"Three."
"Ah ah ah!"
Tong Ran screamed a few times, but Mo Nanjue had already let go of her hand; the bow she had drawn couldn't be retracted, and the arrow shot out like the wind—
Whoosh!
From not far away came another howl; Tong Ran suddenly lowered her hand, and Mo Nanjue caught the bow and arrow from her. He smiled, "You succeeded."
Tong Ran rolled her eyes at him. This seemingly simple task was far more complex in reality than it appeared. "I nearly died of fright."
"What are you afraid of," Mo Nanjue held her hand, "Come on, let's see what you hit."
Tong Ran corrected from behind him, "It should be said, 'shot'."
"What does a woman have to do with shooting."
"..."
The two walked to the place where the sound had come from, and Mo Nanjue reached up to push aside the branches, only to find that lying on the ground was the very rabbit she had let go!
Tong Ran felt dizzy; this was too coincidental, right?
