The bow and arrow shot roughly into sister Yan's waist. She cried out in pain, and the knife in her hand fell to the ground. Luo Qiaoqiao looked back in surprise. Her eyes were very big when she saw me.

"Let's go! Your parents died a few days ago!"

With a shout of anger, I rushed over and grabbed Luo Qiaoqiao's hand and ran madly towards the upper intersection. People panicked to see how Yan Jie was injured, and immediately lost the chance to catch us.

Luo Qiaoqiao was dragged away by me. She was as dull as a whole. She ran foolishly behind me and even forgot to talk...