Lù Yue'an took a deep breath and clenched her fists. Someone beside her tugged at her.
"An'an, excuse me, I need to set up the sheep."
Lù Yue'an tried her best to control her emotions and moved a little.
After everything was arranged, a large group of onlookers had gathered around Lu Ning.
They were all shocked by her abnormal skills.
Others would hit one target with one mini sandbag, but she would net 8 or 9 Pleasant Goats with a single sandbag. Plus, each of her throws were so accurate.
But now there was only one sandbag left, and she was still short of 15.
Lù Yue'an turned around, and her gaze landed on Lu Ning. However, in the next second, a sandbag came straight at her. This time, it did not go around her but was flying straight for her face.
Startled, she bent down instinctively. The sandbag barely missed her shoulder.
It hit the shelf so hard that half of the Pleasant Goats on the shelf began to fall.
"Wow!"