Qin Shuangshuang was shocked to the point where her scalp tingled! The arrow came so fast! It whistled past her ear before she could even react, with a thud, it embedded itself into the tree behind her!
After the arrow had shot past for quite a while, Qin Shuangshuang finally exhaled the breath she had been holding in her chest, unable to resist patting her small chest, realizing it wasn't aimed at her, it almost scared her to death!
"Oh dear! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shot it crooked, are you hurt? Are you alright?"
A little girl, about eight or nine years old, wearing a coarse shirt like a man's but with her hair styled in buns and tied with long ribbons, hurriedly ran over.
The little girl held a small bow in her hand, and on her back was a small quiver, bulging and full of densely packed arrows. Qin Shuangshuang glanced back to see the arrow on the tree was clearly one size smaller than normal arrows.
