"Wow, you really have a full set of tools." Mu Shuangshuang stared intently at the bow and arrow in Lu Yuanfeng's hand, saying with a face full of joy.
She had played with guns, but she had only seen bows and arrows on TV.
"Lu Yuanfeng, can you let me have a look at your bow and arrow?"
If it were ancient times, the most nimble weapon, Mu Shuangshuang thought, would be the bow and arrow.
It's suitable for long-range combat, highly flexible, and most importantly, it's convenient for escaping—if you can't win, you can throw the bow and run. Naturally, she's curious about such a good thing.
"My bow is heavy. If you want to play with a bow and arrow, next time I'll make a lighter one for you, with a wooden arrowhead, okay?"
"Lu Yuanfeng, I'm not trying to play; I'm researching what charm this thing has."
