The wind was cold and cold, roaring up from the bottom of the cliff, beating the coarse cloth clothes of young Kane, and the sound of hunting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A few sharp-toothed jackdaws, fluttering their wings, circled the valley.

Hissing like a wail.

The moonlight was white, like the sharp teeth of a vicious beast, and the eyes of the young man under the moon were black and white, treacherous and terrifying.

A few steps away, the girl held a crossbow with a swarthy sheen, poison-feeding arrows, and blue light shimmering.

The sky on Lost Island is as wet and cold as the north.

The cold was biting, but it couldn't dry the sweat stains on the foreheads of the two.

Stiff as a rock, as if it had been integrated into this ten thousand mountains.

The wooden-handled copper axe, in Kane's right hand, the drooping arm trembled slightly.

Not fear.

Every inch of his right arm is full of strength, as if in the next second, he can pull out an axe and burst into murder.

No one moved.

Maybe don't dare to move.

A competition of endurance and a test of heart.

One blow can make the difference between victory and defeat, life and death.

Da Da Da -

Several fist-sized rocks rolled down from the mountainside and hit the black bamboo board, making a non-stop sound.

The girl's face turned from ruddy to red, and then turned pale.

After all, the physique of girls cannot be compared with that of boys.

She regretted a little, if she had shot the crossbow bolt earlier, she was afraid that she would have won this life-and-death battle.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine to be found.

"Tonya, what's your name?" the girl couldn't bear the atmosphere of gambling with death, and her lips opened slightly, trying to ease the tense heartstrings.

The boy was silent, as if he had not heard it.

The atmosphere is even more depressing.

Tonya had no doubt that if she pulled the trigger, the bolt of crossbow would kill the boy.

But how sure are you that you can avoid the axe that Kane threw before he was shot?

Thirty percent, five percent, seventy percent?

But it will definitely not be ten percent, in other words, as long as it hits, the probability of death is ten percent.

The sound of breathing grew heavier.

The girl's heart beats like a drum.

Why did he kill so many people with his own hands, but he lost to this boy who was obviously inferior to himself in terms of momentum?

Tonya's heart was full of unwillingness, but she was helpless.

Killing, like hunting, is not the one who dies. Tonya likes the helplessness and fear of watching her "prey" die and struggle.

However, when the scythe of death was on her neck, she felt exactly what a terrible despair death was.

She cherishes her life, she is afraid of death, and she feels that it is not worth exchanging her life for her life.

Escape?

Wouldn't it be a little dishonorable?

Ridiculous, compared to being alive, how many copper plates is this "brilliance" worth?

Avenge your companions?

Don't laugh, this is Lost Island, it's a Heavenly Trial, who will avenge the two dead ghosts?

Life is like a mustard, life and death are determined.

Reluctant, Tonya soon realizes another problem.

If you want to get out of this situation, it seems to be a bit of an idiot's dream.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

In the confrontation between life and death, if one side loses the will to fight, it has already lost the battle.

At this time, Tonya is already difficult to ride a tiger.

The stalemate continues.

Deflated, Tonya felt more and more that the crossbow was like a thousand pounds, and her arms were sore.

Time passed slowly, Tonya became more and more agitated, her arms trembled slightly, and her slender jade legs shook uneasily, and her feet rubbed against the bamboo plank, making a rustling sound.

Kane seemed to be unaware of the change in his enemy, standing still, like a stone sculpture, like a mountain.

Just as breathless as Tonya was, the sharp-toothed jackdaw hovering in mid-air.

This ferocious large bird, carnivorous and bloodthirsty.

What could be more delicious than a two-legged alien species like humans in this beast-infested island of predators?

The skin is fragrant and the meat is tender, and the threat is low.

A jackdaw couldn't hold back any longer and screamed and pounced.

Golden opportunity.

The girl's eyes sparkled.

Thank you, God of Light, for finally having mercy on your poor little human lamb.

Whew――

The strings sounded, the arrows came out, facing the cold and cold moon, bringing out a touch of blue light.

The girl's joy rose, and after waiting for a long time, the olive branch of the goddess of victory finally favored herself.

Kane, who is entangled in jackdaws, will never have a chance to throw an axe.

This weird, scary, damned, disgusting boy with different pupils, return to the bosom of the abyss and hell.

A piece of flesh, dripping with blood, was torn open from Kane's shoulder.

The jackdaw got his wish and tasted the juicy human flesh, but the price was a little heavy-

The boy's left hand grabbed its neck, and with a sharp tug, it was raised to its chest.

To be precise, the piece of meat on the right shoulder was actually torn off by the boy himself.

The blood flowed like an infusion, and the young man's face did not change.

It was as if he didn't know where the piece of flesh came from, and the blood didn't come out of him.

Through the wound, the white bones of the forest can be seen.

arrows, inserted into the jackdaw.

In an instant, the violent poison spread throughout the body, and the jackdaw didn't even have time to scream miserably before he whimpered.

Kane flicked his hand, and the corpse of the jackdaw with the poisoned arrow fell under the bottomless cliff.

Between its sharp teeth, it was still clutching the fresh piece of human flesh.

From beginning to end, the boy's gaze at Tonya only shifted at all, and his footsteps did not move at all.

The rich blood is gone.

The bloodthirsty sharp-toothed jackdaw, stimulated by the blood, looked like a madman, and croaked and surged.

Troubled winds are coming from all directions.

It was a chaotic wind with the wings of a large flock of sharp-toothed jackdaws, and the black crows were like black clouds pregnant with the breath of death.

Tonya was frightened, and her face changed suddenly, pale without a trace of blood.

Peeking at Kane, the young man did not move, as if the changes in this world had nothing to do with him, and he was still staring at himself, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, like a cold-blooded giant crocodile waiting for prey with its mouth wide open.

Those eyes, black and white.

Tonya only felt that her scalp was numb, and her whole body was like being pierced by thousands of sharp iron needles, and she was unspeakably uncomfortable and terrifying.

"Ahh

The girl could no longer hold back the fear in her heart, threw down the crossbow in her hand, and ran away like a demon.

If you want to live, you must first not be afraid of death.

Put it in the place of death and then live, and seek life from nine deaths.

Kane did it.

Tonya can't do it, but how many people in this world can?

The girl fled away, and Kane moved.

Quiet as a stone, moving like a poisonous snake.

The boy leaped out with one lunge, his hands stretched forward, and hugged the burning bonfire.

Hot wood, Mars jumping.

There was a snorting sound, and the smell of meat was scattered.

The young man didn't realize it, but the beads of sweat pouring down his forehead like rain and the slightly beating temples told him of the pain he was suffering at this time.

Kane shook his hands, and countless pillars of fire erupted.

Fire, overwhelming.

This night, he was stabbed in the body, and the fiery red blood flowed everywhere.

The crows screamed and wailed, fleeing in all directions, not daring to approach the boy for a long time.

The wound on his shoulder was bare, blood was gushing out, and the clothes in his bosom had been burned out, and his white skin was burning like black charcoal.

Pain, raging in every vessel, every nerve of the teenager.

If he could, he wanted to rest, he wanted to sleep.

But this sleep, what will be left for him will be the accumulated white bones after another round of jackdaw invasion.

Death is eternal sleep, how easy.

Life will inevitably be accompanied by endless suffering and suffering.

A true warrior who dares to face death in the face of his embrace, and lives with a smile in the midst of torture and suffering.

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