"Strong kid, didn't say a word. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Aunt Wang put away the needle and thread in the box, sealed the wine in the jar, and put the lampshade back on the lampholder. The light in the room stopped beating and became calm and soft.

"He'll be fine, right?" Ah Ping's hand clutched the towel tightly, this was the third basin of water she had called, but under the light, the towel and the water in the basin still showed a distinct blood red. The boy had fallen asleep from exhaustion, his body was still lying on his stomach, and the wound he had just treated was hideously exposed, so that the girl did not dare to look at it directly.

"The wound is very long, but it's not deep, such a good guy will be alive in about a few days." The mother rubbed her daughter's forehead comfortingly, only to find that her hands were already shaking. She silently withdrew her hand, "Give me the armor." ”

Ah Ping threw down the towel in her hand, lifted the young man's hunting suit with both hands and sent it to her mother, and the guards and chains of the light armor collided with each other, making a jingling sound.

"I'm familiar with these things." Aunt Wang skillfully untied the mechanism on the armor, took off the chest pouch and waist pouch where the props were stored, opened the small lattice and rummaged through them one by one, "Your father always likes to show them off in front of me, as long as he is at home, he only knows how to wipe and wipe them every day, and he doesn't let me interfere." Mother pulled out a prop ball from a lattice and placed it on the table, and the knick-knacks rolled leisurely on the table.

"Don't touch it, that thing will blow up a cloud of smoke and choke to death." She patted her daughter's outstretched hand, "Wash your towel, I'll use it later." ”

The girl let out an "oh" and leaned down to fiddle with the towel, but her eyes stole at her mother. The old woman took out a small bottle of green liquid medicine from her breast pouch after a while, broke off the cork, propped up Feng Manyun's head, and forcibly poured it into the small half bottle.

"Hey!" The girl said urgently.

"It's a healing agent, it looks weird and scary, but it can be more effective than the prescription medicine prescribed in the market to deal with external injuries." Mother glanced at Ah Ping. She also had this expression when she stitched up the wound herself, just like her mother, who had raised her for more than ten years, not to save people, but to dismember her own Ruyi Xiaolangjun.

Seeing that the liquid had flowed down the corners of her mouth, she flattened the boy's head, poured most of the rest on the open gauze, and applied it to the wound. As the liquid moistened into the wound, Feng Manyun's teeth were also clenched, and his brows were twisted in his sleep, and he made a low murmuring sound. "Help me lift him up," the mother motioned, and the gauze rolled around the hunter's chest, back and forth. The girl's cheeks and chest were hot as her hands carefully wrapped around the boy's shoulders, her fingertips touching his body, which was a little warm from blood loss. However, the heat quickly faded when her eyes came into contact with the pale gauze, and all that was left in her heart was endless worry and anxiety.

"We really ...... Don't go to the doctor? Ah Ping asked with a slurp.

"Don't believe in your mother's craft?" Aunt Wang pretended to be relaxed and said, "Okay, when you were young, I sewed your father's wounds so many times, and now I am more than half a doctor." She knotted the gauze neatly, "Your father sleeps so actively, and there have been several times when the wound has burst open, and I sewed it up for him in the middle of the night - change the basin and go to sleep, I look at the child, and at least tell him not to turn over at night." ”

Ah Ping let go of the hanging half of her heart, and she changed her mind again: "Mother...... Why don't you go to sleep first, I'll keep watch for a while. ”

"Are you okay?"

"These ...... happened I can't sleep. The girl shook her head, her eyes still reddened.

"Don't force it." The mother pinched her daughter's face and stood up with the basin in her hand.

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Ah Ping closed the door behind her mother, and the tears that she had endured for a long time finally lost their last restraint and dripped down in a steady stream.

"Wood," she hammered the sheets shallowly, wanting to vent, but she was afraid of waking up Feng Manyun, who was still asleep, "Liar...... Reckless man ......" Ah Ping muttered, but carefully chose the words, reluctant to scold too badly.

The hunter's eyelids moved a few times, and a swallowing sound sounded in his throat, but he coughed lightly and said, "I'm sorry......"

"Are you awake?" The girl panicked and wiped the tears on her face with a wet towel, but choked on the smell of blood on the towel and frowned, "How are you?" - Don't move! You're still wrapped in gauze, and the wound is more than a foot long. ”

"I'm fine." The boy still wanted to struggle with his body and was gently pressed down by the girl, "I said that it didn't hurt at all, but I was just a little tired." ”

"You need to rest." Ah Ping panicked and motioned to Feng Manyun not to speak, "Mother said that the hunter's recovery medicine is very powerful, and the wound will be closed when she wakes up." ”

"I know." The power of the recovery medicine has penetrated into every inch of the wound, and the battlefield first aid medicine will have some exciting functions, so that the already sleepy hunter's spirit is a little more sober, and his eyes are also a little bright. Feng Manyun turned his head sideways, looked at the girl squarely, and asked her with an inquiring look, "That cart, you will take it." ”

"Yes, yes." In front of the injured, Ah Ping had already forgotten how she lost her temper before, just sobbing and nodding her head again and again.

"So...... Do I really want to leave Golden Feather City? The young man gritted his teeth and asked this sentence anyway, "I thought about it all afternoon, when I walked, when I bargained with the shopkeeper...... When I was fighting, I never figured out what you were angry about. ”

"I didn't." Ah Ping turned her face away and denied it.

"Ah Ping......" The hunter didn't often call the girl by her name, and such a weak voice made the girl's body tremble violently, "You know, I'm not good at understanding other people's minds, especially girls. Before I came to Golden Feather City, the only thing I could reach was my mother......" He paused, but couldn't think of anyone else, "Okay...... Only my mother. If I didn't know what I had done wrong, even if I left Golden Feather City, I wouldn't be truly willing. ”

"Those letters, wooden," the girl spread her hands, "I read the letters sent by your companions from the Western Army, and you crushed them under the mattress...... You'd still want to hunt with them, right? ”

Feng Manyun was silent.

"You're not like those loud hunters in the union hall, you don't like to talk too much," Ah Ping reached out and grabbed one of the boy's hands, the abrasions on his knuckles from the battle were still oozing with blood and oil, and the girl had to let go of them and hold her wrist instead, "But when you open your mouth, you're almost always talking about your companions in Xishu, the hut in the desert, the grass that grows as tall as a tree, and sharks......" Her eyes involuntarily looked at a jagged scar on the boy's waist, It looked like a huge tooth mark no matter how you looked at it.

"You like hunting, whether it's when you first came to Golden Feather City, or now, the degree of your liking hasn't changed." Ah Ping said categorically, "I can see it." ”

"Working at Golden Feather Castle...... It's pretty good, too. Feng Manyun said curtly, not daring to touch the other party's eyes with his eyes.

"Lie!" Ah Ping stood up suddenly, "I remember when you first came to the city, you were cheated out of all your money, there was nowhere to stay, there was nothing to eat, and no one to help...... You were as thin as a wild cat that had been hungry for three days. But my mother told you at the dinner table that there was a way to go back to the snow mountain, how did you answer? ”

The boy closed his eyes and said no more.

"You say you don't want to go back." The girl asked herself, "I may never know what you call 'Hunter's Glory' and 'Hunting Pleasure' in my life, but you can't fool me if I've seen a liking to something like something like it like like it crazy." ”

"If it weren't for you, I might never have gained a foothold in Golden Feather City, and I wouldn't have been able to get the chance to become a hunter." The young man's face was filled with bitterness, "I saw you suffer misfortune because of me...... If I don't do anything, even if I go back to the hunting grounds, I won't be able to settle down......"

"Look, that's where I'm angry." The girl wiped her face vigorously with the back of her hand, and her face flushed with a strange red, "This kind of compensation is what you have in exchange for your favorite hunter life, how can my mother and I accept it with peace of mind?" ”

"If someone from the small market gets into trouble with our mother and daughter, you have to spend six months to make up for it. What if they still won't let go? Are you going to stay in the city and protect us? ”

Feng Manyun sighed heavily, at some point, he had indeed had such thoughts. The relationship between Wang's mother and daughter and the teenager began from a chance encounter in the union hall, and now it has long gone beyond ordinary help and gratitude, he can't imagine the scene of standing by and watching when the other party encounters any difficulties or dangers, and he does not allow himself to do so.

"I know that if you're willing to give up your favorite hunter life for us, you're willing to pay whatever price you want. And so do I. When she said this, Ah Ping tugged at her side ponytail and kept rubbing her fingers, "We're already family, aren't we?" ”

"Of course." The boy nodded, squinting as if smiling.

"Family members should not hinder their own ideals," the girl's expression became serious, "do what you like, and don't be dragged by us in this little Golden Feather City." I've been selling steamed buns with my mother since I was a child, and I don't have any particularly lofty ideals, but at least ...... Don't want to be a stumbling block for someone else to achieve your ideals, especially yours. ”

"Go hunting, go to the sand sea, go to the jungle, go to the volcanoes, go to the snowfields...... It's okay anywhere, just don't stay in Golden Feather City," Ah Ping smiled sweetly, her little hand touched the young man's cheek, but her voice was intermittent, "You belong to those places." When Daddy chose to hunt instead of us, my mother and I hated it, but what could we do? His heart is not here, and we can only sincerely rejoice for him. ”

"Now, I want you to make the same choice as him." The girl kissed Feng Manyun's face like a dragonfly, "Can you promise me?" ”

The boy was caught off guard, and his breathing suddenly shortened a few times, but he quickly calmed down. He still recalled the girl's soft lips, but his eyes were a little firm, and he said very clearly: "I promise you." ”

"That's good." Ah Ping breathed a sigh of relief, but for the first time tonight, she laughed heartily, "When you're hunting, don't think of me." ”

Hunters, after all, are always lonely.

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"Clouds?" In the moonlit night, the old hunter couldn't believe his eyes, "I saw the signal to ask me to meet, but I didn't expect it to be you." I thought you were on a night shift these days. ”

"I'm quitting." The young man was dressed in white, standing opposite the old hunter, and the distance between the two was only five meters, but it was like a moat.

"What's the trouble?" The hunter asked worriedly, "Are you injured......?" Did those colleagues do it? ”

"If I say yes, are you going to kill them?" Feng Manyun showed a mocking sneer, "It doesn't matter to you anymore, killing someone or something, it's easier than hunting." ”

......The old hunter lifted the hood from his head, and an iron-colored cross badge on his chest glittered in the moonlight.

"Don't call me in that tone," the young man said coldly, but softened slightly, "I came to you this time because I wanted your help with something. ”

"Anything goes." The hunter's face was beaming with joy, and he replied without thinking.

"In Xicheng District, there is a group of annoying guys." The young man put his hand into the white robe, Shaoqing took out a cowhide bag, and threw it into the old hunter's hand, "They have troubled me many times, and a hunter has been involved, it should be enough to please you...... Excuse me, but what position are you in now? ”

The other party didn't answer, just tore open the cover, touched the delicately groomed mustache, and read the text on it by the moonlight: "Small market...... The black market opened by a group of pimpling and escaped hunters has been entrenched in Xicheng District for a long time, and it seems that even the dragon marrow pulp is involved, how did you get involved with them? ”

"You don't need to know that," the boy was unmoved, "you can do anything to them, a bunch of scum...... This time I made an exception, and even if I killed them all, I wouldn't put their lives on your sword. ”

"Is it because of that girl?" The old hunter took the cowhide bag and called out to the young man who was far away, "Hey, what are you doing in a hurry?" ”

"I'm leaving Golden Feather City, and I probably won't be back anytime soon." The boy stopped and said slowly.

"At least...... Tell me where you're going. The other begged, "I can give an account to your parents." ”

"Sea of sand." His heart softened for no reason, and he spit out two words, "Maybe I'll go back to the Xishu Department to see, but everywhere I go there makes me happier than being in the same city as you." ”

The old hunter's eyes dimmed, and he looked at the young man's back, but he didn't know what to say.

"By the way," Feng Manyun suddenly turned back, "If you want to know, Feng Chen has already returned." ”

"I know." The hunter nodded, "I've always been most concerned about the three of you. ”

"You should go see him." The boy's tone didn't know whether it was ridicule or sincerity.

The hunter did not answer, but silently put on his hood. The meaning is already obvious - now he no longer knows what kind of posture to use to face his juniors. Rather than face the questioning of those clear eyes, it is better to let yourself disappear into the shadows.