The sound of swallowing caught Ram's attention, and the thin-waisted hound, dressed in short black hair, grabbed his owner's knees, wagging its tail desperately and making a "smack-smack" sound from its mouth. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Okay, okay, you know how to eat all day long, if you don't get anything today, you will wait to be hungry at night!"

Malf angrily tossed Ram's head aside, complaining to himself about his bad luck.

It's not the first time he's been to this forest, and although he hasn't always returned with a full load, he's never been back empty-handed. But today, for some reason, after a long time, not only did I not gain anything at all, but the position of the armpit of the shirt was also a big hole.

"Well," Malf reluctantly got up, patting the fallen leaves and dust on his shirt, "and turn around again, hoping that the Crimson Hunter will have mercy." ”

Unlike elsewhere, the people of the Eastland are mostly pan-believers in the "God of Hunting and Adventure", and at least the "Crimson Hunter" name has been on their lips for much longer than the "Rich Lady".

In fact, the verbal prayer is only because the crown holds the authority in the field of "hunting", in fact, they do not agree with each other's teachings, and no one can expect the people who are mixed with the food and clothing line to consider metaphysical matters, which is simply unrealistic.

"Wang-"

As his master got up, Ram, who had also risen from the ground, suddenly yelled at the tree behind Malf, his hind legs slightly bent, his back arched, and he was about to pounce.

Malf's long hunting career had given him enough sharpness to quickly grab his axe from the ground and dash a few steps away from the trees behind him, sideways on guard.

This series of movements was neither offensive nor aesthetically pleasing, but it was already the best reaction that an ordinary hunter with no military training could make.

"Snakes?"

The hunger in his abdomen and the prostration caused by the proximity of adrenaline secretion made Malf's already unclear consciousness even more trance-like.

In the haze, he realized that his right arm was wrapped around a small colorful snake at some point.

The snake's body, as thin as a tail finger, is slippery and sticky, emitting a disgusting stench.

The snake spat out the foul-smelling letter, slowly swam up his shoulder, circled around his neck, and suddenly tightened his body with force!

Malf was startled and hurriedly reached out to pull it away, but the snake tightened tighter and tighter, and the gradually worsening lack of oxygen made his raised arm more and more weak, and he couldn't pull the tight snake body as hard as steel.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and I was almost suffocating.

The fear of death made Malve's mind resist what he perceived, and he jerked free of his hallucinations, his clothes already soaked in cold sweat.

"Whew-"

Malf gulped down the "cheap" air, and the happy appearance was like enjoying some hard-won curiosity.

"It turned out to be a hallucination caused by being too tired," said Malf's face with the joy of the rest of his life: "It's good to be alive." ”

Malf, who was quite touched, didn't see that there were several red marks on his neck the thickness of his tail finger, like the strangulation marks of ropes......

"What's that?"

After calming down, Malf had the energy to care about Ram's discovery.

In front of me is a large tree with lush foliage, and a seven-colored ribbon is tied to the horizontal branch above its head.

A cool wind blew, and the ribbons on the trees fluttered gently, drawing dazzling seven-colored colors in the dim forest, which was breathtaking.

"Stupid dog, a strip of cloth can scare you like this. ”

At first glance, Malf, who mistook the ribbon for a poisonous snake seen in his hallucination, was so startled that he almost fell to the ground.

Then, when he realized that all he feared was a streamer fluttering in the wind, Malf's face couldn't help but be a little awe-inspiring. In order to hide his embarrassment, he shifted the "responsibility" to Ram, who was still yelling at the streamers on the branches.

"It's so beautiful! What kind of cloth is this made of?"

Ignoring Ram's barking, Malf climbed up the tree to untie the ribbon and held it in front of his eyes to look closely.

The fabric is soft and smooth to the touch, and the colors are brilliant and pleasant, and it seems to flow in the light. Although it has been exposed in the forest for a long time, it does not look old at all.

Malf had never seen such a magical fabric, and he was dazzled and couldn't bear to let go for a long time.

"Wang-"

Ram stood up, his front paws scratching at Malf's crotch, as if trying to snatch the ribbon from his hand.

"Do you think it looks good, too?" Malf patted Ram's head as if he was reassuring, put the ribbon in his waist pocket, and casually explained, "This is not for you to play with, it is a gift I left for Martha, the width is just right, just right for my little cutie to use as a headband." ”

The children of the peasant families rarely buy new clothes, let alone any accessories, and Marff believes that with this headband, the cutie will surely become the most eye-catching presence in the whole village.

The daughter is her father's angel, and whenever she thinks of the sensible Martha, Marff's face is always filled with a happy smile.

"Let's go Ram, let's go home!"

The longing for his daughter made Malf lose the ability to continue hunting, and he couldn't wait to see how happy the little cutie was when she received the gift.

"I'm telling you, Ram, this headband must be very precious. On the way back, Marf, who had nothing to say, began to give Ram "popular science": "Look at this color, and then look at this workmanship......"

"Oh, damn it, I'm lucky I'm quick!"

"Idiot, you can only watch, you are not allowed to bite!"

"Yo, you're still wronged. Malf hurriedly tucked the hairband he took out to show off back in his waist pocket, and scolded: "I tell you, if you break Martha's gift, you wait to turn into a dogskin jacket to make amends, don't think I'm scaring you!"

"Such a beautiful headband is obviously only worn by the ladies of those merchants, how can ordinary people have this qualification. ”

"What's your name, don't believe it? Hmph, uninformed earth dog!"

Malf, who had only been to town once, had found an opportunity to show off: "Let me tell you, the rich girls in the city wear headbands, really, exactly like the one in my waist pocket." ”

"I think this headband must have been accidentally lost by some caravan passing by, this kind of thing is very common. ”

"I've seen a lot, especially in the early years, when the inn and stables in the east had just been abandoned, and many people wandered around there every day and found a lot of good things. ”

"I think this hairband may have been something from that time, not to mention the long distance of walking, in fact, you can see the abandoned barn shop and the horse stables on the side across the forest, but because the depths of the dense forest are too dangerous, everyone has to take a long detour when they go. ”

"Something as light as a headband will come with a gust of wind, right?"

Malf, who was looking for a "noble" background for the headband to show his face in front of his daughter, did not notice that the look in Ram's eyes was not a desire and curiosity for toys, but a wariness and intimidation of some kind of predator......

PS: Regarding the development of this small plot, there are currently two thoughts in my heart, one is warmer and more healing, and the other is not too warm and not very healing, and I don't know how receptive everyone is, so ask in advance.

In addition, the outbreak is impossible, and it is really impossible to write, so I try to make sure that it is constantly updated.

Finally, I would like to thank the book friends for their support, and keep it in my eyes and hearts.