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He closed his eyes and could recall the mottled scars on Uncle Hard's body and the large flushed paw prints on his back.

By the time they were satisfied in the cellar, two jars of wine had already filled the stomachs of the three imps. The alcohol was surging, and Hai's legs were swinging, and he was about to be unable to support his fat body. The tall Lu Xiu and Feng Chen pushed and pulled him out of the cellar. If they drink any more, the three of them will become prey in the monkey jar.

Unable to climb over the wall with the help of Hayi, who was too strong to drink, Feng Chen decided to walk out of the gate, and it was at this time that he found the room with the lights on and the two village chiefs in the room.

Even though he poured most of the cans of secret old wine into his stomach, Feng Dust could still distinguish the terrifying wounds on Hader's body. The longer he listened by the window, the clearer his mind became, and the drunken feeling faded.

The two threw Hay back to his house before the banquet ended, and went their separate ways. Until he lay down on the bed, Feng Chen's mind was still a mess.

"Feng" is the abbreviation of "Fengbuli", while the relative "Hashta" is the full name of the surname "Ha". Both surnames are spelled in ancient languages, but after the unification of the mainland language, few people in the village can understand the meaning of these two words.

Feng Chen hadn't thought that these two surnames had any special meaning to him and the entire village, but from the words of the two, he could guess that all the people in the village who passed the selection with the hunter's dream were treated unfairly, and Uncle Harder paid more for it, and as long as the surname existed, this unfairness would continue.

What do you want to do with this? Feng Chen didn't know that he was a kind-natured person who would put down the butcher knife in his hand because of the pitiful eyes of the wild boar. He believed in the god of hunting, and he told himself: the prey in his hands, the soul will definitely return to the arms of the god of hunting. Otherwise, he would never do anything to hurt living beings.

But the reality is far more complicated than hunting, hunters, unions, aborigines, these are all things he has not come into contact with and have never considered. The only thing he can be sure of is that his beloved hero is taking damage and will still be hurt; Some are dead, but many more are about to embark on this path.

The dead prey will return to the god of hunting, but what about the dead hunter?

The old wine of the village chief supported him to think excitedly until the second half of the night, and then fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up with a headache, it was already three poles in the sun, and the sun was shining and the clouds were high, it was a good day for hunting, but Feng Chen couldn't lift his spirits at all, and he put on and took off his hunting leather clothes, and finally decided to discuss with his two friends.

The three heads with different expressions came together again, and Hai Yi looked wronged, probably scolded by his mother for smelling the wine on his body all night, and Lu Xiu was silent as usual.

"I've known about this for a long time." "My mother told me that the hunters who were chosen were all dead. ”

Feng Chen immediately corrected: "Uncle Harder is still alive, so he is a hero." ”

"Handsome!" At the mention of Hard, Luciu reacted, which was his most straightforward assessment of the scar.

"Doesn't anyone want to do something?" After several guidance, the two playmates with unusual nerves did not think about his train of thought, and Feng Chen couldn't help but collapse.

Hai Yi suddenly realized: "I understand, the performance during the selection was a little worse, you said you don't know what you asked, and you said you wouldn't do what you wanted, anyway, there are many people as big as us in the village, as long as the three of us don't stand out, and the performance is not the best, then the number of places to die will not fall on our heads." He smugly patted Luciu, "That's right." ”

"Makes sense." Lu Xiu nodded in agreement.

"Hey! You can't be so cold-blooded! Feng Chen shook the shoulders of the two, "Someone will always choose the hunter." He pointed at Lu Xiu, "Don't you like Xiao Xiaoyun the most?" What if she picks you? ”

The tall Lu Xiu's face turned red: "She...... Female, will not be chosen. ”

"What about the others, someone will always be chosen, and what about Uncle Hard? Can you bear to let him continue to go out and fight hard? ”

"Dust boy, what do you think we can do? Bring some pastries to treat Uncle Hard? Hayi twitched his nose and asked disdainfully.

"We can be hunters ourselves!" Feng Chen slapped his thigh, as if he had suddenly thought of a good idea.

"Are you crazy?" Hayey was surprised and said, "I'm going to you, I haven't lived long enough." ”

Lu Xiu also looked at Feng Chen: "I'm going to die." ”

So what? I am a hunter, where to hunt is not to hunt? He said nonchalantly. "When I have chosen a hunter and taken over Uncle Hard's work, he will be able to rest, and I will take the place in the village for him, and no one will die." If you two choose...... "he thought for a moment," he thought, "I will reluctantly teach you my ancestral hunting skills." ”

"Don't count me, don't count me." Hay shook her head and the flesh on her face trembled.

"No, no." Lu Xiu slowly spit out two words, "There is a dragon." ”

Feng Chen, who wanted to continue to make a speech, closed his mouth, and Hai Yi also pursed his mouth, they all understood what Lu Xiu meant. The various ferocious dragons in the outside world are the biggest difference between hunters and hunters, and they are also the biggest reason why hunters in Xuelin Village die for a lifetime.

"Dust boy, have you ever seen a dragon?" Haye asked.

Seal the dust has seen.

Although it has been more than eight years now, and although he was still an ignorant teenager at that time, he will never forget the deep blue eyes in the depths of the snowy mountains. He didn't know what it was, but there was only one word in his vocabulary that could refer to such a large and majestic animal.

Since the age of seven, Feng Chen has never explored the snow-capped mountains so deeply. Now that I think about it, where did my seven-year-old self get so much courage and physical strength to surpass the limits of the depths of the snow-capped mountains that Xuelin Village has explored for generations? What was the reason why my father found himself unconscious in a blue pine forest less than two kilometers away from the entrance of the village?

The only thing he knew for sure was that he had met the dragon, and this experience was kept in his heart as his greatest secret, and he had never told his father, Uncle Hard, or two bad friends.

"Nope." Feng Chen simply denied it.

"You haven't even seen a dragon, how can you be a hunter? I heard my mother say that Uncle Harder said at the banquet that the dragons outside are either tens of meters long or several meters high, or they are in groups, there are hundreds of them, and Uncle Harder can't help it, and you don't have any bones left to be eaten? With the last few words, Hay pointed his finger at the door of Dust's head.

"Go!" He waved away the little fat man's hand, "If I really choose, I will naturally have a way to deal with those dragons, I am a hunter, not as timid as you." ”

"Let's not talk about whether you can win the selection or not, even if you win, let me ask you, do you really want to be a hunter?" Hay asked again.

Feng Chen was stunned, he really hadn't thought about this problem, his previous imagination was based on his desire to help Uncle Harder and help this village. If he really won the selection, really became a hunter and was lucky enough to survive, would he continue to live in this capacity? Does this profession really make sense to him?

"He wants to be a hero." Lu Xiu opened his mouth and said, this big man who didn't talk much would get to the heart of the matter every time he spoke.

Yes, Feng Chen's original intention was just that he didn't want his companions to die anymore and not let Uncle Harder get hurt, so if he can do this, what kind of profession and what identity does it matter?

Feng Chen glanced at Lu Xiu gratefully, and the big horse helped him sort out his final thoughts: "I don't want to be a hero, I just don't want to let the people around me be hurt anymore." ”

Hayey sighed, "Well, since you are so determined to die, I have decided to help you." ”

"You're going to be a hunter too?"

"No, I'm going to feign illness so you have one less serious competitor." The little fat man said solemnly, "No thanks, just go back and send me two fresh hares." ”

Feng Chen's whip hit Hai Yi on the stomach, and the two of them scuffled unscrupulously under the low wall at the edge of the village.