Hawkeye re-sat in his seat and reached out to pick up the second lucky bag, but he hesitated to open it.
The hesitation in his heart wasn't unfounded, it indeed existed, not the illusion of self-deception, more like a "premonition."
This lucky bag is extremely dangerous.
In Hawkeye's mind, the thought of simply not opening it emerged, perhaps this could prevent everything from happening.
Standing beside him, Iron Wing seemed to sense Hawkeye's thoughts, opened its eyes, its green pupils full of trust, a gesture that seemed both encouraging and urging.
"Can you handle Wu You?" Suddenly, Hawkeye turned to ask Iron Wing, his tone serious, not a casual question.
According to the skill description, Iron Wing can inherit his soul and will and possesses certain wisdom, thus it can judge enemy and ally strength.
Iron Wing listened and shook its head slightly, not much, but extremely resolute.
"What about Jia Nian?" Hawkeye changed opponents.
