His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 241 This bird is dying

That thing was stuck alone in the corner, and it was forgotten here in what month and year.

He picked it up, stroked the arms of the bow with his fingers, and pulled it a bit. The elasticity was excellent, and the toughness of the string was also very good. It was a first-class bow.

The strings are a little worn, and I don't know if that's why they were left here.

He glanced to the side and saw an arrow.

He picked it up and put it on the bow like water. For two seconds, he aimed at a certain target in his villa with a very standard posture - opening a palm-width window.

He focused, his eyes widened.

With just a bang, the arrow flew out, carrying a shock wave, and flew directly towards the villa.

Suddenly, a bird happened to fly by.

Feng Xian's eyes tightened.

In the next second, the bird fell in a straight line and fell into the grass, while the arrow went straight through the window along the original trajectory and entered his villa.

Xue Han and Xue Nuan were stunned.

"Big brother, you hit it!"

Xue Nuan's face was not very good, and she looked like she was about to cry, and ran out at once: "The bird is going to die!"

Feng Xian frowned.

Looking at the backs of the two children running past, he was in a trance, and in his ears, a certain lost female voice came from the end of the summer that year—

"It's all my fault that the bird is dying."

...

Six years ago, Sheng'an Temple.

Feng Xian counted the days, and in a blink of an eye, he had been in this temple for more than half a month because of his eye injury.

It was really boring at first, but later, a little monk appeared, which was very interesting and could relieve his boredom.

This little "monk" was actually a girl who had just turned thirteen years old and was rather naughty.

Even if he couldn't see her appearance, just based on her voice and style of doing things, he could guess that she was a quirky child.

A few days ago, she secretly came here to pick persimmons, in exchange for a plate of fruit, she played chess with him.

Before leaving, he said that he would come again, this is the fifth day, and no one is seen.

The eyes can't see it for a while, the silence inside the house and the birdsong outside, the contrast is very clear.

There was a scent of sandalwood in the guest rooms of the temple, which was fine at first, but now, he smelled only tired and suffocated.

"Uncle Yu."

The door opened, and Lao Yu walked in: "Hey, young master, what's the matter with you? Do you want to eat something?"

"Help me out for a walk."

After staying here for more than ten days, Feng Xian is already familiar with the space outside the door. He knows that there are obstacles, and occasionally, he doesn't need to support him.

So, hearing this sentence at this time, Lao Yu reacted: "Master, do you want to come out of this yard?"

"I heard from my grandmother that there is a bamboo forest on the mountain behind this temple. Help me to go there for a walk."

Lao Yu nodded yes and took him out.

Although you can't see the scenery, listening to it may relieve your boredom.

The two walked out. The afternoon sunlight fell on the white gauze in front of Feng Xian's eyes, causing him to subconsciously frown.

There was a slight pain in his eyes.

"Master, why don't you go back. The person who attacked you a while ago hasn't been found out. If something goes wrong, how can I explain it to my family?"

Feng Xian raised his hand to stop his babble: "They won't come."

Lao Yu saw that he was so determined, and it was not easy to say anything. He thought that the back mountain was also often visited by disciples in the temple, so he took him forward.

All the way twists and turns, and finally higher and higher.

Feng Xian can feel the difference in the air. Compared with before, it has a fresh air.

The sounds in the ears are also enriched, and the sounds of birds, insects, wind blowing leaves, and even the shallow sound of water can be heard.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and pressed Lao Yu's wrist: "Listen."