The ghast jungle has a not-so-so-good legend in the town of Modine, so no one hunts there.

At dusk, the hunters who had returned from hunting came out of the forests on the south and east sides, and they were in good spirits when they returned with a full load.

Whenever the hunters brought back their prey, they would always give a portion to the farmers in the town in exchange for some food and clothing. In this small town, where food and clothing are the living conditions, life is simple and simple.

Every evening, it was the process of Qiao Da receiving praise from the townspeople. With three or four hares hanging from their waists and a huge wild dog on their shoulders, they greeted the townspeople who passed by warmly. He is the strongest hunter in town, and the one who catches the most per hunt.

A young man dressed in white linen pounced on the side of the road and asked anxiously, "Qiao Da, haven't you found that wild boar yet?" ”

"Well, not yet, I lost it that day, this wild boar is very cunning." Qiao Da picked two hares from his waist and handed them over, and the young man shook his head and walked to the side with a dejected expression. The tall man frowned, but did not force the boy to take the prey. "Don't be impulsive, if you want to find this wild boar, come with me tomorrow to hunt."

"Really?" The young man suddenly came to his senses, and his fists clenched, "I must kill it!" Certain! ”

As soon as the words fell, the young man sighed a little lost, "However, my mother won't let me out of town now." ”

"Take this to her," said Joe, tossing the two hares, "and say, I have lent them to your family, and you will need to give them back to me to-morrow." ”

"Is that okay?" The boy hesitated, Qiao Da reached out and patted his head, turned and walked towards his courtyard.

"Sharpen your knives tonight and bring more arrows."

The boy pursed his lips as he looked at the hunter's tall back, his eyes becoming more determined, and his hatred for the wild boar became stronger.

"Coming back?" The woman waiting at the gate of the courtyard took the bow and arrow from Qiao Da's hand, and this short and fat woman was the aunt who delivered something to little Jasmine. "Tired or not, I boiled hot water, go wash it."

"Good!" Qiao Daha smiled, remembering how beautiful the son of God he met a few days ago was, but his wife was the most intimate. "I'll dismantle this guy first, and I'll call a few brothers tonight and stew dog meat to eat!"

"Don't worry," the short and fat woman's face was a little hesitant, and her voice became lower and lower, the woman's name was Marceau, a native of the town, who married Qiao Da when she was young, and has always been responsible and kind. "I have something I want to discuss with you."

"You can decide everything, I will listen to you."

"Look," Marceau laughed, "Jasmine is so old that I want to take her back to town and find her a husband......"

Qiao, who was washing his face, made a big move, and the back of this man was a little depressed, which was a kind of helpless depression. Qiao Da wiped his face and suddenly said, "You went to see her again?" ”

"After all, she is our relative, even if there are rumors in the town, we just don't care about them."

"This matter," the man who had always been resolute also began to embarrass him, "Marceau, actually, it is not necessarily a good thing to let her come back. Do you think that everyone in the town is pointing fingers at her, and she can feel good when she is so old? Let her live in the forest, where it is safe to be free of wild beasts. ”

"But she's a girl's ......"

"It's going to be fine." Qiao sighed, there was really nothing he could do about it.

The couple didn't notice the figure at the gate, it was an old woman in a white robe, her wrinkled face had a different brilliance and holiness.

The Prophet of the God of War, the most prestigious old man in town.

It's just that the smile on the corner of this old woman's mouth has a hint of darkness and treachery, no matter how you look at it, and a trace of black qi blooms at her fingertips, which is incompatible with her temperament, revealing an unspeakable evil......

In the middle of the ghast jungle, the little boar that rushed out of the pile of earth bears' carcasses was mentally exhausted.

Today's harvest is still not small, but the difficulty of upgrading is getting bigger and bigger. After a night and a day of fighting, there is still a distance to ascend to the twenty-second level. Lin Yutian dragged his tired body through the leopard's blockade area, picked wild fruit trees and sent them to the location of the grass hut.

Barking!

"Pigs! Pig! Little Piggy Piggy! ”

The big parrot continued to drag the broken gong and shout, which made Lin Yutian depressed for a while.

Halfway through dusk, the girl sitting outside the door saw him from a distance, with a long-lost smile on her face, and walked up bare and brisk.

"Here you are, don't break these fruit trees again, I'm going to pick some fruit myself today."

The little boar let out two soft snorts, agreeing to the girl's offer.

Maybe the girl is not only kind to animals, but also kind to plants. Lin Yutian couldn't help but sigh secretly, should you remind her that these wild fruits are used by plants to reproduce? According to evolutionary theory, the tree species in wild fruits are not digested, and wild fruits have sweet juice that is meant to be eaten by animals.

After thinking about it for a while, when Lin Yutian came back to his senses, he was lying in front of the door unconsciously, the girl was sitting next to him, and the two were very close.

What's the situation, why did they sit down together......

Lin Yutian wondered in his heart, and just wanted to stand up and walk the pig, but he heard the girl next to him sigh softly, which made Lin Yutian's heart sour.

Wild boar trotters on the ground drew a simple '? The girl smiled and shook her head, and sat there with her knees folded, watching the sunset over the treetops sink into the arms of the distant mountains.

After a long time, the girl whispered: "Why do you hate me, did I do something wrong?" ”

Lin Yutian shook his head, looked up at the girl a few times, his eyebrows were clear, and he could barely be counted, and it was still far from bringing disaster to the country and the people. So he drew a question mark on the ground again, trying to enlighten this life-saving benefactor.

A boar enlightens an NPC...... No matter how you look at it, this picture is warm and a little weird.

"I don't know what to do, but since I was sensible, the people in the town have called me an ominous person, called me a witch, and said that I had killed my parents and relatives. Everyone was far away from me, no one was talking to me, no one was playing with me. If it hadn't been for my uncle and aunt who saved me, I might have been beaten to death by a few hunters in town. ”

Hunter? Lin Yutian's fangs bared out, and his originally quiet little eyes brought out the scarlet of anger. He couldn't let these hunters go!

"Do you have any friends?"

The little boar nodded, and the hoof drew an arrow on the ground, pointing to the girl's feet.

The girl smiled happily and drew one next to the arrow on the ground, pointing to the front hooves of the little boar.

"We're friends."

……

As the sun sets, the little boar gets up and leaves the girl's side, and his time cannot be wasted on this kind of episode, because he still needs to keep fighting forward.

Swaggering through the leopard's blockade area, Lin Yutian didn't care much about the tickling attacks around him, but went straight to the earth bear's refresh point. He didn't have any means to get information from the outside world, so he could only estimate the player's leveling speed on his own. Lin Yutian subconsciously imagined the player to be stronger, so that he could maintain the continuous tension of leveling efficiency.

Flesh and blood are always flesh and blood, and when the little wild boar sleeps, he always longs for an alarm clock to wake him up, but the reality is that he sleeps at night and sleeps directly until noon......

In the early morning, the town of Modin was a little chaotic, and in a frenzy, Qiao Da was crying in his courtyard, clinging to Marceau's increasingly cold corpse. Hundreds of townspeople gathered near the courtyard, watching the movement inside, and several hunters stayed in the courtyard, but did not know how to say the 'festival mourning'.

"How could Aunt Marceau be killed by such a good person?"

"I heard that he was possessed by an evil spirit, and he choked his neck and died!"

"What should I do, go and call the Prophet here!"

There was no need to shout, an old woman in a white robe appeared at the gate of the courtyard with a cane, and a shallow smugness crossed her kind face, but the surrounding townspeople and the weeping Qiao Da did not capture this change.

"It was a long-standing evil spirit that haunted last night," said the old woman, her eyes rolling as if she were praying some kind of prayer. The surrounding people also clasped their hands in front of their chests and prayed to the god of war sincerely. Soon, the Prophet recovered from his 'madness' and came to the conclusion that "Jasmine came back last night, and she killed Marceau!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings of the courtyard suddenly fell silent, and only the cry of Qiao Da, a strong man, remained in the wind......