Suppression (2)

On any other day, old Mrs. Gao would have been scared out of her wits. However, she couldn't care less now.

Seeing this, the wives of the second and third sons rushed over to pull out the arrows as well.

Feng Wu was so accurate that she could kill an enemy with each arrow she shot. Right now, she was running out of arrows.

As expected, when Feng Wu reached into the quiver on her back again, she found nothing.

"Over here!"

Holding the three arrows, old Mrs. Gao stumbled toward her.

Poor old Mrs. Gao. She was still dizzy from Mo Ping's kick. She handed the arrows to Feng Wu and asked, "Will they work?"

Seeing that the old Mrs. Gao was stumbling around, Feng Wu nodded solemnly. "Yes."

"Good, good…" Old Mrs. Gao's voice was trembling.

It was both from the pain and how nervous she felt.

By then, Feng Wu had picked up the bloody arrows and went on shooting.