Generals and Puppet Emperors

Uncomfortably, I weighed the fluffy body of the bow, and lifted it in my hand effortlessly. I have tried the siege crossbow used in real battles. It is heavy, thick, and hidden under the simple body of the crossbow. In an instant, it can penetrate the skull and burst the brain, a power that cannot be matched by manpower.

Lightly pulling the bowstring, my body tensed, and the smooth muscle lines on my arms naturally tightened. The blood flowed upstream from the soles of my feet and rushed to my brain. , with absolute confidence and courage, I can feel a steady stream of power boiling like my internal organs, I drew the bow, and the string almost stretched into a full moon.

The bow made a hoarse, dying tense sound...

What I hold in my hand is a broken string and a broken bow.

I didn't know it for a while. When I thought about the scene at this time and when I was galloping on the battlefield that day, I couldn't help but fell into a mysterious realm during the battle, but what I got at this moment was not the enemy's slumped corpse. embarrassing situation.

Aman's eyes were filled with obvious surprise and astonishment. Her eyes lingered on my hand several times, and the expression on her face clearly showed a word of confusion.

He Lan's eyes were stained with a different color, he seemed to be smiling but he didn't seem to be smiling. He always liked to laugh, but even I couldn't clearly distinguish what he was laughing at, so I followed suit Ignoring the change in his expression, I felt the embarrassing emotions in my heart were constantly accumulating and fermenting, like soft rain, without considering the sudden change of the person being drenched, it just fell to the ground in a sporadic manner.

I looked at each other for a while, the atmosphere was stagnant, I had no choice but to throw the broken string and the bow into He Lan's arms, and said, "I didn't pay attention at the moment."

No wonder, He Lan smoothed things over, he turned his lips and said, "Zi probably hasn't recovered his body and mind from the battlefield yet."

I stared at Aman sincerely. Her surprise came and went quickly. I should have accepted He Lan's statement, and my subconscious breathing slowed down. Fortunately, it didn't destroy the reliability I showed. image.

I secretly praised He Lan's timely originality, and watched him throw the broken bow to the vendor without changing his expression.

Throw out a few white silver ingots.

I rubbed my chin. The reason why I threw it to Helan was for this purpose. Instead of making the silver taels cheaper for the merchants, it would be better to buy some of Aman’s favorite desserts. My annual salary is quite a lot, but I want Raising a white and fat Aman...would cost Helan a lot.

I got a new bow, and I finally stopped doing embarrassing things. The arrow stably pierced through the bull's-eye before falling to the ground askew.

Aman's eyes were full of joyful flames, and I would naturally fulfill her wish, holding her hand solemnly and teaching her how to stretch the string into a full moon and how to shoot arrows with steady hands.

Well, in all seriousness.

Aman's waist is very thin, and his body is very close to me. I can even feel the heat of his lower body through the clothes. Well, I have the urge to hold my waist.

Aman's fingers are slender, and her petite hand is wrapped in my palm, like a fine piece of warm jade.

Feel……

Holding Aman's hand,

It's like holding the whole world in your hands.

I thought seriously, not at all distracted.

The author has something to say:

#I am still deceiving myself today#

#I am a very serious person or something.

Finally updated... I am addicted to Onmyoji and can't extricate myself. Are there any Africans who can't get ssr like me?