker.

Because the front was quickly cleared, the two parties had already penetrated deeper into the forest area. Lan Shuying noticed that one of the prairie people seemed to whistle unintentionally, as if teasing the deer he had taken a fancy to.

But... You have already been slapped in the face to this point, do you still have the mind to play with the deer?
She also pressed her knuckles to her lips and blew a note.

Everyone in the extremely evil department tacitly gathered around Ye Shaoyang.

Susu was gesturing with a novice bow and arrow. She was taken aback and said dissatisfiedly, "How can your Majesty still hunt when you are all blocking here?"

"Li Qianqiu, what's the matter?" Ye Shaoyang vaguely guessed something, and looked into the distance vigilantly.

Lan Shuying stretched out her hand but found nothing, frowned and said, "Arrow."

The subordinates handed over a full quiver—after they entered the arena, they were mostly watching the adults play tricks on the group of barbarians, so they didn't consume much.

There was a faint figure swaying among the forest leaves, no assassin appeared, but the sound of leaving the string sounded from all directions at the same time, and random arrows were fired.

A group of prairie people yelled and rushed in this direction tens of meters away.

The translator yelled in the Ye dialect: "Protect Emperor Ye!"

Lan Shuying: "..." I really believe your evil.

It's not new enough for thieves to call out to catch thieves. Now it's popular to let your own people ambush first, and then pretend to be friendly troops to protect?Then the third step is obvious:

Whack your allies!

Lan Shuying simply threw the longbow, grabbed a handful of feathered arrows with both hands and threw them out.

There were several ding ding sounds, or the arrows collided with each other to offset the momentum, or they were diverted from the direction, and when they got close, they were swept away by the weapons tied to the horses by the extremely evil commanders.

Looking thrilling, in fact, none of the arrows hurt people.

It was supposed to be a long-distance attack that was caught off guard, but it didn't work?
Before he had time to think about the reason, dozens of men in black rushed out of the forest, their weapons were various, like soldiers from the Jianghu, they rushed towards Ye Shaoyang!
However, Ji Ei Si and his group stayed close at every step, protecting him in the middle, waiting for work at leisure.

The feather arrow in the third quiver was rewarded to the prairie man.

Lan Shuying raised her hand and cast a half-moon arc in front of the prairie man's horse's head, then clapped her hands and said, "You don't need a guest to do something trivial, so stay put. If you cross this line, you will be the enemy. Don't blame me for not making it clear!"

The translator murmured a few words, and the expression of the prairie prince was very distorted. Maybe he thought she was afraid to do anything to him because of his high status, so he resolutely rode his horse and broke through the circle of feather arrows!
Eighteen riders in the grassland behind are eager to try, ready to keep up.

Whoosh!
The horse fell down with a whine, and a feathered arrow stuck in the middle of its left foreleg, which had already penetrated!

The scene was instantly quiet, and even the black-clothed assassins froze slightly.

The Grassland Lord hastily turned over to check his horse's wounds. Obviously, even if it recovered from its wounds, it would still be disabled and could no longer fight with him!
He was distressed and angry, and yelled at her.

Lan Shuying took out another one with a smile, and pointed it at his head: "Would you like to curse again?"
"..."

Ye Shaoyang tugged at her arm in confusion: "The tribe came all the way from thousands of miles to present gifts, it's not good to make too much noise..."

"Do you really think they are here to offer gifts?"

Back and forth, people gave horses, and the gift they fancy in return is your head.

After Lan Shuying said this, the man in black had already rushed to the front and started fighting with the people of the Extreme Evil Division. She was afraid that Susu would make trouble at this time, so she didn't go up, so she shot Lengzi from behind to make up for it.

These 16 people are the elite leaders of the Extreme Evil Division. Not only did the assassins not let the assassins advance, until they were all killed, these people were only slightly injured at most.This scene fell in the eyes of the prairie people, and the strength of Ye Kingdom must be re-evaluated!

The prince of the prairie finally hid his unwillingness, and suddenly there was a cold wind blowing in his face!
He dodged subconsciously, looked back, and saw that the iron arrow pierced through the tree trunk. With this distance and this strength, if he was hit by it, would his life still be saved? !who is it!

A figure in a crimson official uniform jumped up from the horse, picked up the long sword of a black-clothed assassin and flew towards him. With a few swipes, he killed his proud subordinate, and the rest surrounded the prince in panic. So far, no one is her opponent.

Ye Shaoyang was also stunned, Li Qianqiu, is this crazy? Why did you kill the prairie people!
He stared at the sword and frowned speculatively: "Is this going to blame the assassin?"

(End of this chapter)