Chapter 92: Keep shooting until

He is acting, spicy eyes!
Shepherd licked his mouth and looked at him slyly, wanting to abuse the dog?
When the dog did not abuse, it would have been abused to Song Yuyue.
How can Song Haoyue disguise himself, and he can't conceal the paleness of his face.
Gu Yu... Want to teach Song Wushang Archery?
He stood behind Song Worry, and his chest seemed to be stuck on the back of Song...
Song Yuyue secretly gritted his teeth, but because of her eyes, she looked at herself from time to time, and she tried to squeeze a smile.
Try not to let the cockroaches in your heart show up.
Mugu and Gu Yu are good friends, and shepherd sees her awkward expression, which is equivalent to Gu Yu’s own eyes.
Because, what the pastoral will say to Gu Yu.
"This hand takes the bow, this hand is the arrow, then the bow..."
Gu Yubian said that he would teach Song to worry about the arrow and pull the bow.
His tone is not high, and his voice is more low-pitched.
The sound is in the ear, the back is all his breath, his big palm, holding her little hand, full of his temperature.
This temperature, from the hand to the atrium, Song's worry-free heart, like a soft feather, swept gently.
Then, like a mischievous deer slamming inside, let her heartbeat, skipping a half-beat for a while, and then leaping and accelerating.
This feeling... is very strange and very moving.
Song has no worries, his brain is a bit sloppy, unable to concentrate on thinking...
He is like this, which woman still has the heart to learn to shoot?
"Is it accurate? The arrow is aimed at the target." Gu Yu slightly bowed his head and his voice was mellow.
Song Wuyou’s face was a little red and nodded.
"Let go, shoot." Gu Yu taught her to let go.
"Call..." The arrow flew out.
But... shot the target, but did not hit the center point.
And still very biased...
Song Wuxi licked his mouth and turned to Song Yuyue.
Song Haoyue just looked at her.
In the eyes of the four eyes, Song Haoyue quickly swept through a sigh of relief.
Song has no worries, throwing a provocative smile to her.
Soon, she sighed and said with disappointment, "You taught me that I can't shoot, without you, I can't shoot."
Her tone was disappointing.
Gu Yu arms her body, her head is low, her chin gently touches the top of her head, and her voice is low and sweet: "Nothing, one shot, the second time, the third time... I’ve been shooting until the middle.

"Oh..." Shemu suddenly laughed. "Auntie, I listened to this, how do you think about it?"
Gu Yu repeats the movement just now, while teaching Song Wushou to pull the bow and say to the pastor: "Your head itself is long, isn't it normal?"
Song has no worries, can't help but show a smile.
She turned her head and glanced at herd to see if his head really wanted to
"Don't look at it." Gu Yu used his chin and gently clicked on the top of Song's worry-free head.
"Oh..." Song worried and spit out his tongue, letting him teach himself to shoot arrows.
Song Haoyue, who was watching next to him, had already lost his face and wondered how pale.
She was afraid that Gu Yu and Mu Gu found that they simply turned their backs to them and pretended to play with the bow. In fact, they couldn't see the place where they couldn't see it.
Damn Song Worry!
Gu Shao was very tired of her, how suddenly she was so good to her?
What kind of trick is this swearing person to use to confuse Gu Shao’s heart?
After several times of teaching Song Worry, Song Wuyou strongly wanted to shoot himself.
A living man is standing behind her... hot!