Ye Daocang’s identity in ancient times, a mysterious woman

"Hou Yi! You are Hou Yi!" Chang'e looked at each other in surprise, her eyes full of admiration.

"Is that the great witch Hou Yi who avenged his best friend, feared the revenge of the demon clan, and shot and killed the nine Golden Crows?"

Bian'e said, with a strong sense of admiration in her eyes, and the innocence and excitement of her little eyes were undisguised.

"The Golden Crow is rampant, and the unfortunate are far more than the Wu clan. The loss of the human race is even greater than that of the Wu clan. Therefore, they worship Hou Yi extremely!"

Ye Daocang's voice came.

For some unknown reason, Hou Yi, who had never wavered in the face of Zu Wu's praise at this moment, actually had a hint of pride and arrogance.

He couldn't help but puff out his chest: "It's me; those crows killed my best friends, destroyed my land, and annihilated my people. How can I let them survive?"