"We were born in space, kids, but we're from Earth," ---- Daddy Bob.

It's been three months since Trist successfully landed on Earth and came to Earth.

Turning his head, avoiding the arrows in front of him, he crouched, and unsurprisingly, in the gap between the leaves on the right, a second arrow came one after another from a hidden angle, rolling in place, and the area where Trist had stood a moment ago was immediately occupied by spears flying from behind.

"Yes, Daddy, your soul is on Earth, but the surface people are a little too enthusiastic. Trist sighed.

Short, dodging the second round of dark arrows, another roll, the dagger unsheathed, skillfully cutting the hamstrings of the prey, Trist took the opportunity to cover the mouth of the attacker behind him, stopped the screams that were about to gush out, and used the body of the prey to block the third arrow, and the last sight in the eyes of the prey, the hapless attacker, was the cold light of the dagger getting closer and closer.

Sure enough, there was one hidden. Trist prostrate on the ground, calculating the landing point and distance, "It's just that this third big brother is really not good at archery."

Untying the axe from the assailant's waist and running at an accelerated speed, Trist jerked to his right side and waved his hand at the same time, with the axe landing with a desperate wail.

With the sound of leaves in the bushes directly in front of him, the ambusher at the front roared and drew his sword and rushed forward, and after he and Trist made a mistake, he slowly knelt down with his neck and fell to the ground, blood foaming from his mouth and his hands.

Trist glanced at the other corpse on his right, he was lying quietly on the ground, the axe handle erected on his body explained the cause of his death, and without time to think about it, Trist looked back into the bushes in front of him.

'Now, baby, it's just the two of us.'"

Brushing his hair, Trist complained to himself about this intellectually stupid but emotionally handsome move, and cautiously approached to the left, ready to finish off the last pursuer.

However, when he pushed aside the bushes, he was stunned to find a panicked figure fleeing.

'Running away in a straight line, exposing your back to the enemy, emmm'

Removing his bow, Trist shot an arrow at the upright position, and the short figure in front of him fell to the ground.

Trist slowly approached Ambush No. 2 who was hit by the flying axe, the flying axe hit the head directly, deeply embedded in the skull, this bald head, the sturdy man with white war tattoos on his face did not think that he was tortured too much, and the flying axe directly took his life. Well, in the words of the newly-learned tribesmen, his battle was over. Judging from the half-unsheathed blade in his hand, the warrior seemed enraged by the death of his companion and had the idea of testing his melee martial arts with Trist, though he would never have the chance.

Or is he trying to cover the rookie in front of him? Trist touched his chin.

I saw the short figure in front of me who was hit by an arrow in the thigh, but still did not give up his efforts, and moved forward in vain for a distance, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground. Eventually, at this moment, the hunter and the prey swapped places.

Sideways to dodge the short knife of the low trapped beast's last blow, Trist went up and punched her wrist joint, snatching the knife against her throat, "Next, I ask, you answer."

Yes, "she" and not "him", Trist recognized the short-haired little man who was the first to spot him and chase him after with his friends.

This is a delicate-faced girl, fifteen or sixteen years old, and the horror in her azure eyes makes her pretended hideous face look childish.

In my memory, pointing to the same blue planet outside the glass, the father of this life in the space station rarely said to Trist and his younger brother Murphy solemnly, "This is the earth, our former home."

'Murphy, my stupid Doudou, you unconscious iron, wait for you to land, ......' Thinking of his own underwhelmed brother who was still far away on the space station, Trist's hand holding the knife tightened a little.

Suddenly, the short knife clenched tighter intensified the little captive's nervousness, and her struggle suddenly became much stronger.

Shaking his head, clearing away the messy memories of his homesickness, Trist's hand with the dagger moved slightly, and after the little captive took a few breaths, he jerked forward again, stopping before he could cut through the little captive's slender neck.

The girl's pupils dilated suddenly, "Let go of me, my father is ...... Yes! ......”

Trist pulled the arrow from her thigh, ripped off her cuffs to wrap around the wound, and threw her rucksack out of her reach along with the weapons inside that didn't stand a chance to come in handy.

The girl seemed to understand something, and her face, which was slightly pale from blood loss, instantly turned pale, and the panic in her eyes turned into fear.

"My father will give the ransom...... Not ......"

Trist suddenly realized and then became furious, "Shut up! Now, I ask, do you understand? With that, he glanced viciously. The little captive shuddered and nodded, because it was too hard, and a little blood oozed from his neck near the short knife.

Following her father to participate in this coming-of-age ceremony "hunt", as a tribal warrior, she had long had the consciousness of killing, but after the first killing, she was upset and reprimanded by her father. After accidentally discovering the lurker, she was eager to prove herself, so she grabbed her friends and chased after them, and when the friends fell, her brain was already blank. Fortunately, she met Uncle Broken Bone in the woods, who was Abba's most trusted right-hand man, the best sentinel, she thought she had escaped, but at this moment, it was Uncle Broken Bones' body within reach. Under the ups and downs, she was slightly stimulated, and she had a complete nervous breakdown.

"How many of you came?"

"18...... counting my father, 18 people"

"Very well, next question, how did you find me?"

"Shadow...... I saw your shadow on the lake behind the house."

"Careless," Trist frowned, "How many of you chased it out?" How do you get in touch with other people? ”

"As far as I and the four of Fast Rope, Fang, and Uncle Broken Bone are concerned, we have marked each other on the tree." The girl looked sadly at her silent companion, and her eyes lingered on the strong man with the axe for a while, and she could see that this body should be the 'broken bones'. "Let me go, and swear in the name of Queen Leia and Grand Commander Lexa that my father, the Commander of the Hammer under the Black Bear Overseers of the Snow Realm, will pay the ransom."

Trist turned a deaf ear, he didn't even ask the name of the little captive.

"Last question, forget it," Trist asked with a hint of hope he hadn't even noticed, "and let me ask, the three children at the entrance of the village......

"I killed it." The girl suddenly had a sense of enlightenment, avoiding Trist's gaze, and her blue eyes reflected the sun's setting and fading yellow sky.

Trist nodded, aiming at the little captive's heart, and the dagger fell.

"Long time no see, Earth"

The village ahead, under the dimming of dusk, hazy and hazy, has a sense of unreality. Trist jumped up from the pile of stones, leaned back against the woods, and slowly opened his arms to the village under the eve sun, completing a hug for his father in this life.

Inexplicably, Trist remembered his past life. Also at dusk, after receiving the notice of leukemia diagnosis, he calmly transferred all the more than 100,000 savings in the past two years after graduation into his mother's account, packed and mailed all the personal belongings in the ten-square-meter rent, swallowed ten bottles of sleeping pills, opened the door, and wrote a suicide note.

Gradually, thousands of lights are lit, the ink is all down, and the rain falls with the wind.

Past and present lives meet at this moment.

Behind him, the sun sets, and the tired birds return to their nests.