For the next week, Dusty lived in this small, simple wooden house. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 During this time, however, he returned to his duties as a hunter, exploring and hunting in the valley near the camp every day.

It's not that Feng Chen doesn't want to go to his "neighbors", but first, he doesn't know how to talk to strange teenagers, and second, he also has his own plans and pace. Staying old and dead is probably a good thing for everyone.

Every time he passed by the tomboy's residence, Feng Chen could see the young man in yellow sitting on the wall of the low wall, holding his candy stick, the two waved their hands from afar, even if they had seen it, watching the cheerful young man become more and more depressed, Feng Chen wanted to enlighten him several times. But the little hunter could not protect himself, and any comfort seemed to pale and weak, and after a few hesitations, he finally gave up.

This camp is exactly the same as Jia Xiao said, the trees are very sparse, and the terrain is more flat than the snow forest, but the deeper you go, the narrower it becomes, and it is covered by huge cliffs on both sides, and the sun can only be seen for a short hour or two a day in the center of the valley. For a few days, no large predators were seen, which made Feng Chen's later explorations more daring and deeper.

Only once did he meet two dog dragons walking together, but with the experience of defeating their kind in the ring, Feng Chen was not afraid, and with his vague memory of the nearby terrain, he got rid of the two monsters, which can be said to be thrilling.

There was no shortage of weapons in the camp, most of them were brand-new standard weapons coated with oil, but most of them were too heavy to be convenient. Feng Chen also found two bows in the arsenal, although there were some more unknown pendants than his father's homemade bow, Feng Chen still tried to shoot them.

The strength of the bow is amazing, and with the strength of the boy who is not weak among his peers, he can only pull a small half. But his aim was frighteningly low, and he erected a plank in front of the door as a target, and the arrow flew to the roof of the next house. After trying a few times, maybe it was because my father never taught him archery, or maybe he really didn't have the talent for bows and arrows, so he gave up stupidly.

Eventually, he managed to get the lightest one-handed sword and shield he used as hunting equipment. There were many kinds of weapons in the arsenal, but there were only a few trap tools, only a few large rough rattan nets, bundles of hemp rope and wire, which were probably used to repair the house more than to set traps.

The dust was cut with hemp rope and wire, and small traps were laid around the valley floor. After many attempts, the little hunter figured out the behavior of the few small animals in the valley. The little creatures who had never seen Orion's methods in their lives were caught, and his harvest was increasing day by day.

"It's a novelty." With rapeseed oil and a few rhizomes of unknown plants, the teenager succeeded in luring a never-before-seen long-haired rabbit to the bait. Feng Chen took the little thing out of the rabbit cage, where he bent the wire into barbs and made a mess of the struggling rabbit's hair.

"May the hunter be with you." He said that even though he had moved away from the Great Snow Mountain, Feng Dust still maintained his belief in the god hunting and the tradition of sacrifice. The pacified rabbit rubbed back and forth on the boy's chest, its delicate red nose opening and closing, and its body slowly drooped weakly.

Feng Chen pulled out the knife stuck in its neck, neatly cut open its stomach, took out its internal organs, and piled them into a small pile, counting it as a sacrifice to the hunting god.

He tried to talk to his prey when he was very young, and even after crossing the hurdle of killing, the young Feng Dust still didn't want to see the scene of the prey struggling before he died. He still remembered that he had caught a squirrel with a rat barrel, and although the little creature did not have much meat, it was extremely ferocious, writhing back and forth on the hand of the dust, and it was difficult for him to cut his neck. He cut a few times, but only gave the squirrel a few more wounds, causing it to struggle even more angrily.

There seemed to be some magical power in Feng Chen's voice, and when he heard his whisper, the squirrel miraculously stopped, and killed him peacefully. It was also from that time that he was accustomed to comforting his prey before harvesting their lives, which was not only convenient for himself, but also made the prey suffer less.

This ability, Feng Chen, sadly attributed it to his own talent.

Pushing open the rudimentary wooden door, the dust was sealed and the hunted hare hung on the wall. It was getting late, and he was going to start cooking dinner immediately.

There was a smell from the kitchen, similar to honey or pollen, which was probably the type of weed he had collected that would smell when dried. In the absence of books and materials to find, he could only save some specimens of herbs first, and wait for when he could return to Golden Feather City to buy some relevant books and information.

It was already dark in the busyness, perhaps because the end of summer was approaching, and the crickets around the camp had stopped croaking, which made the whole camp quiet a little weird.

Feng Chen put the stacked rabbit meat into the pot, and there was a sizzling sound, and the aroma of the meat slowly overflowed. Seeing through the smoke in the pot and seeing that some dust had fallen into the pot, he frowned, scooped out a small spoonful of broth, and skimmed it into the corner where the garbage was piled up.

Suddenly, however, more dust fell from the roof of the shed, falling onto the cutting boards, pots, and overheads of the dusty heads, and the wooden ceiling made a tooth-aching sound.

"What's going on? Was there an earthquake? Feng Chen muttered to himself, he put down the spatula, and walked out the door suspiciously.

As soon as he was out of the house, the hut began to shake violently, the walls creaked and squeaked, the pots and pans that hung on the wall fell to the ground with a clang, and the patchwork of wooden planks slowly disintegrated under such rhythmic shaking.

"Hey! Who is demolishing my ......" The word "house" did not come out, and Feng Chen saw the culprit, the thing stared at the round eyes, licked his tongue on his face a few times, and turned his head lazily to look at the young man.

The moment the four eyes met, the cold sweat of the little hunter instantly wet the placket behind the leather coat.

It's a bear.

When Dusty found it, it was sitting on the ground with its back to the wooden house, shaking Dust's nest again and again. It is not accurate to say that it was found, because the bear was almost above the eaves of the wooden house just by sitting, and the wooden house almost looked like a large toy in its eyes.

Feng Chen desperately suppressed his instinct to scream, such a close distance, not to mention arousing the monster's murderous intent, even if he was curious, his life might be in danger.

Seeing a creature suddenly run out of the wooden box that was shaken by itself, the giant bear kept rubbing against the back of the wooden house and stopped, purring in its throat, and it looked at the dust, as if to judge whether this little thing could be eaten.

"You go on, I'm leaving......" The young man waved his hand curtly, he didn't expect that he hadn't seen a large monster in a few days, and today a bear came to his dormitory so nonsensically, "The wooden house is left to you, you can demolish it as you want." ”

The boy's eyes rolled wildly, seeking an optimal escape route, and he faced the bear, and his feet were already retreating into the distance. Feng Chen went out in a hurry, and did not bring his one-handed sword and shield, but even with a weapon in hand, it was extremely dangerous to fight this big guy head-on. At this point, he only prayed that the monster would not be interested in him, and that he would be able to get to the arsenal and find some weapons at his disposal, whether it was to try to kill it or drive it away, he would have more room to maneuver.

Reality just had to raise the bar with Feng Chen, and as soon as he took a few steps back, the monster seemed to have decided something, and his back slammed hard, and the wooden house turned into a messy pile of wooden planks like a house of cards blown by the wind. With this force, the bear lifted its butt and became a standing position on all fours.

It paced lazily at first, then gradually increased its cadence, and scurried towards the dust, carrying a pile of dust and sawdust with its feet.

"Help!" Feng Chen shouted in the loudest voice in his life, and he turned around, running hand and foot in the direction of the monster.