The small tree was about as thick as Zhu Yu's arm, and a little more than a person's height. The leaves at the treetop were still growing well, and beneath the fairly straight trunk was a very rough and uneven broken section.
Not to mention Zhu Yu, even the two "mountain bandits" who were loudly cursing just now were dumbfounded by the scene, forgetting their curses and staring blankly as Fu Lu dragged their brother away, along with the tree.
"Master, Master Zhu, it's this scoundrel who fired the cold arrow!" Before getting close, Fu Lu loudly reported, "I have already confirmed that there's no one else in the forest, only this one, who fell from the high tree, which can be considered retribution."
"You vile soldier slave! Using such despicable methods with seductive fragrance, you dare turn things around and have the nerve to accuse others!" The two "mountain bandits" came to their senses and immediately began to curse loudly, "You people are truly despicable!
