บท 136: The Elf (2)

Chu Yi's eyebrows raised faintly, even though golden feathers were not rare among the bird species, birds that are completely golden like this one were almost unheard of. The golden bird flapped its wing weakly and tried to move but the arrow lodged into its wing only made the blood running down his wing flow even harsher.

He turned to look at Ling Zheng, in his conceptions, elves were the most compassionate and loving to creatures in nature. However, when his eyes locked onto Ling Zheng's cold expression he couldn't help but be shocked. In the face of the dying bird, a cold sneer wrought his lips and the slender dangers moved behind him to grab another arrow as if he wanted to shoot again.

Such a paradox shocked Chu Yi.