"Why don't we show them the true god archers?" Bai Bingzhe's words didn't match up with his words. The few Wind-reining Tribe members looked at each other in dismay. The next second, the archer from the Wind-controlling Tribe suddenly cried out in alarm.
A magic arrow as fast as lightning pierced through a strand of his hair and brushed past his cheek.
The few Wind-blown Tribe members turned pale with fright. Their figures came out from behind the tree, with their precious bows on their shoulders. They said with their mouths curled, "Ice Hou is the most black-hearted. He never allows others to watch his play."
"Don't you dare speak ill of my mom!" Ye Mei came out from behind another blue flower tree and ran to Bai Bingye. She called her mom coquettishly.
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