"Phew—Phew—"
The cold wind howled, and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood. The smell of blood drilled into everyone's noses, making them want to vomit.
Apart from the smell of blood, there was also a pungent smell of gunpowder that lingered.
Gu Yanfei rubbed her nose and silently praised him in her heart. His marksmanship was not bad.
How could this be?! Baili Yin's eyes widened in shock. His right hand tightened on the reins, and the smile on his usually playful and handsome face disappeared.
The black horse beneath him raised its legs in shock and whinnied.
Baili Yin clearly felt a burning pain in his left ear, reminding him of what had just happened.
He turned slowly and looked up. More than 200 feet away, Chu Yi, who was on the mountainside, seemed to be at the top of the clouds. He held the reins elegantly in one hand and a black flintlock in the other.
Wisps of white smoke rose from the dark muzzle.
