Long Yan noticed that the chicken bone just now, like the initial attack of the Magic Gun, passed through the little monk's body. So Long Yan was making a guess: could it be that the little monk unconsciously cannot even touch human bodies? As the feathered arrows continued to fall, like a clock ticking, they kept urging Long Yan.
However, no matter what Long Yan did, the little monk just stood there, determined. Long Yan sheathed the roasted chicken he was holding. Seeing Long Yan's action, the little monk slightly raised his head.
Although it seemed like the little monk was bowing his head, he was constantly observing Long Yan's every move. When he saw Long Yan put away the roasted chicken, he didn't say anything.
"Hey, little baldy!"
Long Yan looked at the little monk with a smile in the corner of his eye, an action that made the little monk tilt his head, evidently not understanding what Long Yan was trying to express.
"If I come down, will you kill me immediately?"
