"Catch her, she keeps ruining my plans, it's getting bloody annoying!"
Yang Chuxia looked at him sarcastically, not bothering to reply. She took another arrow from the quiver, loaded it onto her small crossbow, and fired at the priest.
"Quickly, catch her for me, I like them young and tender." The priest, obviously a coward, hid behind his two men when he saw the arrow coming towards him.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia's face darkened by half. She noticed that the priest's trousers weren't even pulled up properly, and she didn't know if it was intentional or not, but his private parts were exposed, which was utterly disgusting.
She wanted to cripple him, but she was a step too slow. An arrow, no, seven arrows shot at the group of men before she could.
Turning her head, she saw Ye Zi'an standing at the door with a sleeve arrow in one hand and a small crossbow in the other, coldly staring at the priest.
