club, archery range
fu sinian turned his wrist slightly and put down the bow, but jing hanchuan had already bent down to pick up another arrow. he nocked the arrow and drew the bow, only to hear a few swishing sounds.
the arrow pierced through the wind, vibrating the air with a screeching sound.
at first, they were all concentrated on the bullseye, but later on, they began to spread out. the staff on the side were dumbfounded.
was he preparing to fill up the target?
fu sinian raised his eyebrows. this strength, this expression ...
it clearly carried a sense of hostility.
he put down his bow and sat down next to fu chen. he picked up a mineral water bottle and unscrewed it. " what's going on? what did you say to provoke him?"
"we didn't say anything. we just had a good chat." duan linbai looked at the target in shock. " you're worried about your daughter. don't tell me his little xingxing ... "
