Chu Zhihu trembled, feeling its dreadfulness.
Many people are most afraid of getting injections.
Earlier she was drunk, feeling nothing.
Only upon waking did she feel the burning pain...
But now....
Chu Zhihu gritted her teeth, stubbornly enduring, tears in her eyes, not uttering a sound, being very strong.
Chu Weixiong watched coldly.
Zhou Chen was practicing archery again.
The bowstring was taut, and veins bulged on Zhou Chen's arms and legs, menacing and terrifying yet filled with formidable strength.
The thick arrows, imbued with mighty power, pierced through the red bullseye of the target held by elder sister Chu Zhihu, the potent force making her tremble, painfully shaken.
Immediately following.
A flurry of arrows flew one after another, without a pause.
"This bastard, does he want our elder sister to die?"
Chu Weixiong cursed silently.
