Hearing about the demonic beast, Jiang Zhiyu's expression instantly became tense.
"Demonic beast?" He took a few steps forward. "What kind of demonic beast?"
"It looked like a fox, with pitch-black pupils and no whites in its eyes, and it had nine huge tails." Chai Xiaomi stretched out her arms to gesture, "From there to there, about that long."
The cloak draped over her shoulders opened up because of her movements.
Wu Li's gaze paused.
That large chest flower of hers was gone, untied at some unknown time.
At this moment, the exquisite begonia embroidery on the edge of her ruqun frequently flashed in front of Jiang Zhiyu as her arms swayed.
It was simply an eyesore!
Chai Xiaomi was just gesturing when suddenly a tall figure blocked her view.
The young man lowered his eyes, his eye color terrifyingly gloomy.
He didn't say a word, just expressionlessly tied another large chest flower for her in front of everyone.
Chai Xiaomi simply thought he liked doing handicrafts and let him be.
After all, this guy would even draw a self-portrait doorplate to hang at the door of the treehouse when he was a child. He was a handicraft expert and had this interest since childhood.
"Nine-tailed demonic beast?" Jiang Zhiyu was slightly startled, his expression turning solemn. "Wu Li, did you repel it?"
The Nine-Tails was an ancient divine beast. Even if he encountered it, he wouldn't be completely confident in subduing it. How could it be easily subdued by Wu Li?
In his opinion, although Wu Li came from the voodoo clan, at this age, he only knew some ordinary voodoo arts for teasing people at most, and his strength was far from enough to contend with such a powerful demonic beast.
Wu Li was lowering his eyes, focused on pulling the cloak tight for the young girl in front of him.
He casually brushed away the fallen leaves stuck in the fluff, and finally pulled up the hood to cover her head, making her whole small face instantly sink into the white fluff.
The lustrous skin and the fluffy white hair reflected each other, and he carefully pulled her collar up a bit, only exposing a pair of dark and bright eyes, blinking clearly.
Only then did he pat her head in satisfaction.
After doing all this, he slowly turned his head to look at Jiang Zhiyu, and curled his lips indifferently, "If it wasn't me, could it be you?"
Jiang Zhiyu: "...Uh."
A perfectly fine sentence, when spoken by Wu Li, could always sound so sharp.
He seemed naturally proficient in thousands of embarrassing ways of speaking.
The order of seniority, etiquette and upbringing seemed to have never existed in his eyes.
Probably because the elders in his family hadn't taught him well since he was a child, treating him like a little emperor, that he was spoiled into this unruly and bad temper, Jiang Zhiyu secretly guessed.
His father and master often taught him to be gentle in dealing with people and things. He no longer cared about Wu Li's thorny words, and only cared to ask, "Then how did you drive it away? Are you injured?"
"Hearing Brother Jiang ask like this, it's a bit laughable."
As Wu Li's voice fell, his figure flew up like a light swallow.
He bent down to pick up the longbow left not far away when he was casting the voodoo art just now, and casually grabbed a handful of crushed stones from his feet.
While walking back, he casually raised the bow.
Aiming in Jiang Zhiyu's direction.
Wu Li slightly tilted his head.
His amber right eye gently closed, leaving only that deep purple left eye slowly narrowing.
Deep in the pupil, it seemed to reflect an iris flower blooming in a deep pool, rippling and enchanting, tempting all living beings.
At this moment, people completely ignored this aggressive action.
A bright red and smiling arc curled up at the corners of the young man's lips.
The bowstring gradually tightened under his fingertips, pulled to the full.
Before everyone could react.
"Swish, swish, swish—!"
The sound of breaking through the air rang out simultaneously.
In an instant, nine stones lined up in a neat row, nailing into the rock surface in front of the tip of Jiang Zhiyu's boots with incomparable precision, without the slightest error.
The cracks in the stone split with fine lines, indicating that the power contained within it was not to be underestimated.
"May I ask Brother Jiang, is it very difficult to drive away a nine-tailed demonic beast?"
The young man put down the bow and lazily threw it over his shoulder.
His tone revealed a faint disdain.
"So that's how it is!" Jiang Zhiyu seemed to be awakened, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "You suppressed the demonic energy of the Nine-Tails! As expected of you, Wu Li!"
Song Yueyao heard this, and curiosity rose in her eyes: "Suppressing the demonic energy?"
Not learning spells, yet still able to suppress demons?
"Exactly. I once heard my master mention this method," Jiang Zhiyu turned to her and explained, "It is specially used to deal with the nine-tailed demonic beast. It is a suppression technique created by the ancestors. If you shoot its nine tails at the same time, you can lock its demonic energy, causing it to gradually dry up."
He still remembered that his master claimed to be good at archery when he was young, and once shot nine arrows with his own hands to suppress a nine-tailed demonic beast, thereby subduing it.
It's just that ordinary people don't dare to try this method easily.
People in the martial arts world mostly use swords, and those who are proficient in archery are rare to begin with. Not to mention that this move is extremely dangerous. If you fail to shoot all nine tails at the same time and miss one, it will instead enrage the monster and cause its demonic power to surge.
At that time, the nine-tailed demonic beast would only become more difficult to deal with, causing an even harder situation to clean up.
Therefore, his praise for Wu Li came entirely from the bottom of his heart, even carrying a bit of admiration.
If it were him, he definitely wouldn't dare to take such a risk.
What's more, he only specialized in swordsmanship and was not good at archery.
But he had seen Wu Li's archery.
He could hit even fleeing mice with perfect accuracy, let alone nine swaying giant tails.
However, shooting nine arrows simultaneously in an instant was truly impressive.
Yan Xingxiao also sighed from the side, "I have walked outside for many years and seen many children of aristocratic families competing in archery and hunting. They all used good bows and arrows, but it was just so-so!"
He shook his head, then looked at Wu Li, with admiration in his eyes, "When it comes to real skills, Young Master Wu's archery is one of the few that Yan has seen in his life!"
Saying that, he gave Chai Xiaomi a thumbs-up and smiled, shaking it: "Miss Chai's earlier praise was really not false at all!"
If Chai Xiaomi hadn't seen with her own eyes that one of Wu Li's arrows missed for her, she would almost have thought that he used this method to subdue the nine-tailed demonic beast.
But hearing others praise him, her heart followed suit and became joyful.
She proudly put her hands on her hips, as if the person being praised was herself.
"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile." She waved her hand and deliberately kept a straight face, "Escort Leader Yan, you must never recklessly spread this matter outside. Think about it, every time you escort goods, why do you have to pack them tightly and put seals on them?"
Naturally, it was because the goods being escorted were all precious treasures, afraid of arousing covetousness, they had to be properly hidden.
Yan Xingxiao thought for a moment, and suddenly realized, smiling slyly: "Ah, understood, understood! Treasures should be hidden well, I promise not to make a sound everywhere."
Young Master Wu was already born with a face that attracted peach blossoms, coupled with this outstanding archery skill. If he really went to the hunting grounds of the Central Plains, who knows how many young ladies would exclaim in surprise. Shouldn't he be hidden well?
Chai Xiaomi's lips curled up, "That's good."
She thought to herself, Escort Leader Yan had a big mouth and often talked about the people and things he encountered while walking in the martial arts world. Since Wu Li specially covered her eyes when dealing with the nine-tailed demonic beast, he definitely didn't want others to know exactly what method he used to defeat the demonic beast.
Although she didn't know either, she would help him hide it from everyone.
Wu Li walked up beside her. Seeing her and Yan Xingxiao exchanging smiles and playful glances, he felt a little displeased. "What kind of riddle are you two playing at?"
"Can't you tell?" Chai Xiaomi threw her arm around him. "We're praising you for being a treasure!"
She hung onto his arm like a koala.
Wu Li's heart stirred.
He suddenly pulled the bow off his back, slung it over her shoulder, and then effortlessly scooped her up onto his back.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Chai Xiaomi nervously wrapped her arms around his neck. She was worried about his injuries but didn't dare ask in front of everyone.
Wu Li replied, "Your script isn't over yet."
Carrying her on his back, he walked over to the tree hollow.
Little Eight poked its head out of the tree hollow, its eyes shining brightly.
It had seen that kiss.
It finally understood.
Mom and Dad weren't fighting; they were in love.
It watched as Dad, carrying Mom on his back, leaned over slightly and reached out a hand to it.
"Let's go," he said. "We're going home."
