This was probably the second time Luo'er experienced the feeling of death. The sharp arrow pierced his heart, causing it to convulse intensely, to the point that he couldn't breathe.
In his confusion, he seemed to hear a choir singing in his ears. The music was melodious, and the children's voices were neat, although he couldn't understand a single word.
He forced his eyes open to look at the girl trying to kill him. She stood in place, looking at a loss — seemingly unaccustomed to killing. Looking at her, Luo'er had not a shred of regret in his heart. He always felt that if he had to choose again, he still wouldn't dare to shoot at her.
What kind of spirit was this? Sacrifice? No, it was simply the feeling that she was someone who couldn't be harmed.
Luoya stood stock-still in place. This was the second person she had killed today. But for some reason, she felt an intense pain, as if that arrow hadn't pierced Luo'er but herself.
