The bowstring trembled, and the stream of light broke through the sky.
"May I ask what kind of archery skills you have? You are so powerful!" The boss respectfully asked.
"Archery skills?"
"No, no, no, I am a blank slate and have no skills." Wang Han shook his head.
Gangster waterfall sweat.
Look at your feet.
The ten-color rune totems bloomed, and the strong energy surged and spiraled with golden light.
"You call this lack of skills?!"
"Yeah."
Wang Han smiled naively.
The little lion Ji patted the bones and brains beside him and said, "We are all little whiteboards, we only rely on our strength to survive!"
