Chapter 1891 (1/2)

Seeing the Moorish beast running all the way, Shen Yanxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She landed on the ground slowly and rubbed her aching shoulder.

After more than two hours of fighting, she has spent most of the arrows in her ring. She can't count how many arrows she has shot.

Fortunately, this time it's a large and advanced undead. If you change it to a small one, Shen Yanxiao thinks he may not be so lucky.

Shen Yanxiao is still secretly summing up the experience of the war, but a big wave of dark shadows has rushed to her and surrounded her.

”You Did you run away with the Moorish? ” A dead girl screamed in a nearly distorted voice.

Shen Yanxiao was called back by this voice. When he raised his eyes, he saw a group of teenagers surrounded by the dead.

I'll go. What's the situation?

What do these little whites want to do?

”Are you a lower undead? No way... ” It was only after Shen Yanxiao got close to him that the dead youth was sure. The dead spirit of Shen Yanxiao was indeed the same as that of the lower dead. However, there were some strange things in the dead spirit that he didn't understand for a while.

”How strong is your archery? Where did you learn it? ”

A group of teenagers of the dead. They are all talking in Shen Yanxiao's ear. How can they not play.