"ah!"
"Qing Tong!"
"Brother Tong!"
Li Qingtong cried out in pain, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. The Li family was heartbroken, and even Jinbao was frightened and rushed forward.
Zheng the Butcher grinned bloodthirstyly and lifted Li Qingtong up. He looked at his handiwork with satisfaction and listened to his screams of pain.
"call out!"
A sharp arrow pierced the sky and, in the next instant, pierced Zheng the butcher's heart.
His smugness froze on his face, replaced by pain.
"Well….."
Li Qingtong fell down, but was protected by Jinbao and the others.
The group turned around and saw a man in silver armor, holding a longbow, with a cold expression. He was clearly the one who had shot the arrow.
Ouyang Cheng was filled with remorse. Things had happened too fast. He had just been admiring the promising talent he had discovered, and then this happened in the blink of an eye.
What to do? His promising young player is injured! He rushed forward.
"Xiao Wu, are you alright?!"
"Brother Tong! Does it hurt?"
With tears in their eyes, Li Qingduan touched Li Qingtong's hand first and found that it was dislocated, and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
While Li Qingtong was in pain, she grabbed his hand and twisted it a couple of times until he recovered.
"Ah! Third Brother!"
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
"Much better. I underestimated my opponent. Luckily, my hand wasn't broken. It scared me to death."
Li Qingtong's eyes were wet; she was still very young.
After hearing what he said, everyone laughed, and this time everyone was completely relieved.
"Good lad, you've got some skills."
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