C1538 It's a Waste of Words
Aobing stared at the target. His eyes were bright and focused, and he could see anything moving.
He took a deep breath and slowly raised the bow in his hand.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A series of arrows...
It had to be said that Aobing's moving targets were much more stable than the stationary ones. Every arrow hit the center of the circle
