Watching the frantic silhouette of Cai Yanyan fleeing in a panic, Feng Qitong leisurely drew a long arrow from the quiver.
Then, with cold eyes, he placed the arrow on the bowstring, aiming at Cai Yanyan's back.
At this moment, Cai Yanyan could only feel a chill of murderous intent emanating from her back.
She instinctively turned her head.
And then saw a long arrow piercing through the air towards her.
Cai Yanyan's eyes widened instantly, her mind a blank canvas.
In the next moment, her small pony let out a mournful cry, then suddenly came to a halt and crashed into a large tree.
Cai Yanyan's body, jolted by the impact, heavily fell to the ground, leaving her seeing stars.
When she embarrassingly came back to her senses, Feng Qitong's figure had already appeared before her eyes.
