His Wife Calls The Shots

Feng Xian listened, and the corner of his mouth slowly ticked.

This girl is really naughty.

He felt her approaching, less than half a meter away in front of him, maybe, looking up at him.

"Let me discuss something with you."

He raised his eyebrows: "Tell me."

"You shoot the eagle for me, and I will be your eye."

She added: "I have good eyesight, much better than Uncle Yu's."

Feng Xianben didn't need these "eyes" because he had practiced blindfolded a lot since he was a child, and he was used to it.

At this time, he was silent for a few seconds, only to feel the faint fragrance lingering around his nose, and the little girl's soft voice echoed in his ears.

When he spoke again, a word that did not pass through his brain came out of his mouth: "Come here."

"Um?"

He said, "I will teach you."

The little girl seemed very happy: "Teach me? Good!"

As soon as the words fell, he felt a little man in his arms.

He was about as tall as his collarbone, and his soft and slender hair seemed to be tied into two braids, and the small end at the end tangled his skin from time to time, causing it to itch a little.

She had already grabbed the bow and arrow, ready to launch.

"Junior Brother, am I doing the right thing?"

Hearing this sound, Feng Xian pulled her mind back from the scent and the thorn of her hair, and adjusted her movements following her feelings.

"The angle should be adjusted well, and the focus should be focused."

As he spoke, he adjusted her gestures.

At this moment, the little girl's head suddenly turned back, her hair brushed across his collarbone, a touch of coolness brushed across his skin, and then another touch of coolness swept him.

That's...the tip of her nose and chin.

It might be windy, a little cold, and… slippery.

He was frequently distracted.

"Junior brother, go back a little bit, there is no place in front of me."

Feng Xian felt that his breathing was a little unsteady, and he stepped back as if nothing had happened.

Reach out, touch and perceive her movements, check it, and after there is no error, he said, "Have you found the target?"

"Well, you can shoot anytime," she said.

"Avoid using your arms, sink your left shoulder, and use your shoulders to pull the bow full."

As he slowly taught, some finely adjusted voices came from his ears.

Feeling that she had adjusted, he added: "Pay attention to the coordination of the strength of both shoulders and arms."

"Okay." She responded.

Another small sound of adjustment.

Feng Xian said again: "Concentrate on it and count to it for three seconds. That's enough."

When the words fell, he was also in his heart, silently helping her count down.

As soon as three seconds passed, the sound of arrows was heard, which was obviously much stronger and faster than before.

She is very talented.

This is Feng Xian's first reaction.

It's hard to come by as soon as you say it.

Sudden--

"what!"

The little girl screamed, and then she ran away from him.

"Uncle Yu, what's going on?" he asked.

Lao Yu seemed to be still watching. After a while, he said, "It seems that he shot one more bird, killing two birds with one stone, shooting down both an eagle and a little sparrow."

He was interested: "Go and have a look."

Lao Yu helped him over there, and as soon as he got close, he felt a sadness.

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

Apologetically.

Feng Xian was touched and suddenly said, "Find a place and bury it."

The little girl stood up: "I'm going to try to save it."

He smiled lightly: "Where's the eagle?"

"This eagle often takes away chickens and ducks in the village. It's very bad. I'm here to kill the people. It's still alive. When I'm done with the bird, I'll shed its feathers and roast it to pay homage to the spirits of those chickens and ducks."