Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

"Hahaha, Duan Shiliu, great job! Take the longbow from His Highness!"

The third prince was really satisfied.

He likes the joy of controlling the life and death of other people the most.

The guard brought the heavy bow.

The third prince raised his bow and arrows, and squinted his eyes at the snowball above King Jing's head.

As long as he is a bit biased, Prince Jing's eyeballs will not be taken.

Duan Yue rolled his eyelids lightly: "Your Highness, the posture is wrong."

The third prince was slightly startled, and then became annoyed: "How is it possible, don't talk nonsense!"

He has practiced bow for ten years, and suddenly he was told that his posture was not correct. Isn't it a joke that he even hit the basics wrong?

Duan Yue walked up behind him, stood on tiptoes, wrapped his arms lightly around his body, held his hands, and helped him adjust.

The third prince could feel the little dark guard's soft body clinging to his back.

He was clearly a hidden guard, but he was even thinner than his master.

The anger accumulated by the third prince disappeared inexplicably.

From the corner of his eye, he squinted at the calm face of the little dark guard: "Are you ready?"

Duan Yue held his five fingers, slightly adjusted the trajectory, and said: "Okay, Your Highness, let's shoot."

The third prince waited for a while, but he didn't see him let go, and suddenly felt a little awkward: "Why are you still hugging my highness?"

Don't watch carefully, if your hands shake or play tricks, Prince Jing's life will be gone.

Duan Yue said lightly: "Your Highness, if His Majesty asks questions, this arrow will be counted as being shot by a servant, and has nothing to do with Your Highness."

This means that if someone files a complaint saying that Duan Yunchen bullied his brother, Duan Shiliu will stand up and take the initiative to take the blame.

The third prince is not stupid, he figured out the twists and turns in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, his heart felt hot, as if some emotion was about to sprout.

"Your Highness, don't be nervous, relax."

Duan Yue mistakenly thought that he was excited, and knocked on his tiger's mouth, "It's time to shoot."

The third prince muttered: I want you to talk more.

He settled down, glanced at Duan Chuchu who was tied to a tree not far away and couldn't move, and sneered.

Duan Chuchu, it's your bad luck, don't blame my Highness!

After thinking about it, the five fingers suddenly loosened!

Feather arrows are like off-string arrows, and they shoot out in a "swipe"!

Prince Jing's pupils narrowed slightly, and he saw a sharp arrow piercing through the air, shooting towards his face mercilessly!

And the little secret guard who always stood in front of him in the past, at this moment, stood indifferently behind his mortal enemy, teaching him how to hurt himself!

Prince Jing is cold-tempered and rarely pretends to be anyone.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that there was an empty space somewhere in the apex of his heart.

It seemed that something important had left him and could no longer be pursued.

......

Guided by Duan Yue, the arrow hit the snowball on King Jing's head steadily and ruthlessly, and it shattered with a "snap", and the snow covered him all over.

The cold snow water flowed into the lapel, creating a biting chill.

Prince Jing's shoulders trembled slightly, he raised his long eyelashes that were stained with water, and his cold eyes fell on Duan Yue, hiding some inexplicable feelings.

Duan Yue felt uncomfortable being watched by him, turned his head in panic, and looked away.

The third prince's arrow was too accurate and he didn't enjoy himself.

He also hoped that the shot would miss a bit, and it would be best to leave something on Duan Chuchu's face.

Seeing that he was going to come again with his bow, Duan Yue thought for a while and said, "Your Highness, let me shoot, you servant. Please point me to a place."

"That's so boring, you're a hundred steps away!"

"How about adding another prize to the slave."

Duan Yue is well aware of the temper of the third prince, and also knows how to please him.

He has a considerate personality and is good at observing words and expressions. No matter who he follows, he knows how to satisfy the other party.

The third prince was easily aroused by him again, so he hesitated.

"You speak first."

Duan said softly: "You shoot with your eyes blindfolded. If you hit it, let it go. If you miss it, you owe the third prince a promise. No matter what happens, you must do what you say, how about it?"

The little dark guard's promise sounds good.

The third prince was moved, thought for a moment, and agreed.

Duan Yue tore off the bloody armband and tied it over his eyes.

The third prince was worried, for fear that he would deceive him, so he insisted on tying him up himself.

Duan Yue had no choice but to raise his head and let him do whatever he wanted.

He couldn't see, and always felt that the third prince had been dawdling for a long time.

"Your Highness, are you ready?"

He didn't know that after the third prince was tied up, facing his face, he fell into a daze, and his fingertips almost touched his fair cheek.

Hearing his question, the third prince felt like being electrocuted, suddenly withdrew his hand, and took a step back: "Okay, okay."

Duan Yue was puzzled by his tone, but he didn't think too much, he weighed the longbow.

The third prince's bow is still a little heavy for him.

But fortunately, he has internal strength to support him, so pulling it away is not a problem.

The third prince told him to shoot Prince Jing's right shoulder, where the bone nail pierced.

He had intentions to abolish Prince Jing.

Although Duan Yue couldn't see, his five senses were surprisingly sensitive. The direction and force of the wind, the sound of falling leaves, and the shape of snow melting all simulated specific scenes in his eyes.

He could even imagine Prince Jing's expression at the moment.

This man must have hated him to the bone.

But it's okay, it's better to go on different paths than to repeat the same mistakes.

Duan Yue laughed at himself, drew the longbow fully, without any hesitation, almost the moment the arrow hit it, it left the string.

The third prince next to him said something pity.

Duan Yue missed the shot.

The sharp point of the arrow grazed Prince Jing's cheek and sank into the tree trunk behind him.

Three points deep into the wood, the trunk was split into two halves.

The third prince was extremely regretful, if this arrow really hit Duan Chuchu's shoulder, it would be to such an extent that he would never be able to raise his right arm.

What a pity, what a pity.

Duan Yue showed no expression.

He deliberately deviates.

"Duan Shiliu, you still owe me a promise, don't forget it."

Duan Yue cupped his hands: "I would like to follow His Highness's instructions."

The third prince laughed, although this trip did not humiliate Duan Chuchu much, but getting the favor of the little dark guard is enough to make people enjoy themselves.

He was the same as when he came, and left with a large number of guards.

Duan Yuegong sent people out.

After waiting for a long time, after confirming that he would not come back and no one was left to monitor him, he walked back.

Prince Jing was still tied to the tree, looking at him with beautiful peach blossom eyes, his thin body was shivering from the cold, but his face was expressionless.

This person is always like this, like a god in the clouds who doesn't care about emotions.

Neither the supremacy of power nor the embarrassment of being down to this point can move him in the slightest.

It's... so disgustingly cold.

Duan Yue walked over, untied the rope, and pulled him down from the tree.

Prince Jing called him, "Duan Sixteen."

The voice was too thin to be heard, as if it was spinning.

Duan Yue looked down at him, waiting for him to speak.

But he pursed his upper lip, stopped talking, stretched out his hand to wrap around Duan Yue's waist, pressed his face against it, and closed his beautiful eyes.

When Prince Jing was injured, he didn't like to talk much.

Duan Yue didn't say anything, pulled him off his body, threw him on the ground, turned around and left.

"Section sixteen."

Prince Jing suddenly stretched out his bloody hand, grabbed his ankle, and called again: "Sixteen."

He didn't care who he called, and he didn't care whether Duan Yue answered or not.

He just wanted to make sure someone was there.

Because he is afraid of being alone.

Duan Yue was well aware of Prince Jing's habits, so he didn't bother to talk to him.

He wanted to kick the person away, but unfortunately the opponent's hand was so tight that he couldn't get rid of it at all.

He lowered his head and looked at Prince Jing: "Let go."

Prince Jing shook his head and called him, "Duan Sixteen."

Duan Yue was uncomfortable being called by him.

I can't say where, I just feel out of breath.

After thinking for a while, he finally turned around, picked up the creaking nest of the boy on the ground, lifted him up, and hugged him into his arms.