Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Tilting Head to Kiss

“Twang!”

As Ming released the bowstring, the arrow cleaved through the sky, and a deer in the distance fell with the sound.

The deer was directly pierced through the head by the arrow, dying peacefully without any suffering.

This hunt definitely didn’t involve any magical arts or spiritual energy from Ming.

Otherwise, each of the over a hundred arrows on his back would have meant one prey.

But even so, at Ming’s current level as a martial artist, achieving perfect accuracy was somewhat difficult. After all, Ming was a martial artist, not some legendary marksman.

To put it another way, Ming could pierce a stone with a single arrow, but using the bow like a sniper rifle? Ming couldn’t guarantee hitting the target every time.

Still, even if he couldn’t hit every single shot, achieving nine out of ten wasn’t too hard.

However, Ming intentionally missed a few shots.

If the boss wants to compete with you, you can’t really win against the boss, right?

It’s like when the boss wants to play cards with you; you can’t keep winning all the time. Otherwise, where would the boss save face?”Giddyap!”

Ming lifted the deer by hand, placed it into his storage pouch, then leisurely continued hunting.

Without incident, these game animals should all be able to be taken back. There’d be a barbecue tonight at Xiao Chun Courtyard.

On the other side, Wu also pulled her bowstring, and every arrow that flew through the air brought down a creature instantly.

Compared to Ming,

Wu had no such concerns.

She didn’t need to deliberately give her father face, nor did she want to lose to Ming.

Grabbing the prey, Wu tossed the wild boar into her storage pouch.

Although martial artists can’t use traditional storage pouches, Mo Sect cultivators have created ones that open with Martial True Qi.

Aside from being expensive, these pouches have no significant flaws.

And for someone like Wu, who comes from royalty, “expensive” isn’t really a flaw.

After tossing the prey into her pouch, Wu set off again, intending to hunt something larger.

But before she could ride her horse more than a few steps, she felt dizzy.

Ming in the forest also felt the same.

Both knew the magic array in the hunting garden had activated, but neither understood why.

With a momentary lapse in awareness, when Ming regained focus, he found himself inside a mountain cave.

This cave was tall, at least a hundred meters deep.

Ming tried to fly out, only to discover a no-fly barrier here.

When Ming was feeling confused, a shadow appeared at the cave entrance.

The shadow grew larger and larger.

Instinctively, Ming caught the figure.

“Yanhan?” Ming looked at the girl in his arms, even more perplexed.

Gradually regaining her senses, Wu slowly opened her eyes.

“Xu Ming?” Wu was also surprised.

Ming chuckled, “That’s right, it’s me.” Wu glanced around and noticed she was in a cave, and worse, she was in Ming’s arms, held like a bride.

“Put me down,” Wu pinched her fist and lightly tapped Ming.

“Honestly, if I hadn’t caught you, you’d have smashed onto the ground,” Ming teased while placing Wu on the ground.

“What is this place?” Wu asked.

Ming said helplessly, “This is the royal garden, your turf. You’re asking an outsider?”

Wu gave Ming a dirty look, “I don’t know everything about Wudu, but judging from the situation, my father probably did this intentionally.”

“Definitely,” Ming nodded, agreeing with Wu’s guess.

The Emperor had absolute control over Wudu. Since this was the royal garden, it made sense.

Unsurprisingly, the Emperor likely activated the magic array, transporting both him and Wu here.

But what was the Emperor’s purpose?

Could he think doing this would increase their feelings for each other? Just as Ming and Wu were puzzled, wisps of white smoke drifted down from the hundred-meter-high cave opening.

These smokes carried a faint fragrance.

And as they smelled it, the stirring in Ming and Wu’s hearts grew stronger!

Ming and Wu looked at each other, finding the other seemed more beautiful, more alluring, and there was an irresistible urge to get closer.

Indeed, Ming and Wu slowly approached each other, lost in the haze, their lips almost touching.

But just before they touched, Ming’s willpower kicked in, and he turned his head in time.

“I think I understand what your father is trying to do,” Ming said.

Wu’s cheeks flushed red, brushing her hair behind her ear, nodding, “I guessed too.”

A man and woman alone together, with incense that stirs desire—it was clear the Emperor wanted to speed things up.

“Doesn’t your father underestimate our willpower?” Ming laughed, “He wouldn’t think this incense alone could make us fall, would he?”

Wu shook her head, “My father never simplifies things. He always anticipates complications and prepares accordingly.”

“You mean your father has more tricks up his sleeve?” Ming asked.

Wu nodded, “Probably. This doesn’t seem like my father’s style.”

“What’s the emperor’s next move?” As Ming spoke, he felt a sharp tremor in his chest.

Ming tightly clutched his chest, his heart racing, his breathing heavier, his breath increasingly scorching.

Not just Ming, Wu was the same.

“That meal was problematic!”

Ming and Wu simultaneously realized the issue! There must have been some strange drug in that meal, or the wine. And it wasn’t low-grade either!

Despite their increasingly heated breaths, their senses—smell, touch, sight—all heightened, leaving them parched and throat burning.

Under the influence of the mist, they already found each other more alluring, and now with the drug taking effect, Ming and Wu gradually lost their rationality.

“Yanhan, we…”

Before Ming could finish his sentence, Wu tiptoed, hands resting on Ming’s shoulders, tilting her head to kiss him.