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A long, long time later, when someone asked about his experience during this time, he simply replied, "Fighting, only fighting." "Just like his quiet character. But when Harder first saw him in the camp in Xishu, blood was bubbling from his shoulder, half of the thread was still exposed outside the wound, and the boy was sweating profusely in pain, but his composure had already taken the form of a proper hunter. Even Hader's sudden appearance in front of him did not make the young man's complexion change in the slightest.

Sleepy and drowsy, Harder woke up from his daze and ran to Feng Manyun in three or two steps: "You sew too loosely, don't move, I'll help you." ”

Feng Manyun leaned to the side slightly, avoiding his uncle's outstretched hand and said, "I'll come by myself, sew it loosely, and you can remove the stitches without all the stitches." ”

Harder was dumbfounded, his hand stretched out in the air, and he didn't know where to put it, but finally took it back in embarrassment: "You've been like this for the past two months?" ”

The boy took his mouth for the needle and thread, spit out the blood foam and thread in his mouth, and then looked at Hader and nodded slightly. What he didn't tell his uncle was that the shark tide was approaching, and everyone's combat strength had to be maintained. A wound like this, which usually doesn't even need to be stitched up, is wrapped in gauze and has to return to the battlefield, which is his daily life for the past two months.

"Your father has been looking for you." Harder said with suppressed excitement.

"I know, I wrote a letter back home." Feng Manyun pulled out the knife on his back, held the handle with his clumsy left hand, and wiped it carefully with his right hand.

"You only said that you became a hunter, but you didn't say that you were here......" Harder changed his words halfway through, "I should have thought that at that time, in the entire Golden Feather City, only this hunting ground was still recruiting. ”

"I just want to be a hunter." Feng Manyun's answer was still the sentence he had already said on his lips.

"Come back with me." "It's too dangerous here, if you want to be a hunter, I can arrange a safe hunting ground for you, and train step by step......"

"It's the same for me wherever I am a hunter." The boy rudely interrupted the old hunter. Harder was the boy's first teacher, and although he only taught him the basic techniques of the three-style sword, it opened the door to the path of the hunter. At this moment, the other party wanted to pull him back as soon as he met him, but he was a little displeased.

"Your parents...... They're all worried about you. Seeing that his influence was not enough to make Manyun change his mind, Harder moved this card.

The boy was silent for a long time, but then said, "I know that I have worried them, but if I don't try it, I will not be reconciled." He looked around at the camp, the sand huts, the simple sheds, and the golden hues of the sky were all too familiar to him, "I'm doing well here, and I can take care of myself, if you can contact them, uncle...... So that they don't have to worry about it. ”

How is this possible? How can any parents not worry about their children, although the young Feng Manyun can quickly adapt to the harsh life in the sand sea within two months, he still doesn't know how to deal with family affection and people's hearts. Seeing a hint of bitterness that did not belong to his age appeared at the corner of this half-grown man's mouth, Hard's heart was as heavy as eating a bag of yellow sand.

"Why are you a hunter?" The old hunter's tone softened.

"Do you need to ask why about the hunter?" The young man smiled lightly, this smile mixed with the pain of his body and the complexity of his heart, but it seemed a little miserable.

After saying this, before Harder could speak, Feng Manyun's eyes were empty, his upper body was weak, and he fell on the stone steps. The old hunter stretched out his hand and hugged him, and snorted his nose, but he was so tired that he fell asleep.

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Two days later.

"You ......" Harder had already cleaned his blue armor, and the red cloak on his back was spread on the back of the herbivorous dragon, "I ......" he opened his mouth to say something, but his heart was surging and he couldn't say anything.

"I'll take care of myself." Feng Manyun's arms were still wrapped in bandages, and the young man's white clothes had long been missing in the battle, and he was wearing a rationed hunting uniform at the moment.

In two days, the advance carrier pigeons of the Hunters' Guild came back with the news that Harder's commission was going to continue. The old hunter didn't know what kind of mission he had accepted, but he wanted to go deep into the sea of sand to hunt a strange monster. Feng Manyun wanted to ask the truth and assist his uncle in completing the commission as a guide, but he prevaricated on the grounds that "this is a solo mission".

However, Harder asked the ministry for a herbivorous dragon, and old Jack smiled, the Xishu Department has never been in the habit of raising means of transportation - if you want to go deep into the sand sea, of course, you can, and the wild monsters all over the ground are at your disposal.

So the old hunter was dumbfounded to see the manyun boy with his injured arm, in front of him, with the scabbard of the sword, easily tamed the two underage Lu Xinglong cubs, and he couldn't help but silently give a thumbs up to the growth speed of this young man. The two faced the noon sun, one left and the other sends, but there was a parting after all.

"My commission may last a long time this time, but you can send me a letter to my address in Golden Feather City." The old hunter arranged, "Whenever you want to leave this hellish place, I will spare no effort to arrange a better place for you." ”

The young man didn't pick up the other party's words, but said separately: "The Thundering Sand Sea is extremely dangerous, but there are monsters like the Submersible Dragon in the outermost part, and there are powerful horned dragons in the depths...... Is it really okay that you dive in like this unprepared? ”

The old hunter laughed: "I'm at least an old hunter with thirty years of experience, and I don't need you kid to worry about me." Don't worry, I have intelligence sources, and I still know where I might die. ”

Hearing the meaning of Uncle Hard's resignation, Feng Manyun's face became serious, and he opened his mouth to say something more, but he used the etiquette of separation between hunters. The young man touched his chest with his hand and said word by word: "For the glory of the hunter!" ”

Hard's gaze dodged for a rare moment, but he said, "Practice your hunting skills, take care of yourself, I'm waiting for you in Golden Feather City." ”

After saying that, the old hunter jerked the back armor of the little herbivore, which was not very obedient, and the monster rushed forward in pain. Feng Manyun stood in place for a long time, and then silently turned his head and left.

After walking less than a mile back, the boy's eyebrows furrowed tightly. He suddenly pulled the herbivore dragon under him, rolled over and hit the ground, and kicked the young dragon's ass twice, and the little monster was in pain, and spread its four legs and ran away. Feng Manyun looked at Hader, who had disappeared under the sun, hesitated, and followed with a deep and shallow foot. (To be continued.) )