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Chapter 19 The Archer

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    Wen Wenming told Lu Jie all the ins and outs of this matter, and repeatedly told him not to speak out. He was worried that speaking out would not only hurt Yang Wen's reputation, but also make him appear too cruel. Lu Jie joked that Wen Wenming was a weasel who ate chicken  To bury chicken feathers richly¡ªfake benevolence and righteousness, but he also swears:

    "Don't worry, if you kill me, I won't say anything!"

    That is, from then on, Lu Jie often joked that Wen Wenming was a cold-blooded person who was not interested in girls, because in his eyes, Yang Wen could be regarded as a very pretty girl¡ªwith light sweeping eyebrows, big lantern eyes, and a thin willow waist  , fair skin, and most importantly, there are mature breasts that countless girls envy and boys envy.

    Wen Wenming also admitted that Yang Wen was beautiful, and he was in adolescence, so he had some unreasonable thoughts about girls like Yang Wen, so he could only answer Lu Jie, "It's a pity that he is not the type I like." Lu Jie was attracted to the side  Tsk tut and sigh:

    "I said, buddy, your vision is really not ordinary!" After a while of amazement, "Then which type do you like? Tell me and let me learn a lot!"

    Civilization smiled meaningfully: "When I meet you, you will know!"

    It seems that Shu Ying is the type that Civilization likes: Lively yet mature, with a sweet voice and delicate appearance, she looks like a princess in the elf world.

    This is Wen Wenming's first impression of Shu Ying, and this impression seems to be firmly imprinted on his heart.

    On the night when I saw Shu Ying for the first time, Wen Wenming returned home, locked the door, took out the painting he had drawn in the afternoon, looked at it carefully for a long time, then took out the brush and colored it, looked left and right, and was so happy  Want to squeeze all the smiles on your face.

    "You are mine!" Civilization took this sentence to heart.

    He found paper from his mother's room again, and carefully covered it.  At night, Civilization lay on the bed, hugged the painting in his arms, and had a mysterious dream¡ªdreaming that he became a sharp archer, drove a carriage, rushed into the castle, rescued the imprisoned princess, and fled to the forest.  The two lived happily ever after.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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