I don’t know what material this hardwood bow is made of, but it still has a little warmth when touched, and it also has this string. Although I touched the bow and arrow for the first time, Yuyao unexpectedly felt that the bow string was very suitable for his hands.

Recalling Chen Yu's actions when he was shooting an arrow, Yuyao shot out the feather arrow in his hand as the bowstring collapsed.

...And then he missed the shot for granted!

Fortunately, it was not too far away, but it shot from the southwest corner to the southeast corner, and the location was not much different? What surprised Yuyao even more was that the bow was indeed of excellent quality, and it penetrated the outer wall of the elevator with one arrow, revealing a hole the size of a faucet.

The air conditioner suddenly crawled in, and the unextinguished sparks on the fire flashed across the mountain and blew across her cheeks. Yuyao had never liked the excessively jubilant cold wind like she was now. In just a moment, she felt the stuffiness in her chest disappear, but when she thought of the fire, Yuyao launched another arrow and shot out.

It was still as deviated as ever, but it was much better than last time.

Looking at the two breathable holes leaking, Yuyao jumped happily on the spot even though he felt a little cold.

The directions Yuyao chose were both floors and leeing against the walls. Although the shot was missed, the general direction was still there (she shot with her back to the elevator door in time, if she could reach the door, it would be considered her great). So the cold wind blowing in was still within an acceptable range.

After the cold wind blew for a while, Chen Lin was woken up.

First, he looked around in confusion, touched his head that he was about to explode, and then looked up and saw Yuyao holding him with a hardwood bow and feather arrows placing around.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Chen Lin shouted quickly.

Then Yuyao subconsciously held up his bow and turned it over, pointing the arrow straight to Chen Lin's head.

Although the headache seemed to explode, he just thought about it and didn't want to be really pierced, so "be careful and put it down quickly." Looking at Yuyao's bowstrings, he remembered that she had never touched the bow before, and Chen Lin was frightened and the hair on his head was about to stand up.

I was so scared that I had to whisper and comfort myself in a low voice, "Change down and slowly let go with the arrow."

After Yuyao put down the arrow, he got up tremblingly and snatched his bow. Then he shouted at Yuyao with a bad voice, "Don't move my bow next time!" Chen Lin regretted it after roaring.

If you want to get rid of Yuyao's strength and think about the injuries on your head, Chen Lin was very cowardly and underestimated in his heart: Will you be beaten up!

As a result, Yuyao nodded in an abnormal manner (Yuyao: No, what is my normal behavior? Can you explain it clearly?) and said obediently that he knew. He didn't care about the fact that he had just shouted at her.

This made Chen Lin feel a little embarrassed. He quickly softened his tone and looked for a supplement, "It's not that I don't let you touch it, it's that you have never touched it before, don't hurt yourself."

"Then it's okay if you touch it!" Yu Yao immediately answered the conversation.

So what, this is not a question of whether you have touched it or not. The key is that you have never learned it, do you know it?

Yuyao: I can't learn it, so I can't. I just want to go around and put Chen Lin in. After Chen Lin agreed, he took the time to teach himself how to learn archery, Yuyao turned the topic to this hardwood bow.

I pretended to be curious and asked what the bow string is? Where did the bow-making wood come from? Is there any? Can I make another one?

Chen Lin was a little confused by Yuyao's sudden change of attitude, but he still nodded honestly to answer the question: "This bowstring? This bowstring is made of my grandfather's buck tendons." The materials are nothing special, but the treatment method is extraordinary. The secret recipe that they have passed on for many years.

So do you know? Yuyao stared at Chen Lin with earnest eyes.

Chen Lin was numb by Yuyao's blue eyes, and his scalp was numb. He nodded subconsciously, but after ordering, he was afraid that Yuyao asked him for a prescription, so he immediately added, their ancestral teachings, this house is not a legend.

Yuyao was amused and crying:...Who wants your prescription? The house may be valuable before the disaster is released, but now she knows, who will she sell it to?

"No, I don't want a plaster, I want strings. Can you make one for me when you have time?" With a bow string and a bow, Yuyao thought happily.

When Chen Lin heard that Yuyao didn't want a prescription, he breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard that she wanted a bowstring, he immediately hung up again, "What, there is no material on hand now!" Not to mention now, just in the past, Grandpa Chen had to run around and search for a suitable bowstring for several months, let alone now.

Isn’t it just a deer tendon? Yuyao asked in disappointment.

"But you can make a simple root first and use it, and then add the materials later." Chen Lin thought about it and said.

That's fine, after all, the conditions are limited! Yuyao thanked him very contentedly for nodding.

Then he started to ask for a bow and touched Chen Linfang's hardwood bow and asked, "What material is this bow? It's warm and warm when you touch it in such a cold day." Yuyao thought it was magical enough. Although the wood itself was not too cool, the temperature around it was the same as the ice lump of ice. As a result, it was not only not cool, but also warmed hands.

As a result, Chen Lin did not frown this time, and said very neatly, "Wutong Wood."

The sycamore tree is the one that grows fast and blooms blue and purple flowers in summer? Yuyao didn't believe it and touched the hardwood bow again. Didn't it mean that the sycamore tree grows too fast and the wood is too slag?

Is this absent? Also, there are sycamore trees everywhere, but she has never heard of sycamore trees that can still cause spontaneous fever.

So, "What kind of sycamore is your sycamore?" Is it the French sycamore on both sides?

"It's Fengqi Wutong." Chen Lin said, touching his hardwood bow.

What's the thing? Yuyao hasn't heard of Xifeng wine, hasn't I heard of Fengxi Wutong, is Fengxi Wutong growing in Fengxi? But where is Fengxi?

"It is the phoenix tree that falls by the phoenix, and it is called the phoenix squid phoenix." Chen Lin explained.

...Although I have all grown my tail, when I heard the phoenix falling by the sycamore tree, Yuyao still felt like I was struck by lightning.

Are you funny? Phoenix, now you can’t even see a pheasant. Yuyao really can’t believe that this bow is made of a sycamore tree made of a phoenix tree. It doesn’t take a brain to think about it.

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Chen Lin looked at her very seriously and said, "Is it true?"

OK, it's true. Yuyao reached out to test Chen Lin's forehead and nodded perfunctorily. This sentence of Fengqi Wutong Wood directly hit her enthusiasm for learning arrows, but before turning to make a fire, she couldn't help but turn her head and ask: "You said this is Fengxi Wutong, have you seen a phoenix? Does it look like a pheasant or a peacock, and its whole body is yellow or blue? And this bow can turn into a chicken like Harry Potter's magic wand to turn into a roast chicken or can it spontaneously ignite and create a fire!"
Chapter completed!