"What? Water is mine and yours separately?" In Duan Xiaomei's dictionary, such a concept never existed. She laughed loudly, "What a joke, yours? You call it, will it answer?"
Of course, in the mind of the person holding the arrow, such a concept had never existed either.
A lake of water, you call it, will it answer?
Clearly, this woman was trying to stir up trouble, wanting to seize their water source.
"Which tribe do you belong to? Are you trying to steal our water?" The person holding the arrow became angry.
"Hey, what if I just take it?" Duan Xiaomei thought she had never seen such an unreasonable person and took out her whip, walking towards him.
"What are you trying to do? Stop, or don't blame me for being rude!"
The person held his bow and arrow fully drawn, ready to shoot at her.
