双手紧握山峰

Ye Qiu has ascended to a thousand-year-old yew tree. On the branches, there is a circle of dense leaves camouflaged above the head. He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and kept muttering in his mouth, "Get closer, get closer, that's right." Yun Liangru, little bitch, let me show you how powerful I am. How dare you use an eagle to track us. Ha ha....