"Of course," Li Qingming nodded seriously, "It's too exciting, I'll get closer."
"You..."
Zhou Yaxuan's words were cut off as he suddenly widened his eyes and awkwardly sprang away to dodge the incoming crossbow arrow.
However, the direction he sprang in and even the distance he covered were already within Yin Li's prediction; the latter two crossbow arrows had been fired before Zhou Yaxuan could even react.
All Zhou Yaxuan could do was lift his arms to protect his head.
Zi zi—
One arrow struck his right arm, and another buried itself heavily in his ankle.
The sharp pain forced Zhou Yaxuan to concentrate again; after an unsteady landing and a roll, he was ready to fight his way out with all his might.
But Yin Li had vanished.
Zhou Yaxuan could only hurriedly pull out the two crossbow arrows, holding his hidden blade in front of his head, warily looking around.
