After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

One of the pleasures of hunting is power. With a weapon in hand, you can legitimately commit violence, and no matter what comes next, it will become the prey. And you will be rewarded for the slaughter.

Among the group of followers who were suddenly pulled in to hunt, someone's prey was different. It was no longer a hungry rabbit foraging in winter, but a sheep - a two-legged sheep. He blended into the crowd and was inconspicuous. He followed the excited team and spread across the boundaries of the hunting ground. Unlike others, he knew where his prey appeared, so he waited in the dark.

The hunting competition entered the halfway point. There were whistles and cheers from all around, and the white snow showed no sign of stopping. He hid in the dark and remained calm, wiping the snow off his face from time to time. Until a figure riding a white horse appeared in the distance - maybe the horse was not white, but everything was white against the backdrop of the heavy snow. He was so nervous that he dared not breathe, and he didn't know why the organization had assigned him the task in this way for the first time. His eyes followed the ups and downs of the figure.

Finally, the horse came under his "eyes" and was tied to a dead tree nearby. He carefully looked at the man: he was dignified, tall, with a delicate face, well-dressed, and wearing a dark fur cape. He was so attractive that people couldn't take their eyes off him.

"Is it him?" The killer hiding in the dark couldn't help but think. He didn't know who the organization asked him to kill. The order he received was to shoot arrows at whoever appeared in this abandoned weapons workshop today.

Even in the icy and snowy weather, the killer couldn't stop sweating on his forehead. He asked in his heart, "What if he is an innocent person?" But immediately before he left, the boss's words reappeared in his ears, "What? It's his bad luck. Damn it, how can a good person run there in the snow? I don't think he is a good person!"

“Is he a good bird?”

The killer didn't know, but he knew he was a rookie. Today was his first day out on a mission, and his brothers were too busy to leave, so they entrusted him with the important task. He didn't dare to disobey his eldest brother's orders, nor did he dare to act rashly. He could only observe the man's every move with his eyes like a procrastinator, waiting to verify his guess and waiting to find a good opportunity.

After tying up the horse, the man walked around the ruined wall and came to the collapsed houses. He first squatted down to check the situation, then looked around. Miraculously, the man disappeared in the next second, disappearing right in front of the killer's eyes.

He was panicking, thinking: "It's over, it's over. How come the person is still missing? How can I report to my elder brother now? I shouldn't have been soft-hearted just now. I have always been so indecisive. It's not wrong for my elder brother and the others to scold me. How about I just go back and tell my elder brother that no one came? I wonder if it will work?"

"No, no, there is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. If Big Brother finds out the truth, we'll be finished. How about I wait a little longer? Maybe someone else will come later." The rookie killer silently planned for himself: "No matter who shows up later, Sanshui, Sanshui, you can't hesitate. Shoot the arrow and go back to report. Remember this."

But no matter how long he waited, the person who disappeared never showed up, and no other people came either. Instead, he was about to become a snowman.

After an unknown amount of time, the man who had disappeared suddenly reappeared behind a wall. He was in a hurry but not on guard. The rookie killer's eyes lit up the moment he saw him. He took out the bow and arrow he had prepared in advance and aimed. His hands trembled involuntarily, either from excitement or coldness.

When the arrow was freed from the string and whistled past, it deviated from its original trajectory and landed not far away. Fortunately, the man noticed something strange and looked around, but found nothing unusual. The rookie killer gently pulled out another arrow from his back and put it on the string, aiming at the man's figure and following his steps.

Just when the rookie killer was about to let go, the sound of horse hooves in the distance startled him. Looking up, he saw a bright red color suddenly appearing in the distant sky, tumbling in the white world, rising and falling regularly with the rhythm of the horses. In an instant, the snowflakes in the sky seemed like her decoration, prelude to her appearance.

As he watched, the redness got closer and closer, until her face appeared clearly in his sight, bright and full of life. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, thinking to himself: "Oh no, how come another person appeared? Who should I shoot now? Forget it, I'll just shoot one at a time, and I won't think too much about it."

"Ziheng, Ziheng", the bright red was wandering in the snow searching and calling out, but the distance was too far and the rookie killer could not hear clearly.

"I can't hear what she's yelling, don't attract other people to ruin things." The rookie killer put his bow and arrow on the target, looking for the right time. He was like a bystander, hiding in the dark and watching other people's mistakes from a God's perspective. The two people in the snow seemed to know each other's existence, but so what?

In the eyes of the rookie killer, they were just spinning in the wind and snow. Even though they were right in front of him, he just couldn't find each other's position accurately. Looking at the two people in the distance trying so hard, they only moved forward a little distance, and they just crossed each other and missed each other. The rookie killer couldn't help laughing. Looking at them was like looking at two ants. As long as he made up his mind, he could easily "crush" them to death.

"A little closer, a little closer, yes, a little more to the left." The rookie killer secretly pointed the way in his heart, and felt a little happy when he saw them approaching. The sudden wind blew his hair and blew the snowflakes off his hat. The rookie killer realized that he could not delay any longer. The moment he had been waiting for was now. It didn't matter who he killed at this point. He had to complete the task assigned by his eldest brother.

So some naive rookies suddenly became bold and shrewd, their eyes staring at winter prey like hungry eagles, aiming, pulling tight, and letting go.

The arrow seemed to be equipped with a locator, whistling in the vast wilderness, piercing through the dense snow and piercing straight into the body of the prey. Drops of bright red blood flowed along the arrow shaft and gathered at the tail of the arrow feathers, and finally dripped into the snow because it could not bear the weight. The white snow instantly had color, but soon the falling snowflakes covered everything.

The rookie killer wanted to shoot another arrow, but when he reached out his hand, he only touched the empty quiver, and suddenly heard the horse's roar. He knew that it was not a good place to stay for long, and he also thought that every arrow he shot was soaked in poison, and the person who was hit by the arrow would definitely not survive, so he had completed his brother's mission.

Now it is important to escape.