For most people, 100 years is a long time. An entire century can allow a person to travel the world, meet thousands of his fellow citizens, or accomplish countless masterpieces. So, everybody will say that standing still in one place for a century is nothing short of a tyrannical thing. However, it is precisely this period of time that Ion Jingzu has gained far more than anyone could have hoped for.

For example, he quelled a long argument between a tuft of lichen and the boulder they lived in, helped each group of wintering squirrels find the autumn fruit they had forgotten where they had hidden, and coaxed a stray wolf back to her pack, though the other wolves said her howl was "too harsh."

Ion's toes pierced through the floating earth and deep into the ground, weaving around wary tubers and forgetful earthworms and tangling with the roots of the ancient trees. As a result, the surrounding jungle flourished. Of course, there are many, many more things, but these examples are enough to prove his achievements in this century.

Everything went smoothly, until one day, the sassafras muttered that something unclean had come in at the edge of the forest.

Hunter! The roots of the trees heard their cries, and most of the forest heard their alarms.

Aion knew that the sassafras trees were very nervous, and that even the slightest deviation of a salt snail from its course would make them nervously lift their leaves. And at the end of the day, hunting isn't necessarily a bad thing, because nothing is useless in the cycle of life. But the sassafras tree had already informed the robin, and then the bird had told the butterflies. And once the butterflies know any secrets, then the forest knows it all.

So Aion straightened up, comforted the litter of pincer ants briefly, for he had just moved their old home, shook off the hard bark, and set off quietly. He walked through the jungle with flowers under his feet, and the alarm of the sassafras trees was already boiling.

Three, they. Squirrel chattering.

The eyes are like a pair of blood moons. The swift crab hides in the mud of the river and babbles nonsense.

More bloodthirsty than Ermac. This is the statement of the Hermaks.

The peregrine falcon swears that the hunters are there to take their eggs. Ivory Chrysanthemum worries about her proudest petals, which makes Xiaoju startled, because she loves flowers very much. One by one, Aion calmed them and told them to hide themselves until the threat passed. He pretended not to notice that Xiao Ju had been following him, even though she felt that her stealth skills were top-notch.

He saw an octagonal antelope dead in the grass, three arrows piercing the thick muscles of its neck. A tear slipped out of Ion's eye socket, and a squirrel named Mickos sprang up to his chest and snuggled gently against his cheek.

"Hunters make meat into food," said Aion in a loud voice, "and the hunters cut bones into toys and tools, and hunters peel off their fur to make coats and boots." ”

The corpse on the ground was missing eight long pearly teeth. Aion pressed his hand to the ground, and a circle of tiny daisies sprouted beside the octagonal antelope. A juvenile stone scale python emerges. They are very precocious in intelligence.

Didn't sizzle...... What's wrong?" the little snake hissed.

Aion knew that snakes were often ashamed of their slurred speech, so they had long avoided using words with a "silky" sound when speaking. He had also advised them to boldly challenge the most embarrassing of pronunciations, and they had overdone it in their understanding, and now they could not speak without it.

Snake, really, go with the flow.

It's all right now, little one. "Poor little snake must have witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. "Plate it here, help me guard the octagonal. I'll be back when I'm done with this. "Ion ordered the little python.

With every step Reesberg took, the horns of the octagonal antelope would click and click, giving her a headache. In order not to alarm the next prey, she had to stop and re-bind. In the upper reaches of the river, these horns can fetch a good price. The people of the city are not stingy with spending money on these rural medicines.

Nicole, the one-eyed, square-jawed hunter, found a row of octagonal hoof prints. She waved to Edo behind Reesberg. Edo was a wealthy man in the city, carrying a whalebone bow. He grinned, Sensen's teeth and evil eyes stunned Reesbe, the youngest member of the hunting group.

In the clearing ahead, another octagonal antelope was munching on its favorite turf. The three hunters leaned in slowly, not even a single leaf was disturbed.

As has been rehearsed repeatedly, the three of them simultaneously drew their bows and arrows, carefully aiming at the target. The head of the octagonal antelope was still hanging down, and the fresh earthberries and rocking grass kept it from raising its head, and the muscles on its neck were hidden in the grass. As soon as it is shot through the neck, its blood will flow uncontrollably. The hunter will be able to saw the horns. Edo said that the saw horn was to take advantage of the octagonal antelope to be alive, so as to ensure the quality of the horn.

She waited with her bow in hand, beads of sweat running down her neck. Just as the beast raised its head, the swaying grass suddenly began to grow wildly, and in a matter of moments it was from its ankles above its head. The grass stems stretched out towards the sun, and large clusters of flowers exploded. A wall of grass full of flowers stood firmly in front of the octagonal.

Edo's bow fell to the ground. Nicole's one-eyed eye seemed to pop out of its socket. Reesberg got out of her hand with an arrow, and she didn't know where it went. She took a few steps back and leaned against a tree in shock.

"As I told you, there's something wrong with this forest. Let's go before it's too late. Reesberg whispered.

"I've dealt with this kind of witchcraft. Just follow my way. Nicole said.

She retracted her bow and arrows into her quiver and untied a long, gleaming dagger from her belt.

It's the same with Edo. They told Reesberg to stay where she was, looking at the horns that had been reached, and then the two sneaked into the grass wall. She waited with bated breath, but couldn't hear their footsteps. She sincerely hopes that one day she can be like her companions, quietly killing people. However, she couldn't shake off the thought in her mind: maybe the grass wall was a warning? A child's fairy tale, she comforted herself.

An eerie, unfamiliar voice suddenly streaked across the woodland. It wasn't the screams of the octagonal, but the cracking sound of a heavy stone being smashed into the ground. Whatever it was, it was enough for Edo and Nicole to retreat. The two of them ran back as if they were dying, their faces bloodless and their eyes wide open. Then she saw what had left her companion on the run.