"Mother clucker! That hurt like hell, don't run away! Let's have a one-on-one duel!"
The next moment, Jiang Shang's 'corpse' rose up. A flash of white light shone, and the arrow that had been piercing his head disappeared.
He glared in the direction from which the arrow had come, and immediately spotted a bandit with a hunting bow. He let out a howl and pounced on him.
"Mountain God Grandpa, who is this person?"
Not far away, Hua Xiao'er put down his bow and arrow, mumbling nonstop.
He was an ordinary bandit from Woniuzhai, with excellent archery skills; his arrows never missed within fifty steps.
Just now, he was the first to notice four people preparing to attack, and with a casual shot, he had felled one of them.
But unexpectedly, that guy stood up the next moment, shouting incomprehensible words, and charged toward him.
Without thinking, Hua Xiao'er turned and ran!
