Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Before Yan Heng could speak again, she quickly jumped out of his embrace, bent down, and picked up the heavy longbow again.

With a serious face, he stared at him, "You, you can't go back!"

"...Let's go to the archery range now, shall we?"

Yan Heng smiled helplessly.

He paused, glanced at the bow in her hand, but frowned.

He pinched his chin thoughtfully, "However, General Wang's bow... it shouldn't be suitable for you."

...

Frontier Camp Archery Field.

Xiang Xing grabbed his little face, and looked at the small, thin, inconspicuous rattan bow in his hand with some disgust.

He couldn't help glancing gloomily at the man who was not far away who was choosing the target.

Compared to Wang Hai's, this bow is indeed a lot easier to use.

- But it's too imposing, isn't it?

Such a small broken bow, let alone an enemy, can't even kill a rabbit...

"Looking at your expression, you seem to dislike this bow that I carefully selected."

I don't know when, Yan Heng has walked back from the arena.

Seeing her tangled face, she smirked, "Xing'er, thinking like this will offend this bow very much."

"...why."

Xiang Xing didn't quite understand, so he tilted his head, blinked softly, and looked at him.

However, she saw the man raise the corners of her pale lips, smiled lowly, and took the bow and arrow from her hand.

After that, he turned around handsomely and neatly, took a bow and shot an arrow towards the target placed in the field.

"--laugh!"

The arrows are impartial and centered on the red heart.

"The general's archery is really the best in the world!"

The little soldiers on the sidelines could not help applauding crazily with admiration.

"Look, is this bow valuable again in your heart?"

Yan Heng smiled and looked back at the little guy who was already staring blankly, with a smug look in his eyes.

"Well, then I'm going to use this bow!"

As he expected, Xiang Xingguo jumped over with excitement and anticipation, snatched the rattan bow in his hand, and hugged it tightly in his arms.

Only in a place he couldn't see, a duck hiding in a crested cane spit silently.

Lie to children!

Relying on his own martial arts skills, he can't choose weapons, and properly deceives children!

But... oops, it's good that the little ancestor is happy.

Lest she keep thinking that the nightmare wasn't it.

Soon, under the guidance of Yan Heng's hands, Xiang Xing slowly learned to draw bows and arrows.

It was this body's strength that was really bad. She took a lot of effort to pull such a small vine bow before she could pull it away and staggered to aim at the bullseye directly opposite.

Arrow after arrow.

Fortunately, she still has the martial arts experience and understanding she has accumulated over the years, including those she has accumulated in reality.

It didn't take long for her to miss the target, hit the target, and finally hit the bullseye with every arrow.

Even Yan Heng, who was beside him, had an amazing light in the bottom of his eyes.

The talent of his little guy is higher than he imagined.

...

I learned that way for a few days.

Gradually, Yan Heng suddenly discovered that every time Xiang Xing drew a bow, he seemed to look at him silently, hesitating to say anything.

He thought about it for a while, and then he suddenly leaned in when she looked at him again.

"Xing'er, do you have something to tell me?"

He asked with a smile, wrapped his arms around her body, quietly took the bow and arrow in his hand, and put it aside.

Without withdrawing his arms, he directly embraced the little guy, bowed his head, and kissed the nervously pursed pink lips.