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Hai Dongqing was naturally fierce; despite often acting like a hen in Bishui Alley, once its true nature was unleashed, it turned back into a real hawk!
The man in black didn't expect the arrow he shot to be caught by a hawk—what was going on?
Xiaojiu discarded the arrow in its claws and swiftly pounced towards the black-clothed archer, pecking out one of his eyes!
The man in black covered his bleeding eye and fell to the ground, howling in agony!
Gu Jiao heard the commotion behind her, hesitated for a moment, but didn't dare to stay long; she ran straight ahead, almost from the southern edge of the woods to the northern edge.
Finally, exhausted, she sat down leaning against a large tree.
She gasped for air, her body sticky—she couldn't tell if it was blood or sweat.
She was very thirsty, but sadly, she had no water on her nor was there a stream nearby, or maybe even if there was, she was too tired to move.
She was completely spent.