Ouyang Dao trotted through the woods, and his reckless decision wasted resources and had no real benefits. And a little bit of humanity. Ouyang Dao gasped at such a fast speed, and only stopped to familiarize himself with the winged corpse, drawing the knife, cutting and feeding blood.

Time passed, and Ouyang Dao shuttled back and forth in the forest. Sometimes hunters would bypass, and Ouyang Dao tried his best to bypass them, but he couldn't, so the two sides met, nodded, and missed.

Someone with a good attitude may call him, and someone with a bad attitude may even turn away from him. Collecting the Dead Bunnies is not an easy task.

Sometimes the Flying Tiger Rabbit he controlled killed the Flying Rabbit, but Ouyang Dao couldn't arrive in time for the other hunters to find him, so a 10-minute escape was nothing. When you have faith, you work very something. When you do things with all your might, time flies.

It was dusk again, and Ouyang Dao dragged his tired body back to the hunter's camp, his boots were worn out badly, and his calves were a little cramped, even though his body was strong. You don't feel anything as you walk through the forest during the day, and you don't feel anything until you get back to camp at dusk. Today, Ouyang Dao is a bit too concerned about the transformation of the winged tiger rabbit, which collects neither food nor fresh water. "Fate is making a choice," Ouyang Dao said, slowly swaying around the camp.

Ouyang Dao slashed the water bag with a knife and walked from tent to tent, using what looked like an old tin can he had just picked up from the forest. After that, he took out the water bag first, and when he came back, he accidentally put the fresh water he had lost today, and then took out the old tin can and asked him for some fresh water.

Ouyang Dao's begging lasted for a long time, and it was strange that so many resting hunters opened their tents and watched Ouyang Dao repeat the monotonous movements with one eye. The process of borrowing water has not been very smooth, some people laugh, some people sneer, and some people have expressionless faces. But there are also generous people and kind people. When Ouyang Dao left the camp to find a tree to rest, his back looked lonely, his feet seemed to be dragging on his feet, he trembled and held the water bowl, and in the invisible darkness, he had a fierce smile on his face. Time is like an arrow, day after day.

Ouyang Dao never repeated the process of borrowing water, and his antics were ridiculed, especially by people with boiling blood. "What's so sad about this?" He grimaced, with an arrogant look, and his exaggerated movements were marked with intense contempt. Ouyang Dao saw the whole process. Fate has made his choice. Seven days later, Ouyang Dao's actions in the forest were not so hasty. He walked leisurely in the woods, and under the cover of the woods he had been running for more than a week, forming a map in his head.

Today he was going to a place where rabbits often disappeared inexplicably, and Ouyang Dao's only adventure was to look under the blindfold, which was now completely red. The murmuring of the stream hinders the spread of the smell. On a rock, there is a low cave that prevents people from venturing in. Jump over the branches, jump over the abyss, that's where only a rabbit with wings can reach.

The closer it gets to its destination, the hotter the air gets, as if it came from the arid boreal forest to the central rainforest. Walking around in a cloak, sweat soaked through Ouyang Dao's clothes, and he looked physically strong, making him sweat more than usual, which was not good. The torture of the environment, coupled with the hard work of the days, made Ouyang Dao regret that he had not planned his actions in detail, and there was a convenient way to choose difficult actions instead of difficult ones. Again and again, his plans tormented his conscience.

We were very close to our destination, and Ouyang Dao said to himself: "Everyone has the nature of animals, but the nature of these animals is dissolved in perfect rules and transformed in rich entertainment. It is often said that the pursuit of wolf nature is a kind of depravity, but the wolf is in the past in everyone's heart, in a world of advanced technology and perfect rules, blind recklessness is completely useless, in this world of individual power, one becomes an army, and happy hostility is no longer a dream. The destination is directly in front of Ouyang Road, and the heat wave turns the air into a heat wave, wave after wave. Ouyang Dao brushed his hair with his fingers and slowly uncovered the blindfold.

His left eye was closed, and his pupils, black and white, were covered in blood. A stream of blood flows out of it, slowly forming an orderly square. When the first rabbit appeared, there was no sound in the hole. When the 10th appeared, it was as if something huge was waking up in the cave. When the 30th Regiment appeared, the urge to hunt was in the air. When the 50th appeared, a tentative roar came from the cave. When the 100th Legion appeared, there was a ferocious smell of death and afterlife.

When the phalanx is lined up, the cave is as quiet as if there is nothing. It turned out that the ants did bite the elephant, and Ouyang Dao sat on the huge dead bear and counted the remaining winged tigers with his hands. Disabled No. 87, intact No. 49 fought fiercely and productively.

The top of the class piled up and killed the top of the class, and although the valuable fur was damaged, the valuable blood flowed to the ground, and the slightly valuable flesh was bitten off. But what Ouyang Dao wants is not value, but satisfaction.

Send the remaining rabbits back to their left eye, a magic eye with a powerful ability to quickly reverse all damage to the mod. This was the conclusion that Smith came to when he came back for the last time, and it was this powerful feature that led to Smith's return the next day, and he was as strong as ever. At the peak of the elite, Ouyang Dao was very excited, the last elite creature to be transformed by his blood was Mrs. Smith, and that person had created a real monster. Now, at the cries of the second monster, Ouyang Dao pulled out his long knife and slit his wrists, spitting blood like free banknotes. "Come on, surprise me," Ouyang Dao said with a wry smile as he stared at the corpse of the Elite Bear King.

It was evening again, and Ouyang Dao was squatting on a tree branch, overlooking the hunter's camp. Then a loud bang came from a distance, and Naza, the chairman of the camp, jumped into the air, felt it, and jumped in surprise. This time, without a solid roof or masonry, Naza's march caused so much damage that Ouyang Dao was willing to call her the king of tree felling.

After Nazha left, the yellow sun shone on the rune stone in Ouyang Dao's hand. It was a flat plate with dozens of names engraved on it, and a knife.