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... his eyes flashing with excitement.

“No need. I’ll catch him myself.”

After Xiahou Yan entered the peach forest, he quickly sensed the archers lying in ambush.

The rain of arrows was too dense just now, making people think that there was an army stationed there.

It turned out that there were only 50 archers.

The corners of Xiahou Yan’s lips curled up. “The archery skills of the Great

Zhou are quite interesting.”

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