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The warmth of this world has slowly become what it once was.

The falling of the drizzle is not because it sees the sadness of seeing the unicorn, this is just the beginning of teasing Han Xian again, but it has not fully revealed its minions at this moment.

"Whew~~. ”

The sound of breathing.

It was the same breathing sound for both of them, except that one came from Han Xian's mouth and the other came from the unicorn's throat.

Han first smiled at the corner of his mouth, and exhaled lightly, this face had magnified the two words of ridicule to the extreme of cognition, and his eyes glanced at the unicorn playfully.

said: "Why don't you rush." ”

Short and powerful limbs do not mean that they are anencephaly.

The unicorn breathed cold air in its mouth, and it understood Han Xian's taunt.

And with its spiritual intelligence, of course, it will not obey Han Xian's dispatch and make a brainless rush, its eyes are as sharp as a knife, and it is firmly fixed on Han Xian's body.

But really....?

"Boom~~. ”

Again.

The four hooves flew again, as before.

Fate has always been repeated, the unicorn charged twice, and Han Xian, who was the target, was unharmed, but it had already added two wounds on its own body.

Although it can rely on a strong physical body, it stubbornly says that it does not hurt.

One arrow says it doesn't hurt, then two arrows, the unicorn can still endure it, and after three flying arrows, the unicorn must still be able to stand.

But does Han Xian only have three arrows?

It's hard to know how many arrows are hidden in his pouch, but one thing is certain, the arrows hidden in Han Xian's pouch are enough to make the unicorn hurt.

And now, why is it with its head bowed down, and its one-horned head making a muscular charge?

In the recurrence of fate, the ending has already been decided.

Does the unicorn's charge at this moment mean that it is brainless and looking for a dead end?

Its sharp eyes were saying that it had a lot of brains, but it was really hard for this bulky head to think of a way to deal with Han Xian for a while.

At this moment, although the charge is still as rapid as the wind.

But compared to the previous two times, he was much more cautious, and those eyes were sharp and locked on Han Xian's every move.

This is the unicorn's brain calculating Han Xian's every move that he might change, and thus needs to change his every move.

"Hmph~~. ”

This cold snort made the corners of Han Xian's mouth rise.

The color of ridicule was fully revealed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the unicorn that was rushing towards him, and said softly: "Is it useful?"

Useful?

Useless?

How can you know if you don't try.

At this moment, the unicorn is fighting for his own life, and he is using his life to find Han Xian's flaws, and he is crazy in his heart, as long as he is seized by himself, then he will win.

Very good idea.

But it's beautiful.

In Han Xian's eyes, it never had a chance to win, because he didn't give it to it.

The hand raised was to caress the bow and arrow, and under Han Xian's movements, the unicorn's footsteps became more cautious, undoubtedly it was planning to dodge.

"Buzz~~~. ”

This trembling sound like the roar of a bow was abrupt and mocking.

Is this the arrow in Han Xian's hand, or is it the trembling sound of the arrow on the bow?

The bow in his hand hasn't been drawn yet, how can the arrow make a sound?

This sound came from right in front of you.

This sound was made by the galloping unicorn, and just when Han Xian thought that it was cautious under its feet and begged to avoid the flying arrow, the unicorn suddenly ran wildly under its feet.

The sound is the sound of an explosion trampling dirt.

This time it definitely overshadowed any previous one, and this time the unicorn itself was proud of his clumsiness.

The eyes were still sharp, but they were indeed removed from Han Xian's face.

These eyes were removed, as if to say, 'Han Xian, you are dead,' and even more to say, 'I am the one with a very brain." ’

"Hehe~~~. ”

The sneer was Han Xian's heart, and his eyes were very cooperative with the unicorn's pupils shrinking slightly, and his face was panicked in fear.

Surprise is just a means of ridicule.

Teasing is teasing.

The whole thing of teasing is to let those who want to kill themselves die in the closest and the most disappointed.

The unicorn was even in front of him, and at this moment, the unicorn's smug gaze refocused on Han Xian's face, which was a look up from the lowly and the noble.

The unicorn wanted to see Han Xian's frightened and panicked despair in this upward gaze.

"Heh~~. ”

Hearing is before seeing.

Han Xian's face was full of ridicule, and his mouth was even more ridiculous, and the unicorn's raised eyes hadn't seen this, and it heard Han Xian's ridicule in its ears.

"Whew~~. ”

The body is as light as a swallow, and it is like a frightening rainbow when I see it.

The unicorn's raised eyes couldn't see Han Xian's face, because Han Xian didn't give it this chance, it was too late, and only a pair of shoes swayed in front of it.

"Huh~~~. ”

Seeing the sound of the bow is to listen to the arrow calendar.

"Ding. ”

Crisp is the whispered wail of the bones.

The ending is set, Han Xian has no new ideas, when he flies, he is doing a bow and arrow, and he is flying with a cold arrow in an instant, and it is still a moment when the unicorn's back hurts, and his strong backbone is receiving an arrow.

"Roar. ”

The body hurts, and it grows and wails.

The pain of the third arrow was even more intense than the previous two additions, as it succeeded in destroying the unicorn's belief in victory.

Its roar is to say, 'I'm going to lose.'" ’

Losing is a certainty.

Then everything that is left will be saved.

"Boom~~. ”

Han Xian's eyes were green and yellow dancing, and the unicorn didn't hit him, but he was knocking down a thick tree one at a time.

"Heh~~. ”

The corners of Han Xian's eyes were raised, and a slight smile came out of his mouth.

In the hazy green shadow in front of him, the wounded unicorn was running like rain on all fours, and it fled, and its majestic body was as anxious as a lost dog.

The shadow became the back.

"Boom~~. ”

"Boom~~~. ”

In the forest, the shadow of the tree is in constant grief, and the unicorn is moving where there is not an inch of wood, and the back of the unicorn is almost completely extinct at this moment.

"Hehe, does it work?"

This is Han Xiankou's question.

And the answer has already been written in my heart, and the fate of this unicorn has been written: 'It is its own prey, and I am a wise and wise hunter, will it let the prey escape?'

"Impossible!"

Anyone would enjoy the role of Hunter because he has so many decisions about the death of the creatures under the arrow.

"Whew~~. ”

The body fluttered, like a ghost, and Han Xian's feet jumped a few times, and he easily jumped over the big tree that was knocked down by the unicorn.

These can't stop themselves.

This Han Xian, who was holding a bow in the forest, was a young man, just like the Lang who was chasing in the cloud mountains at that time.

I was a young man at that time, Zeng Lang was three years old, killed a chicken, Zeng Lang became a teenager, he could go into the forest to find fierce beasts, make a hard bow and shoot arrows.

Today, babies grow into children.

Today, seeing blood is becoming a young man.

Today, the young man Lang is strong-blooded, in the secluded forest, when Zeng Lang was a teenager, he was a group of fierce beasts, and now the young man Han is a lonely team looking for his prey.

I am the same as that, I am not the same as then.

It's stronger now than it was then.

Han Xian's feet in the jungle were beating like an ape, and in his eyes, the unicorn flying away was already looming, and at this moment, it did not notice the death jumping from the branches.

Compared to before, the explosion under his feet has slowed down slightly.

Death said, "You shouldn't stop. ”

The loud voice suddenly resounded throughout the jungle, and this was Han Xian's mouth making a cry of scaring the grass and snakes.

"Roar~~~. ”

The cry of sorrow is a trembling cry, and when the unicorn thought that he could stop and rest, he suddenly heard Han Xian's voice, as if he was receiving an arrow from Han Xian.

In the middle of the first jump, I am running for my life.

"Haha~~~. ”

The young man was so excited that his breath was burning, his feet were beating non-stop, and the beast was running wildly against the tree in Han Xian's eyes, and after a few jumps under his feet, the stubby back was completely presented in his eyes.

"Hmph~~. ”

The coldness in the mouth is a confirmation that the strings are trembling.

"Huh~~. ”

The arrow swept through the humid air of the jungle with a hissing sound, like a transcendent lament played by the Grim Reaper, and the unicorn trembled and shook.

This time it wanted to dodge, and it rolled over and rolled on the ground.

Hidden?

Everything was expected and calculated by the wise hunter.

"Ding~~~. ”

This is a crisp sound, but this sound is so crisp and loud, the arrow blade it broke through the rough flesh of the skull, and it was nailed into the bones of the skull, but it didn't penetrate it.

"Roar~~. ”

The sound trembled, and the blood was seen in the mouth, nose and eyes, like a drop of beans, crawling and rolling, and in the death, the blood of the unicorn was sprinkled on the mud like a bean.

The skull was adding a hideous corner, and it was an arrow, and it was running wildly with it.

The heavenly wail rang out.

From among the leaves of the forest, the rain sprinkled wildly with broken leaves, and the sky outside the jungle was no longer drizzling, but the heavy rain slammed down on the ground like beans.

Is this a weeping for the dying of the unicorn?

The sky is crying, it is a human laugh.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian's smile was so cold.

Asked: Han Xian, was that arrow really full force, did he really not have the strength to penetrate the unicorn's head?

No.

Shoot it, and one arrow is enough for yourself at the moment.

So why spare?

Because I don't want it to die yet, because I haven't played enough, because the heart that has been mocked so far has not yet been fully released from the anger I thought.

His way is also given to him.

The body beats like a ghost, this boy grows up so fast, from entering the forest the body is like an ape like a ghost, and now the beating is completely like a ghost.

"Huh. ”

The heart laughs, and I hear the stars move.

Han Xian's heart had already heard it, the Tao that had been sealed for a long time, he was throbbing and recovering.

They will soon be their own.

There's an end to play.

The phantom shook, the chase in the jungle should be over, and with the force under his feet, the young man thought that he was more than half a head of the outlaw unicorn, and suddenly, Han Xian's body jumped down from the tall wood like a big bird.

During the jump, the hard bow in the hand was changed to a short knife.

"Whew~~. ”

"Roar~~. ”

The earth shook the mountain.

Han Xian fell like a big bird, and at this moment, the big bird thought that he was a proud young man, and he actually used the unicorn as a horse and rode under his crotch.

How can you not be angry.

The pain of the body has become a loss of dignity.

Left thud, Han first, you come down.

Throw it right, Han will come down first.

Suddenly rushed, Han came down first.

Suddenly stopped, Han came down first.

Rushing left and right, rushing and stopping, but Han Xian on his back was as steady as Mount Tai, and he couldn't shake it off, and at this moment, the knife in Han Xian's hand was already cold and bright.

The knife is cold, the knife is a calendar, and the cold is a sharp edge.

Yao Feng pulled the blood flower, there was bright red everywhere, the knife in his hand finally fell, and the death god who was waiting for the unicorn on the side was waiting for Han Xian's knife to fall.

The last journey of life was still rushing, and the unicorn was rushing out of the jungle with the butcher on its back, into a torrent of bean-drops.