Night fell. In the evening wind, he only felt angry.
However, the anger has not completely taken over his heart. He tried his best to persuade himself to calm down and analyze secretly. Who is this person? Rather, is this guy... a human being? And why can't he move? Is he being manipulated?
What kind of body-holding spell? But at least he was allowed to speak. He thought that the other party at least still had the will to communicate. Maybe the guy wouldn't lift the spell until he heard satisfactory words from his own mouth.
"You haven't answered my first question yet - who are you?"
"Here are the people who are here to help you."
He laughed again, and his tone was so calm that it seemed frivolous. Speaking of which, he could barely confirm the gender of this person. The other person's voice sounded like a male voice, but it would not be an exaggeration to interpret it as a magnetic female voice.
Objectively speaking, it sounds nice. But no matter what voice or appearance this person has, the fact that it offends and angers me will not change.
"You decided to stay here and said you would help me? Although I don't think you can help me in any way, let alone that I need your help in any way."
"You are really dishonest. When you put the words 'I can't help you' in the first place, you were exposed."
After saying that, the man loosened his hand on his shoulder and slowly moved in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, frowned, and his mood became a bit complicated, so that the previous anger faded a little. Not only the voice
, this person also looks like a man but not a woman. Perhaps true beauty always blurs gender, but even though he has a slim face, he still has many masculine qualities.
.The corners of his eyes were raised, and there was a mole under his right eye. His long, smooth black hair was like burnt ashes, and not a single spark or reflection was seen. The bathrobe that obviously did not belong to this season could not be said to be black.
There are more parts, and the proportion of red is greater. They blend with each other, and strange lines penetrate into each other's boundaries, as if they are alive.
His eyes were bright red, and seemed to be glowing in the night. The thing that was as eye-catching as his eyes was the long white cigarette rod in his hand, which was exactly the one that poked his chin just now. Look.
I don’t know if it’s jade or some other material, but it must be expensive. Anyone who appears in a place like this at this time of year must be a monster.
Is there any chance of winning the fight?
"Unconvincing. Is this your sincerity?"
"Hmm...how should I say it?"
The long-haired man took a puff of the cigarette calmly and blew it gently on his face. Although it was not as unpleasant as ordinary tobacco, it was still a bit choking, and he felt a subtle insult. He frowned and almost cursed,
But the other party spoke first:
"If I untie myself now, you will pull out a skinning knife from the inside of your left boot and cut my throat in the shortest possible time. The knife is bright and sharp. You polished it after you used it yesterday. Everyone around you
Everything, including every arrow in your quiver, has been carefully inspected, from the arrowhead to the fletching, and you want to ensure that these things are in the best condition for use at all times to minimize possible errors.
Losses caused by your own fault."
Until then, an inexplicable shiver slowly crawled up his spine. Was it so cold by the river at this time in previous years?
Immediately afterwards, more intense anger covered up these.
This monster has been observing him? Since when? His few words alone can explain too many problems. I am afraid that his whereabouts and even every move have been seen by this bastard since a long time ago - without him being aware of it.
Next. Although the privacy is not deliberately concealed, it is just seen like this
It's obvious that everyone can get emotional. He has been away from the world for too long, and no one has been able to arouse his anger like this for a long time. Rather, it is probably because he has held it in for too long, and he is so angry at this time.
But this is not important. What is important is, who is this guy? What is his purpose?
"If you came to piss me off, you've already succeeded."
"Oh, then I can't let you go. I'm here to help you. It's really rude."
"You kept saying to help me, but now you are just causing trouble for me. I'm warning you -"
In an instant, the restraining spell was lifted. Before he could finish his words, he suddenly lost his center of gravity and almost fell on the stone beach by the river. He immediately made adjustments and took out the peeling shoe on the side of his boots in the blink of an eye.
The knife is exactly what that person said.
A knife came forward, with the strength and speed to chop down a tree as thick as a bowl. But after a crisp "bang" sound, his move was easily blocked - the knife looked like it would break with just a snap.
The cigarette rod. Moreover, the man held it steadily with one hand, but he tried his best, and even his forearms were shaking slightly from the excessive exertion.
Impossible... just for such a half-hearted guy? Could it be that he was affected by his emotions? What a joke! He didn't want to admit it at all, and he wouldn't be scared based on this, let alone flinch.
It must be him again...
"Are you suspecting that I'm cheating with sorcery? You're really not cute."
"..."
His idea was well understood, and this guy didn't know him at all. He didn't dare to relax his hands. The slightest hesitation might be taken advantage of by the other party, leading to a more troublesome pursuit. It was too dark, so he could only let it go
See the faint moonlight
The range in front of him was very small, and the advantage was not great. He quickly took out the arrow from the quiver with his free hand and stabbed the opponent's abdomen from below. But at that moment, he felt the knife in his left hand was weak, but
He was quickly overtaken by the previous strength. This man actually
He turned the cigarette stick at an invisible speed and knocked the incoming arrow away. The arrow fell into the water with a pop, and the broken wooden stick stayed two inches in front of his waist. He took a deep breath and realized
The monster knew more about him than he thought
Terrifying. According to the inertia, this wooden stick can at least stab him, although it may not cause serious damage. But he will control the force before attacking. How deep the weapon penetrates the enemy and where it stabs, he asked
I know it well.
"You are so easily angered, Yin Guihong."
When he heard the last three words, his mind went blank for a moment. Then, he held the broken arrow in his hand tighter, and instead punched the target with an uppercut. But he only hit a ball.
The air and even the strength of the sword in his left hand suddenly disappeared. Eyes
In the previous burst of light, the figure turned into a virtual image of flames and disappeared in an instant. He threw the wooden stick to the ground hard and looked around, with nowhere to vent his anger. The monster disappeared without a trace, but his voice came from somewhere,
flowed clearly into his ears.
"Are you angry again? Alas, there's really nothing I can do about it. But you're qualified."
"Get out of here!" He wanted to yell, but he suppressed more swear words in his mouth. "Whose name do you have, and what do you want? Why do you know my name? Get out of here and speak clearly."
!”
"Yin Guihong... Well, I think it's a good name. Why don't you just give it up?"
"Stop fucking and mind your own business!"
"Indeed, this is your family matter." The voice smiled, "Hehehe, since I was adopted by that old guy, I no longer need this name. You probably have no idea about it, so I will take care of it.
Just a reminder: when he asked your name, he was actually startled after hearing the answer. Shen
After a long silence, he told you to just forget about the name from now on, since you don't need it anymore anyway. It's true that he hasn't called you by your name for more than ten years, but it's fair, you haven't called him by either.
.Because until the moment he died, you didn’t know his name. You only knew that he was a hunter.”
He knew too much. However, Yin Guihong's memory did slowly wake up. He vaguely remembered that after telling his name, the old hunter didn't say anything, but just said his last name twice: Yin
...Then, he asked himself where he came from, and
He looked in the direction he came from and shook his head. Then he did exactly what the man said. Indeed, he had to admit that his memory was not so good that he could remember every detail of the past clearly. How old was he at that time?
?Are you ten years old?
What impressed me most was not this part, but some things earlier.
"You are a lot stronger than you were then." Yin Guihong still couldn't determine the source of the voice, "I would rather say, you are much stronger. After all, when you were picked up, you almost didn't even save your left leg. You looked sick.
You look miserable, and it's difficult to speak. No one who sees you thinks you can survive the next day. It should be said that the old hunter is really rejuvenated. He is both a hunter and a doctor; he is a bricklayer and a healer.
He is a carpenter; he is a fisherman,
He is also a vegetable farmer. For humans, he is very powerful, and he is your second parent. Unfortunately, one rainy day, he slipped and rolled down the hillside, almost losing his life. You found him the next day, and carried him on your back.
go home,
No matter how well he recovered, his skills and brains were not as good as before. He could have lived longer, right? Oh my, what a coincidence... Hey, it was raining heavily the day you were picked up, what a coincidence.
,Yes or no?"
Speaking of this, Yin Guihong calmed down.
The amount of information this guy has is really incredible. But thinking about it this way, he may have known himself very well from a long time ago, and he has come prepared for his appearance this time. What the other party knows, as well as physical skills and magic, are all for the time being.
Above himself. Although he is still very angry, he is not stupid. It is impossible to go against someone who has no chance of winning. It is a taboo to be carried away by anger and do something that is most inappropriate at the moment.
This man is right. He does have a very bad temper, but he has changed a lot since living with the old hunter.
