It's decided!

Let Lang Xi go hunting!

He is an authentic carnivore, he eats the prey he catches, and if he can't finish it, he will dispose of it and sell it, and his fur can be sold for some money, and they can still stay together without delaying Lang Xi's study.

Kill more than one stone.

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Half a year later.

In the mountains and forests, a young man with beautiful facial features stood behind a shadowy old tree, and his light golden eyes looked at the empty mountains and forests in front of him without emotion.

The thick black hair is tied up with a hairband of the same color, revealing the angular face line, the eyebrows are long and sideburns, the eyes are long and deep, the mountain roots are erect, and the lips are like the most intense sun peony, each line is a painting.

At a certain moment, the tips of his ears moved slightly, he raised the bow and arrow in his hand, pulled the bow full of strings, and shot a quick arrow into the void.

A galloping gray rabbit was nailed to the trunk of a tree behind it with an arrow, moved twice, and then died of breath.

The boy walked out of his hiding place, approached the gray rabbit without hurrying, he pulled out the arrow, carefully wiped the blood on it, and then inserted it into the quiver behind him, and after all this, he picked up the gray rabbit's corpse and headed towards the stream not far away.

It was already full of prey, roe deer, pheasants, and hares, all of which died with an arrow through the heart.

The boy threw the gray rabbit in, carefully counted the number of prey, and made sure that he had exceeded the task assigned to him by his sister, and his eyes were shallow bent.

Looking up at the sky, reviewing the table of the earth branches that Sister Ah had taught him, and determining that the time limit for two hours was still early, the young man rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the prey he had hunted in the stream.

He holds a dagger, his movements are clean and neat, and what can be solved with one knife will never be solved with a second knife.

The stream was murmuring, the breeze in the mountains and forests was gently swaying, and in the distance, there were several hurried and chaotic footsteps and breathing sounds, which were getting closer and closer to here.

The tips of the young man's ears moved slightly, but he didn't have any expression, and continued to move his hands by himself.

Finally, three bloodstained men appeared first, and one of them was even clutching his chest, and it seemed that he was not lightly injured.

Several people looked anxious, supporting each other and staggering, but from time to time they looked back and back, their eyes were intertwined with fear and despair.

When they saw a young man squatting by the stream to wash things, the three of them were stunned, but they were already too busy to take care of themselves, although they felt that this young man was a little strange, but they didn't think much about it.

A man with a hooked nose on the left had fierce eyes, looked at the young man by the stream, strode towards him, and reached out to lift the young man's collar: "Hey, where do you live, take us there." ”

They were tired of running all the way, and now they were being chased and killed, and they were really about to be unable to hold on, so they could find a place to rest a little, and second, to attract the attention of the pursuers and take a breath.

As for the boy and his family, if they are found by the pursuers and embarrassed, it is none of his business, and if you want to blame him, he will be blamed for his bad life.

The hook-nosed man was not polite at all, and his rough hand went straight towards the young man's neck.

But before he arrived, the boy had already taken the lead, pinched his wrist, and was about to exert force, but heard another wave of footsteps approaching.

Frightened, the hook nose quickly withdrew his hand, ran to his companion to be on guard, and dodged by mistake.

The two groups of people faced each other, and it was a bitter battle without accident, and the three of them were beaten and retreated, and the soldiers were in chaos, and I don't know whose machete it was, and it went straight to the head of the young man who still had no fluctuation and was burying his head in cleaning up the prey.