Over the crest of the hill, he saw the ibex again, licking its wounds on its leg. Just as he was about to take down his bow and arrow from behind, a shadow flashed by in his peripheral vision, moving fast as light.,This is the theater building, called Zaxiantái. It's not outside Bai Zhang Cliff. He Lingchuan also came to his senses and subconsciously pressed his neck: "I'm fine.",But the most notable figure in the whole theatre was this sleepy old man. He added, "Next time, let's go to a different opera house. Don't call it 'Zhaixiantai'. Are fairies peaches that can be plucked at random"。