Translator: Aran

  "Haha, little obedient, quickly come over. I've already seen through you…… don't run, let me shoot at you."

  The fatty was like a gust of wind or heavy rain. In a breath, he had managed to shoot all the arrows in the quiver behind his back out.

  The arrows were like lightning in the air, making the opponent have no time to receive them.

  The jade-faced scholar did not dare to be careless. His footwork was demonstrated to it's extreme, like a flitti..