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Although they talked for a long night, the relationship between the father and Feng Chen suddenly became almost like good brothers, and the decision to ban his son was still not revoked year by year. couldn't get out of the house for two days in a row, and Feng Chen's biggest worry was Lu Xiu.

The silent big man just wanted to explore the way for himself, but he somehow found out the bloodline of the dragonman, and was inexplicably selected as a trainee hunter, but at this time, he was going to take the airship with him to break through the road of nine deaths, and Feng Chen's heart was full of self-blame. The little fat man of Haiyi has seen Feng Chen a few times by picking up the window, and when he asked Lu Xiu's question, he repeatedly relieved the dust boy, saying that Ma's injury is slowly getting better, and there is no difference between talking and doing things, and he is still so sneering.

The more this happens, the more worried Feng Chen becomes, if he sends his childhood sweetheart's playmate to death with his own hands, he will never forgive himself in his life. Don't say whether Lu Xiu hates himself at this time, even if he doesn't hate, what will he do to face him?

Worried like this, Feng Chen still came to the outside of the landing floor early. Uncle Hard's return did not leave the merchant ship, but waited to be with the Guild's warship, and even though it was a safe route, the merchants would not think that they had too much protection and protection. Two huge airships, workers and hunters busy preparing for takeoff, and enthusiastic villagers saw off the whole landing pad became a little crowded.

Feng Chen saw Lu Xiu standing blankly in the crowd, the big man today was wearing a brand new leather short, probably Uncle McGonagall's handiwork, and the dragon man was a natural craftsman, and these simple clothes making jobs certainly did not bother him. The two made eye contact several times, but the crowd was surging, and they never had a chance to speak. Lu Xiu's eyes were bright and calm, and he still had a slight smile when he met Feng Chen's eyes.

The gangway on the left side of the warship is slowly lowered, and usually hunters can go up and down by only relying on the cable, but today's is a small ceremony, and even the gangway is smooth and shiny on the silver warship, so that people have no doubt that they can easily slip and fall when they walk on it. Gradually, the crowd spontaneously formed two rows, leaving a wide path to get on the boat. The two teenagers were hugged and stood in the middle of the road, and were pushed forward by several large hands.

The children waved their arms and shouted on the side of the road, and the adults who knew the inside story looked at the two teenagers who were about to leave the village with complicated eyes. Feng Chen felt that their eyes were like looking at a domestic animal that was dying of a sudden illness, expressing pity and helplessness.

The little fat man Hayy squeezed through the crowd, and it took too much strength to rush to the front row with his strength. The three teenagers stood together wordlessly, greeted by the baptism of eyes around them.

"I'm not going to die." Lu Xiu opened his mouth first, "You won't either." He patted the seal with his right hand, and the wound on his left arm was still bandaged, hanging cautiously at his side.

"I'm sorry." Feng Chen's throat was a little dry, and he felt that he couldn't face the big man's calm eyes,

"No, I mean really." Luciu laughed, "Uncle McGonagall is vague, but we won't be sent to those dangerous places, we're safe. ”

"Just because you're a dragonman?" The little fat man rolled his eyes and figured out the joints, as such a powerful and rare race, the union may have selectively forgotten his aboriginal origins, and Feng Chen is undoubtedly the lucky one who has benefited, "With you, Malaysia." ”

The little hunter gave another grateful look, the big man seemed to know what he was worried about, and the first thing he said when he met was to dissolve his knot. Although he didn't know the authenticity of this news, he heard it from Lu Dama's mouth, and Feng Chen first believed it: "Yes, we want to live, and then we will go to the south of the snow mountain together to be hunters." Don't worry, I, a veteran hunter, will cover you wherever you go. ”

"Together." Lu Xiu nodded heavily, and Mu Ne's expression couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.

"You're both fine, just leave me alone in the village!" Seeing this, Hayi pouted.

Feng Chen looked the sullen little fat man up and down, "If you want to be a hunter, you have to lose twenty catties of meat first." He teased, "When we go out and hunt the dragon, bring the dragon's ass back for you to eat." ”

"Whoever wants you to take it, look at it, I will also go to the south in a few days. I don't have to hunt, someone sent me dragon ass to eat, as well as gentian and dragon tongue, and I don't know who envied whom when the time came. The little fat man rolled his eyes and looked domineering.

The three friends frolicked for a while, but the time to leave the ship was getting closer and closer, and Hai had to reluctantly stand back in the crowd and watch the two friends walk onto the airship.

The village chief and Uncle Harder were already waiting under the gangway. Even though they weren't their own sons, Lucieu and Uncle McGonagall had become like father and son, and Magnini pulled Luciu aside and whispered something in his ear.

"Son!" Feng Nian's voice rang out from the other side of the crowd.

Little Orion stopped at the first step of the gangway, squinting and waiting for Daddy to come to him.

"Take my bow." Feng said proudly that this bow was his best hunting tool, and the fatal wound of the wild boar king was its masterpiece. Before today, Daddy wouldn't even let the little hunter touch it.

Feng Chen didn't speak, but his mouth turned to the guild hunters around him who maintained order, and those hunters were all wearing delicate armor and carrying weapons made by skilled craftsmen, which were many times better than the homemade earthen bows in the village. Of course, the earth bow that could barely shoot through the boar's skin could not be used to fight the dragons, and Daddy scratched his head, as if there was nothing left to bring to the dust.

He suddenly thought of something again, slapped his thigh, and groped out a bone whistle from his waist: "Take this, you can use it to frighten birds and animals." ”

This time, Feng Chen did not refuse, stretched out his hand to take the whistle, and said seemingly nonchalantly: "Then I'm on the boat." ”

"Wait." Feng wanted to laugh year by year, but only made an expression with bared teeth and strange twisted muscles on his face, "When will you be able to come back?" ”

Some suppressed strange feelings rose in the heartless boy's heart, he couldn't control himself, jumped off the gangway, and hugged his father who was standing stupidly: "One year, trainee hunter training is only one year, as soon as the training is over, I will come back immediately." ”

Realizing that he was a little out of shape, his son hurriedly pushed away his disgusted father, "What's more, now the wild boars in the forest are all smart, and the pit is not easy to use, and when you smell the mushrooms dripping sesame oil, you also know that you arch with your teeth first, and it's normal for you to not be able to catch prey in those old ways." The son whispered to Feng Nian, "Don't put down the neck cover, put the foot cover a few meters away from the bait, double set, grab one accurate." ”

"And what if the boar doesn't go in the direction of the sleeve?" Feng asked year by year.

"Stupid, don't you know how to look at the terrain and set up a cover?" Feng Chen said with a smug smile.

The father suddenly remembered the first days when he taught his son to hunt, and the trap that sealed the dust always failed to catch a hare for several days, which made him angry that he was distressed about bait and traps, and this is how he taught him at that time.

Now that the son is older, one day he will fly over himself and leave himself. Feng Nian looked at the airship rising higher and higher, thinking quietly.

Today is that day.