C616 Mist Illusion Is the Fate of the Bow 3(1)

Under such a gaze, Qi Guiyuan walked over to the stream and sat down with a depressed and bitter face. He took off his shoes, picked up his pants, and soaked his feet in the cold water. He put the sword beside him within reach.

"I have some dried fruit. Do you want to eat it?"

Qi Guiyuan narrowed his eyes and exhaled a long breath comfortably. Then, he took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve