Gu Yanfei, whose back was facing Chu You, was carefully checking the female deer's wound.
It had been pierced through the neck by a gray-feathered arrow. The arrow was still on it, and blood was quickly spilling from the edge of the wound.
The shot was fatal, piercing its carotid artery.
The deer was on the verge of death from the loss of blood and could no longer move.
Even without taking a closer look, Baili Yin was certain that this deer was hopeless.
He shook his head, but he didn't say anything. In fact, his lips curled.
Only when the little beauty could not advance or retreat and was put in a difficult position by Kang Wang could he make a move at the right time and save the damsel in distress in exchange for the beauty's gratitude.
It was not appropriate to be late or slow.
Baili Yin stared at Gu Yanfei with a burning gaze.
Gu Yanfei stroked the deer's neck comfortingly.
