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A slight gust of wind blew, and Wang Qiang gently moved her nose with the smallest amplitude, smelling a trace of blood and a trace of indescribable taste. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a little sweetness and a little sour, it is as strong as a burning knife and as sweet as a mulberry.

It was the breath of death.

She's on the downwind, and it's a perfect hunting position. In fact, she never exposes herself to the upper hand.

In the forest, the first opportunity is life, and concealment is her most powerful weapon.

The wolf is coming, the wolf is coming. It staggered and slowly shook its limbs, its breath getting lower, its faint even inaudible. But Wang Qiang did not take it lightly, the dying animals have the most powerful explosive power, this is their last struggle for death. No intelligent hunter would allow himself to face the death of his prey.

She moved her wrist slightly, clutching a stone in her palm, which was only the size of her thumb and had no edges and corners, and had already been smoothed by her, so that when flying in the air, it would not affect the flight trajectory because of its appearance.

The stone was dry and not soaked with her sweat at all, because she never sweated from nervousness and fear.

Wang Qiang doesn't sweat, and she doesn't shed tears.

Roses do not sweat or tears.

The stone drew a sleek trajectory in the air, Wang Qiang closed her eyes, she didn't need to look to accurately judge the trajectory and landing point of the stone, she has been playing with the stone since she was three years old, and she is more familiar with the stone than her own body.

She had seen carpenters draw lines on wood with ink fountains and thin threads, and they had drawn circles with something called "rules," but she could assure her that the best carpenters could not draw lines straighter than she did, nor could they draw more graceful arcs than her stones.

Because they draw lines just to eat, and she throws stones to survive.

The stone has a smooth shape, does not make any chirping sound in the air, and even the slightest sound will be covered by the incessant sound of crickets, which will not arouse any alarm of the old wolf.

The stone fell on a stump, and the living people of the tree were gone, and the remaining stump lay there quietly, waiting for the life to strike again. The stone made a crunch sound, which was not very loud, but it broke through the entire forest at once.

The sound of the wind seemed to be changed by it, the original air flow was gentle and quiet, but the current air flow was violent and restless because of this change.

The crickets cease abruptly, and they close their mouthparts in horror, their sensitive nerves as if sensing the arrival of something called death.

The old wolf's footsteps stopped, and it glanced to the left and right in confusion, its pointed ears held high, picking up any movement in its surroundings.

Wang Qiang's breathing was very steady, she neither held her breath nor panicked, she was like a monk in an ancient temple, quietly carrying out a closed-mouth meditation without being disturbed.

Silence and restlessness dance together in the forest, murder and zen coexist.

The old wolf didn't notice anything unusual, and decided to go to the sound to check, its weakened body needed some nutrients too much, he needed to heal his wounds, he needed to regain his body functions, and all of this needed nutrition.

Its pace was slow, slow, its breathing was faint and long, like a summer dream that had not been waking up for a long time.

It wasn't far from where it was making noise, so it didn't take long to walk slowly. He thought he would be able to find a squirrel that had accidentally landed on the ground or some kind of creature that could be tracked, but he couldn't find any food to feed his stomach.

The old wolf's intelligence was not strong enough to comprehend the change, so it tilted its head and let out a cry of surprise.

And this is its last message to the world.

It seemed to be a gust of wind, and it was like a silent night rain, and it seemed that the lightning was so fast that all the rolling thunder was left behind, and Wang Qiang moved.

No one could describe her movements, it was not just a high-speed dash over a short distance, it was a dance, a war dance, a sacrifice, a sacrifice, she was like a goddess of hunting, with death, with killing, with a hint of excitement and a little indifference, and then gently walked up to the prey and gently slashed its throat.

Wang Qiang often wonders, why is life so fragile? The tiger is very powerful and can eat people, but if you cut its throat lightly, it will die; The wolf is cunning and brave, it can fight to the death with other predators, and it can chase its prey for days until it dies, but it can also die quickly because its throat is cut; As for people, they can practice martial arts, they can wear iron armor, they can hold long swords and big swords to show off their might, as if they are more advanced than the beasts, but they will also die, and the ways of death will be more diverse and more abundant - they will die if they cut their throats, they will die if they pierce their hearts, they will die if they lose too much blood, they will die if they are afraid too much, and even if they cut a small wound, they may die of illness.

It's strange that people are so fragile and yet so arrogant.

The wolf's throat had been cut, and its thick fur might have helped it resist the fangs of other animals, but it couldn't resist the dagger made of steel and polished all day. Like cutting a piece of paper, and like tearing a piece of cloth, the bright red and slightly iron-smelling blood gushed out, just like their readers said, "a river of spring water flows eastward", and gradually drifted away with the rest of its life.

Wang Qiang enjoyed the sensation very much, and she could clearly feel that at the moment when her dagger cut through the old wolf's skin, a life was clearly gone, just like when she was a child lying on the ground and playing with her fingers, pressing an ant to death.

It makes no difference to her that she kills an ant or a wolf.

It's just entertainment.

She handled the wolf skillfully, she didn't have much strength to bring it whole, and she didn't want anyone to help her.

She doesn't like to have anything to do with the world, and she doesn't want to risk being called a ". sub" risk to go for help.

She peels the skin, and her movements are very skillful, and the process that usually takes a long time is easy in her hands. In fact, she didn't need to see with her eyes at all, and she didn't need the help of moonlight, she knew every tendon in this wolf's body, knew every organ in it, knew any part of it, so her dagger worked gently on the weakest part of the wolf's body, without any hindrance.

She didn't need to exert three points of strength to peel off a wolfskin.

Just as a stonemason knows all the structures of a building, she knows the anatomies of common animals, partly because she spends a lot of time dissecting them, and partly because she seems to have a gift for understanding the structure of life.

Of course, these "common animals" include people.

Man is, of course, an animal, and a less intelligent kind.

She looked at the wolfskin she had peeled off into the moonlight, and although she was able to peel it off intact, she could not do anything about the damage that had already taken place.

Like the most discerning and shrewd fur merchant, she looked at the wolfskin with a calm eye.

The coat color is gray, not the best kind, the texture is relatively rough, and the price is not too high. There were several obvious holes in the hind legs, which were also soaked in blood, which would be difficult to remove unless carefully treated with lime and medicine.

Obviously, the quality of this wolf skin is not too good, and it can't be sold for a few taels of silver, and it may not even be sold for a tael of silver.

She frowned, tonight's luck is not particularly good, the rest of the wolf meat may be bought, but the wolf meat is not delicious, not to mention the dog meat, the meat is still very woody, only people who want to eat meat but can't afford to eat pork may pay for a little.

And if you think about it, you know that you can't make much money from this kind of person.

She put away the wolf's skin, cut some parts of the wolf's body that still had useful use, such as wolf teeth, such as wolf whips, and set out on the way home.

There wasn't much dissatisfaction on her face, and there wasn't even the excitement and smugness of having just gone through a perfect ambush battle, as if the killing was just entertainment for her.

Just like literati like to fill in words, old women like to listen to operas, and Taoist priests like to meditate, she is similar, but her entertainment will be more bloody.

So much for.