If anyone else heard this, they would definitely think that there was something wrong with Zhou Xiaoli.
However, Wei Chiyu was stunned for a moment before saying, "Give me the bow and arrow."
At this moment, the battle between the wolves had reached the climax.
The white wolf king's side suffered heavy casualties. Only four or five wolves were still fighting, and they were almost at their wits' ends.
Although the gray wolf's pack attacked fiercely, they did not gain much advantage under the white wolf's desperate counterattacks.
Wei Chiyu adjusted his posture and nocked his bow.
Just as the gray wolf king launched its final attack on the white wolf king, an arrow tore through the air, whistling as it went.
It pierced through the gray wolf king's chest!
Zhou Xiaoli could not help but look at the young man beside her.
"Impressive!" Zhou Xiaoli praised.
The corners of Wei Chiyu's lips curled up. "So-so."
