Eventually, she fixed her eyes on the corner of the north wall, on which hung a brand-new slingshot.

This is okay, although it is not as lethal as a bow and arrow, but when she was a child, she ran around the streets with a slingshot, and she could use it when she got started.

"I still want this, is there a projectile here? I'll buy some too. ”

When the old man saw that she had chosen a slingshot, he shook his head indifferently.

"What kind of projectiles do you want, just pick up the stones, I rubbed some yellow mud balls before

"All have fled the famine, who still talks about martial arts!" Chapter 40 Whatever you suffer, you can't bitter yourself This mouth is hitting in your hand, please wait a moment,

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