There will be no cowardly and timid people who dare to pursue the fierce and violent fire-hunters, and most of them are upright, sensitive, and even fight when they disagree. If it's someone who doesn't like it when they meet for the first time, it's good if they don't get together. Therefore, the fire hunter is not a monolith, in fact, "fire hunter" is just a title, not a gang or a force, which shows that the fire hunter is not a united collective.

Firehunters rarely interact with each other, and firehunters who do not have a relationship with each other rarely interact. For example, the one named Nathan, he didn't even know Huo Nan, if it wasn't for Harissa's presence, it is estimated that Huo Nan would have killed him.

There was once a fire hunter who stood up and wanted to gather this group of scattered sand, but these simple and rough guys, all of them have a heart higher than the sky and a lot of courage, and it is difficult to make them submit to a leader, and the fire hunter failed unexpectedly. Later, the fire hunters found a good place and built a "nest", and after so many years, the fire hunters of the "nest" also increased, which made the "nest" more lively.

The fire hunter who escorted the most urgent poem this time was preparing to go to the lair and find a way to use the "geographical advantage" to transfer the vitality of the most urgent poem.

"Alas......"

With one hand on his chin, Jory sighed in boredom, and looked at the night sky in the distance with his eyelids drooping.

The land under the polar night presents the illusion of hot and dreary heat, which may be related to regional differences. What is inexplicable is that the climate and characteristics of each region will have their own unique characteristics, such as the curse of the resurrection of the dead in the dark forest, and the living who died on the land of the dark forest will soon get back on their feet. However, it didn't take much to get far, probably a few kilometers around Gulunhar, and the curse of the resurrection of the dead in the dark forest was gone, and through the gap between the regions, there was a different landscape of the gray plain.

Separated by a few tens of kilometers, it may be a different scene, completely breaking the routine of "geographical knowledge" that Jory had learned in the past.

And now the place where Jory is no longer within the boundaries of the Haze Plains, but not far after crossing the Dead River, the air has become much hotter, and even the color of the soil is slightly different from the Haze Plains.

Looking at the red-ridged hills in the distance, Jory squinted his eyes and glanced at the bouncing dots. Little Dots was clutching a red fruit, and I don't know where the fruit came from in Dot's hand, but it was so happy as if it had a treasure, and it was jumping around Jory, so happy.

Suddenly it stopped, and it grasped the little piece of fruit, stared at it earnestly for a moment, and then glanced at the size of the fruit with a look of disappointment, and then stuffed the fruit back into the stamen of the last poem.

The milky white stamen is gently harvested, and the fruit is swallowed by the stamen.

"Yo, how did you do that?"

At this moment, an evil young man came over and sat side by side with Jory and looked at the most recent poem on the ground.

This young man with a somewhat evil charm on his face naturally couldn't see the dots of hugging the most anticipated poem, otherwise he wouldn't have this calm expression.

Jory glanced at the man, and he gave Jory a pretty good impression, so Jory was happy to have a good relationship with him. Jory understood what the wicked young man was referring to, and he was asking why Jory was able to "control" the movement of the last poem.

Since no one could see the dots except himself, of course Jory wouldn't say the dots, he pondered for a while, and said very indifferently: "I don't know what to do, anyway, I can do whatever I want it to do." ”

"yes, please let me see!"

Grinning, Jory looked at the little bit of the squatting star, staring at the last poem, Jory whistled, and immediately pulled his attention.

Jory pointed to an open space and said solemnly, "Straight ahead, go there!" ”

Picking up the most anticipated poem, he ran to Jory's designated position and stood there obediently, biting a little finger and looking at him suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why Jory wanted him to do this.

The evil youth is already stunned! For the message of the most urgent poem, if he didn't know, how could he come over to help escort it, but at this moment he suddenly felt that his understanding of the most urgent poem was still too simple, before today, he had never heard of someone who could really "control" the most urgent poem, let it go east, he would float east, let it go west.

In his eyes, Jory's methods are too weird.

In fact, Jory was looking at the dots and snickering.

"Awesome! It is worthy of being a ruthless character who dares to slap Rodis in public, and the little brother's admiration for you is like a surging river, and it is like the flooding of the Yellow River......" said a lot of sensual compliments like reciting a poem, and the evil young man hugged his fists with admiration on his face: "The little brother's name is Xu Lihui, there are seven in the Chinese New Year's Eve today, and he is a little swordsman in the Eastern Huaxia world, how old are you?" ”

Qiao Li's face sank, and he said with a bad face: "Lao Tzu 22." ”

"Sure enough, it's enough for 2!" Xu Lihui raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands in praise.

was entangled by this person named Xu Lihui, Qiao Li was helpless to deal with him, but he always had an affectionate smile, not a hypocritical smile, but a very sincere chat with Qiao Li, the so-called reaching out and not smiling people's faces...... However, it didn't take long for Jory to start feeling that something wasn't right.

Looking at Xu Lihui's sincere eyes, Qiao Li smiled secretly in his heart, but his face did not show any different color, but dealt with Xu Lihui as before.

In hindsight, Xu Lihui took out the "pocket watch" of common goods in the mainland, he stood up after looking at it, hugged his fist at Qiao Li and smiled apologetically: "Oh, I have disturbed you for so long unconsciously, you should rest quickly, I heard that you are injured in Brother Tai, so I won't bother." ”

"No." Jory pursed his lips impatiently.

And when Xu Lihui turned to leave, Xu Lihui walked straight to the three of them gathered in a bunch of fire hunters, sat down cross-legged and whispered to one of them. On the other side, the fire man and the woman named Harisa gathered on one side, and a few people over there were talking about something, and when Xu Lihui and a few of them were communicating with each other, one of them took a meaningful look.

Unfortunately, Jory just caught the man's meaningful gaze.

Even Jory saw a fire hunter who, in a short break, did not cultivate his physical strength, but stripped off his upper body and carried a heavy load on the ground to do push-ups. He sweats as long as others rest.

In the inexplicable silence that followed, Jory survived a boring break alone. As the red-haired Eliher shouted the slogan of departure, thirteen or fourteen fire hunters all stood up, and Jory walked alone on the road, he finally set foot on this hot red ridge land.

The undercurrent stirred up the dreary atmosphere, whether Jory would get his wish for lava blood, or ...... Sheep are like wolves, and there are no bones left to be swallowed?

Jory has worked as a cashier for three years, and he has the experience of touching millions of bills, and every time he counts the bills, he can feel the employees waiting for their salaries around him, looking greedily at the banknotes in Jory's hand.

The Federal Republic has laws, criminal police, and cameras, and they don't dare to snatch the money in Jory's hand.

But in Aitsalas, the law is just about being forced. Treacherous, Jory's most popular poem, is as seductive as the millions of bills.

When he first met Huo Man, Jory knew that he couldn't monopolize the most popular poems.

He can agree to an equivalent exchange, however, if someone else dares to come and rob ......

No matter who it is, tear your face and never die!