Xiahou Yi suddenly grabbed the puppet and used it as a shield!
Swish!
The arrow pierced through the puppet's thick armor and hard chest, hitting Xiahou Yi's broken wrist again.
It was fine if it was shot elsewhere, but if it was shot at the heavily injured and broken bones again and again, it was simply a hundred times more painful than rubbing salt on the wound!
Xiahou Yi was in so much pain that he almost fell into the sea.
Blood dyed the entire boat and his clothes red.
He held his wrist and curled up in a pool of blood, enduring the indescribable pain. He wished he could faint from the pain.
"Oh, it's useless. The medicine my sister gave me will keep you awake."
Su Mo wiped the arrow not to polish the arrowhead, but to apply medicine to sustain one's life.
Xiahou Yi understood what it meant to be unable to live or die.
Naturally, he could not die yet!
Emperor Wu's tomb was right in front of him.
