C125 Your Blood Makes My Poetry Come Alive

Weng! *

Wang Xiaojian released his hand.

The bowstring trembled as several arrows were fired!

Prairie-ablazing Arrow Rain!

Sou sou sou!

Ahh ~

Scorching hot rockets shot out in a conical direction, hitting the Guard of Zhu Family that was charging forward.

Wherever the long arrow passed, the air was filled with waves of screams