CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 163: THIS PUPPY-LIKE MALE LEAD IS SO OBEDIENT

The protagonist indeed was quick-witted, rolling towards Lin Yu’s direction to successfully dodge the arrow rain.

At this moment, when Yan Huan Yu approached her nearby, she felt completely revitalized.

The dizziness that had been bothering her vanished instantly, making her feel unprecedentedly refreshed.

It was as if she received a buff, her shooting became more accurate.

As the carriage moved, Shu’er kept shooting at those people.

The protagonist curiously watched Shu’er handling the firearm, Shu’er grinned, "Want to give it a try?"

Yan Huan Yu nodded, Shu’er pulled out another handgun and handed it to Yan Huan Yu.

Yan Huan Yu, worthy of being the protagonist, quickly found his rhythm after initial confusion, shooting with deadly precision — hitting one person with each shot, eventually hitting two with one shot.

Shu’er could only say the buff was impressive.

Yan Huan Yu’s eyes sparkled, killing from a distance felt really satisfying.

Moreover, the firearm’s range was incredibly vast, and its accuracy was superb.

The Dazi cavalry archers, due to bow strength and arm power, lose accuracy when shooting for long periods.

And over long distances, the power decreases, along with the accuracy.

Now using firearms, the others couldn’t hit them as the carriage drove away.

Yet they could hit the Dazi, these firearms were simply fascinating!

When only two Dazi were left, Shu’er spoke, "Leave them alive."

So Yan Huan Yu disabled one Dazi’s legs with two shots, and Shu’er disabled the other one.

With the Dazi dead, the carriage came to a halt.

Shu’er excitedly went to collect the horses left behind, tying them together.

A total of 25 horses, she really hit the jackpot this time.

She happily spoke to Yinxing, "Quick, quick, go to Deserted Mountain and have Lin Yu bring some people."

Afterward, Shu’er thanked the two government officers.

"Thank you, my Lords."

With Yan Huan Yu present, the two officers dared not act arrogantly, politely waving their hands.

"Saving comrades is expected."

Yinxing drove the carriage away with the officers.

Shu’er and Yan Huan Yu sat on the plain waiting, while guarding the horses.

Yan Huan Yu leaned against his chestnut horse, pale as paper. His naturally soft look made him even more endearing.

Yan Huan Yu still resembled a young lad, seemingly younger than her, only fourteen years old.

The protagonist, as described later, was like a puppy — very gentle.

He gave off an impression like a younger brother next door.

If placed in her era, he would just enter junior high now.

But in ancient times, he was fighting for life on the battlefield, with injuries and blood as common occurrences.

Shu’er then noticed his chest was bleeding, with multiple fresh wounds.

Shu’er said, "Come quickly, let me treat you."

His eyes, somewhat bright and rounded, gave an impression of pure innocence when looking at people.

Thinking of this, Shu’er chuckled, how could she make an invalid walk over? She saw his foot had been shot by an arrow.

While pondering, she walked over.

When speaking to him, Shu’er’s tone naturally softened.

"Let me check your injuries."

Yan Huan Yu nodded, "Thank you, young lady."

Shu’er smiled, "By age, you should call me sister."

From past to present ages, she deserved this call of sister.

Yan Huan Yu wisely followed, during his voice change of calling sister, he sounded very obedient.

"Sister, I’m indebted."

She carefully opened Yan Huan Yu’s shirt.

Finding wounds on him, even a broken arrow still embedded.

Fortunately, Yan Huan Yu was smart and didn’t pull out the arrow himself, or he might have lost a lot of blood now...

Death wasn’t definite, being the protagonist, unless her butterfly effect altered the storyline causing his demise, it wasn’t likely.

Yan Huan Yu looked at Shu’er, "Besides the Hundred-step Piercing Willow, sister also heals injuries?"

Shu’er nodded with a smile, "A bit."

Yan Huan Yu quietly watched Shu’er take out the silver needle, light the alcohol, then sterilize.

Her fingers were fine, smooth, and slightly pink, and her movements were slow and elegant.

Rather than healing, it seemed he was watching a delightful visual feast.

When Shu’er inserted the silver needle into his acupoint, Yan Huan Yu realized the pain of his injury vanished.

He looked surprised at this girl, finding her focused on healing him, her delicate face full of seriousness.

Not a trace of previous tenderness visible.

She took out a silver knife, cut his wound open, and carefully extracted the arrow without affecting any flesh.

Once the arrow was out, it only bled a little bit, but the process caused no pain.

Yan Huan Yu breathed a long sigh of relief.

Once the arrows were removed, Shu’er disinfected Yan Huan Yu again and then sewed up the wound.

She added some Spiritual Spring Water to aid his recovery.

Shu’er handed him a small black porcelain bottle.

"This medicine can reduce inflammation and promote healing. You can consume it; if insufficient, you can send someone to Deserted Mountain to fetch more, just ask for Shu’er."

Yan Huan Yu nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, sister."

Shu’er smiled.

This younger brother, he was so obedient.

Just then, Yinxing arrived with people.

Seeing so many horses, their eyes were all shining brightly.

Their Young Madam was amazing, capturing so many horses.

Horses were scarce now, mainly because they didn’t have foals.

Having horses now will greatly ease future travels.

At the same time, Shu’er lifted the two Dazi, fierce-looking, with eyes full of disdain.

Speaking some Dazi language to her, which she didn’t understand.

Yan Huan Yu immediately slapped both on the face, his eyes full of fierceness and lips tightly pressed.

"Keep mouthing off, and I’ll kill you on the spot."

He was adorably fierce!

This little wolf dog brother was pretty cute...

No wonder she saved him.

Shu’er curiously asked, "What are they saying?"

Yan Huan Yu pressed his lips, looking somewhat annoyed, his brow furrowed tightly, taking a breath and suppressing his irritation.

Only then did he softly speak to Shu’er.

"Sister, nothing worth mentioning, don’t worry."

Clearly a sensible one, probably afraid she’d be saddened knowing.

Such words were indeed pointless.

Shu’er nodded, since this puppy was protecting her, she wouldn’t let his good intentions go in vain.

She looked at the two Dazi, calmly speaking to Li Zhuang Mahuo.

"Smack them with another round of slaps."

Li Zhuang Mahuo: "..."

No wonder she’s their grudging Young Madam.