The voice fell, and in a daze, Wang Shunchen seemed to see all kinds of past events.
Too familiar, too nostalgic.
He couldn't resist the daze, as if seeing the great commander of that year, wearing heavy armor and a dark golden face mask, smiling and handing this bow to him. At that time, and now, he could hardly tell apart.
Cheriji's heart froze, he seemed to feel the virtual Qi mechanism twist slightly, and the sleeping fierce tiger seemed about to awaken, so he shouted: "Marquis Qin Wu, what are you here for!?"
"Pretending!"
Riding forward fiercely, with peak Sixth Layer Heaven power, combined with instantly gathered sinister energy, he thrust viciously, Li Guanyi flicked his wrist, and the bow flew up, carrying the Taiping Army's waist token, spinning in the air.
Wang Shunchen's gaze fell on the bow.
Cheriji made a thrust, Li Guanyi employed his movement technique to avoid the edge.
