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As Zuo Yafeng spoke, he suddenly realized something. At the same time, he pursed his lips and tightened his grip on the longbow as he looked at Song Qingyu's figure.

Song Qingyu's three arrows made the tiger retreat backwards. Finally, the arrow landed in front of Yang Ziru, separating the tiger and Yang Ziru by a distance. Song Qingyu quickly walked in front of Yang Ziru and pulled him up