Qiao Xi walked up to Lu Yan.
Her pale face was covered in a layer of cold frost, and the sharp arrow in her hand suddenly turned direction, its pointed tip feigning a stab toward Lu Yan's eyes.
Lu Yan let out a scream in terror, instinctively leaning backward.
The wheelchair couldn't withstand his drastic movement and immediately tipped over.
He fell to the ground completely.
Heavy impact against the floor.
Qiao Xi kicked the wheelchair, causing it to press down on Lu Yan's legs.
He roared angrily, "What do you want to do?"
Qiao Xi's cold, clear voice rang out, "Afraid already? Then were you not afraid when you used arrows to kill? Was your target me, or Huo Xingzhou?"
Qiao Xi used the tail of the arrow to forcefully smack his face, speaking condescendingly, "Your target was me, wasn't it? But your poor archery skills skewed the direction, almost hitting Huo Xingzhou instead."
This enraged her even more.
Right in front of her, he almost hurt Huo Xingzhou!
