"First arrow, I' ll do it!" Zhuo Suo moved forward. Without any hesitation, he raised the arrow in his hand, raised the bowstring, and aimed at it in one go!
"Swoosh..." The cold arrow tore through the air like a flying shuttle. From left to right, his arrow was aimed at the far left.
He was about eight or nine years old. He was so skinny that he could see his cheekbones, his eyes sunken, and his hair turned yellow.
The brown cotton jacket was shining. They did not change their clothes. This was the only thing that could cover their bodies.
Among the slaves, boys were much lower than girls. Big girls were always hot sellers.
Seeing that the arrow was coming at him, with a life-threatening machete behind him, and a human-eating arrow in front of him, he closed his eyes in despair.
"Pf
