Chapter 195 - 195 A Tragic Child!
195 A Tragic Child!
It was unknown if it was because the little packrat had awakened a super heaven-grade spiritual root, but her archery skill was actually maxed out.
It was just that others might need to practice day after day and year after year to reach the height of being able to shoot through the poplar at a hundred steps. However, her little packrat did not need it at all.
Back then, when the little packrat was playing archery for the first time, Thunderbolt was teaching Yan Qi. The little packrat watched from the side and felt that this game was really fun!
She also clamored to have fun.
However, the crossbows used by Thunderbolt and Yan Qi were too big. They were much taller than the little packrat. The little packrat’s arms were too short to pull the bowstring.
Later on, Thunderbolt seemed to have gone to look for Mo Beiyuan and got an especially beautiful set of small bows and arrows from somewhere. The little packrat placed her chubby little hand on it and learned it without a teacher.
Swish,swish,swish, swish, a few arrows were released, all hitting the bullseye.
Thunderbolt and the secret guards were so frightened that they started to doubt their lives.
Therefore, Yun Ran felt that Sweet Cake seemed to be more suitable to play this game than Bun.
However, whether she wanted to play or not depended on the little packrat.
“Alright, Sweetcake wants to play swish, swish,swish…” The little packrat clapped its little hands happily and continued to ask impatiently, “Mother, what else? What other games are there?”
“There’s also a game that tames big lions, tigers, and big gray wolves. Do you want to play it?”
“Yes! Sweetcake wants to play that! Sweetcake likes little kittens the most. And big gray wolves…”
The packrat’s reaction was within Yun Ran’s expectations because the packrat really liked animals.
Moreover, she seemed to have the same magical ability as her that could make beasts afraid.
At first, Yun Ran did not realize it. It was only later that she gradually realized that both little packrats had such abilities.
Therefore, either of the two little packrats could participate in the beast-taming competition.
The two little packrats had different personalities and liked different things.
In the end, Sweetcake chose four, while Bun was in charge of the remaining three.
This division of labor stunned all the onlookers in the hall.
“This little baby actually wants to tame beasts. Her small body is not enough for the demon beasts to devour.”
“This little baby isn’t even as tall as a crossbow. Archery? You must be joking!”
“How much strength can this baby have with her little fists? How can she compare with the rest?”
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If this continued, not to mention whether this little baby would lose or not, the problem was that she might even lose her life in the beast-taming competition!
Didn’t Mo Beiyuan dote on this little girl just now?
At this moment, he was actually letting that woman lie to this child to send her to her death!
Wasn’t that woman the child’s biological mother? Her thoughts were too vicious!
It was clearly a dangerous beast-taming competition, but that woman actually lied to her child and said something about making the big lion, the little tiger, and the big gray wolf listen to her.
Little Mo Yunnian did not know that in the eyes of these people, she was a tragic child!
At this moment, she was cheering for her brother.
This was because they had to compete in arithmetic first. Bun and the Thirteenth Prince were competing.
The question was set by the Imperial Tutor, so he answered it quickly.
It was not only a test of arithmetic but also a test of superb memory.
The Thirteenth Prince was known as a little prodigy in the palace and was extremely talented in knowledge.
The thing he was most proud of was his memory. Therefore, when the Imperial Tutor was about to bring them a pen and paper to write down the questions, he said confidently, “There’s no need to give me a pen and paper. It’s just arithmetic. I don’t need a pen and paper at all. The Imperial Tutor can directly set the questions!”