C163 I Promise You

The arrow came whistling from behind. Wang Fann, who was holding Tong Jiahui in his arms, did not have time to dodge. He could only push Tong Jiahui, who was tightly held by him, away.

"Puff!"

The short but cold arrow was full of strength. It pierced through Wang Fann's shoulder in an instant. Blood flowed along the arrow's body, and very soon