Immortals are on their way: a fairy sister fell from the sky

Chapter 1 Wedges
In March of Yangchun, spring is full of joy.

There are black shadows passing through the woods constantly, big or small, and the animals flee in panic, fearing that they will become the souls of human beings' arrows.

A black horse with a clear body came galloping, and dust was raised behind it.

"drive--."

A tender yet majestic voice sounded, and the little boy on the horse narrowed his pupils slightly, his eyes fixed on the running black panther in front of him.

The whole body of the black panther is black and white, with a nimble figure and a galloping speed. It is a rare species among the black panthers of the Tianqi Dynasty. Few people can see its heroic appearance.

It happened to him today.A sternness that didn't suit his age appeared on his handsome face, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes was ready to move.

With one hand, he drew a sharp arrow from his back, put both hands on the bow, aimed at the figure of the black panther, and prepared to launch.

Suddenly, a deafening scream came from above the sky, resounding through the sky.

The boy's pupils shrank slightly, and the arrow in his hand paused, only feeling a white shadow above his head approaching at the speed of light, and getting closer.

The boy looked up, the distance was too far, his vision was blurry, and it was still a black shadow.The bow and arrow in his hand immediately went up, aimed at Shirai Shadow, and shot it mercilessly.

Under the layers of white shadows, another scream sounded next to the boy's ear, "It hurts—"

Immediately afterwards, the group of white shadows fell fiercely in front of his horse, and the raised dust enveloped it in a turbid manner. The white shadow lay on the ground in a panic, sucking in a lot of dust indiscriminately, choking her Cough again and again.

The boy decided to look at it, and it was a little girl about five or six years old.A white pleated skirt wrapped her petite body, with small flower braids.

The sharp arrow was stuck in his left shoulder, his small face was wrinkled together due to the pain, his face was full of filth, blood was continuously flowing from the wound, and gradually stained his white clothes.

But, why is her blood silver? ? ?
A flash of astonishment flashed across the boy's pupils, and it was fleeting. He lowered his face and said seriously, "Who are you?"

The girl didn't have time to answer, she stretched out her hand tremblingly to the handle of the arrow, gritted her silver teeth, closed her eyes, and pulled out the arrow suddenly, silver blood gushed out immediately, falling onto the ground in bright silver sand.

(End of this chapter)