Reign of the Hunters

Chapter 36 Truth

“My energy core is running out.” Suddenly in the middle of the year he said to Leaf that the energy core on the chariot was flashing constantly, indicating that the energy was about to run out.

Leaf looks at the nucleus of energy on his chariot: “Mine is almost there, I can hit it again at most, I think it's going to go out. ”

“Finish the massive concentration and let's clean up the remaining pieces manually. ”

“No problem.”

As two people work together for longer and better, sometimes just a few simple words will help them understand each other's meaning. Moreover, since both sides are hunters, the two men are more capable of making up for themselves in the process of controlling and killing monsters.

The tail chase blocked a wave of monsters, and the two chariots were completely powerless, all silently extinguishing the fire. The two jumped out of the car and stood by the car.

Looking at the remaining dead spirits and beasts in the square in the next year, he roughly estimated that there were about two or three hundred left, and he smiled and suggested, "How was our game? On one side, within a 10-minute deadline, see who kills more? ”

Leafs raised eyebrows, and in a boring copy, it seemed like a good proposition: "Okay, you turn on the counter. ”

“Let's start with where we stand now.” Looking to both sides in the middle of the year, I thought it would be better if they stood right now as a starting point.

“Okay.” Ye said the old four, facing left ready for the raid, just waiting for the first order of the current year to start the attack, but didn't want to, but the current year didn't move, she looked back at the current year, “Why, the counter isn't adjusted yet? ”

“Of course not.” In the next year, he stood there looking at the leaves and smiling. “Little man, since it's a game, there's always a winner. If there's a winner, there's always a reward and punishment. Tell me, what kind of reward and punishment would be better? ”

“Reward and Punish?” Leaf words up and down to measure seniority, what the hell is this asshole man up to?

“What? Don't you know what rewards and punishments are?” The smile on your face is really a bit seductive when you get close to the leaves: “Shall I explain it to you? ”

“If you win, go to the Eastern Continent and I'll spare you one death. If I win...” Ye thought, if I win, I don't really seem to have anything to want.

“How about you win?” The gaze grew brighter in the current year, and he bent his waist slightly, and his face became closer and closer to the face of the leaf word.

The breath in the middle of the year was hot, it blew on the face of the leaf words, which made her feel a little unspeakable. She lifted her hand, pressed it on the face of the middle of the year and pushed him out, then hummed her nose sneering: “If I win, you stay away from me. ”

Liu Yen's face was pushed away by the leaf words, but he was not angry at all. He just held his face and looked at the leaf words with a smile: “Little boy, this proposal is not good at all, why don't you listen to my proposal? ”

“Roll!” Ye turned directly, ignoring the dead face of seniority.

“Oh, boy, you're so boring.” Looking at the back of the boy's ghost in the middle of the year, the corner of his eyes picked up slightly: “Such an interesting thing, but making such a boring bet, without listening to any other suggestions, so subjective? ”

“If you talk any more, I'll sew your mouth up.” Ye was finally frowned upon by the drumming noise of the current year. She turned half her face and the fierce spirit stared furiously at the peach blossom man.

“Well, well, you insist so much on this, I'll be fine with you.” A helpless face in the middle of the year, but full of laughter in his eyes.

“You...” Ye words stared wide-eyed, this bitch, what did he say again!

“Begin!" But the first year didn't wait for the fire of the leaves to come out, and just lit the timer, and his people rushed out to the right like an arrow off the string, a tsunami, and Little Five was born, accompanied by the current year, like a sword out of a sheath, straight to the enemy camp.

The "start” came too suddenly. When the leaf word reacted and rushed out, it was much later than the current year. She directed the old four towards the dead spirit and the beast. As she pulled her bow and ran towards the nearest spirit, she turned her head and looked at the junior year, biting her teeth.

Someday! Someday! She's going to smoke this man's muscle and peel this man's skin! Dissolve the hatred of your heart!

Sharon's Guild site in Holy Light City was also very busy at a time when Leaf Words and Senior Years were killing weirdos in their copies and killing addictions.

The prince only told him the coordinates of the secret silver ore vein. At the same time, he said that the current secret silver ore vein is definitely only a mountain. It must be guided by a previous task to discover the secret silver ore vein. However, the prince did not tell him what kind of task to do. He also contacted him in the middle of the year to ask him exactly what kind of task he was in, but the system told him that he was too busy to contact him.

This makes the salon very depressing. Then I couldn't help but start thinking about it.

This is busy. What are you busy with? Even in battle, the system generally does not intercept the phrase unless the two of them are engaged in some kind of competition, or, or, you know, that kind of thing, the system carefully intercepts the phrase.

So what are they up to?

Lonely man and woman, love and concubine, can you do the same thing with firewood...

Of course, of course, it's just the salon's own YY. In fact, he himself knew that the players in the eastern and western continents were hostile and that there was absolutely no intimacy in the middle, in which case the system would never allow something to happen between the two sides. Moreover, because holographic games are evolving rapidly, the protection of women in holographic games is in place. If men force women to do something that is unclear, they will be criticized by a systematic announcement and severely punished.

But even knowing that, Sharon couldn't resist going to YY and what would happen between the two of them.

Pushing the salon in the conference room, holding one hand against the chin, the other quickly banging on the table, but in the head swimming in Kyushu. Wouldn't it be harder for you to live in the New Year? But just now, in the bloody wilderness, didn't the son Ghost already get caught in the middle of the year? So it shouldn't be too hard... he looks at world information while he thinks about it, afraid he'll miss the beauty of being criticized by the announcement in the next year.

What the hell are these two doing? It would have been a shame if I had stuck with them.

“Push! Sand! Dragon!" Just as the shooting salon was still here, the infinite YY gossip, a Hedong lion roar directly shook him back to God.

“Ah, honey!” Pushing the salon, a spiritual sat up and found Acid Apple standing at the door with his hands and hips, presenting a giant teapot, and he hurried up and laughed.

“Didn't you tell me you had something important to deal with? That's what matters to you! You can handle it in the Guild Room.” Acid Apple has a ring today and ROLL is the lowest and in a very bad mood, so pushing the salon becomes the best vent.

“Didn't I come back from work?” As soon as Sharon saw the sour apple like this, she knew she definitely didn't have ROLL in gear again today, so she hurried forward to comfort herself.

“What are you doing?” Acid apples are curious.

Push the salon slightly and sink, then shake your head, a serious face: “For now, just don't know. ”

Although sour apples usually play a little kid's temper, big things are still clear, the appearance of the salon usually shows that this has absolute relationship with the interests of the society, and has not yet been solved. In this case, not only will the salon not tell itself, not even a few people will know about the management of the guild. She blinked and asked, “Is it important? ”

“If it is true… it is very important.” As soon as Sharon remembered the mysterious silver vein that the son had spoken of, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

The sour apple nodded and held his arm against the salon, encouraging him with a smile: "Honey, don't worry, I believe you, it won't hurt you in difficult things. ”

Push the salon sour nose. Otherwise, the wife is still good for herself. How can you care? What kind of guy is he? He's always only used him and bullied him. In contrast, he makes Sharon cry: “Wife...”

“That's right! Where's that dead man in the next year?” The sour apple suddenly remembered another thing, and she immediately put away the slightest bit of tenderness and pushed the fiend on the salon. “Didn't you say you were coming with us today? Why didn't you come at last? ”

Just as the sour apple was looking for the salon, the white fairy tale happened to come looking for the sour apple, she wanted to send a code word, but when she found the sour apple in the conference room, she simply came straight to her. Just walking to the conference room door, she tried to push the door in, but when she heard that Sour Apple was following Sharon about the current year, she couldn't help but put her hands down and hid by the door to listen quietly. She also knew it was immoral to listen, but she couldn't care less as long as it was a matter of seniority.

“Legs grow on him, and I don't care where I get him.” The sour apple has been investigated once, but obviously not in the past, so the salon sighed.

“Made a fairy tale of the day wait for him all night! I can't even tell her what it looks like! What the hell is this dead man thinking? What else does he want with a girl with such a good fairy tale here?” Sour apple rage rushes: “By the way, does he not like women...”

I almost want to take a bite of blood out of the salon, I don't like women... is that dude ghost a man? I don't think so. Although the son is thin, she still has some place for a woman. It's not right to look at her in the middle of the year. Would a man with such an eye dislike a woman?

Though he thought so, he didn't have the guts to say that to the sour apple, and he had to gently tell her, "I said, can you stop worrying about the white fairy tale and the new year? Why wait so many years for a white fairy tale if there is an affair between them? You don't know about seniority. If he was interested in people and things, he would have tried to die without shame. If he wasn't interested in people and things...” Pushing Sharon said here, it just bothered me: “Don't make peace, be careful to make yourself not human inside and outside! ”

“What do you mean you're not human inside or outside?” The sour apple was very dissatisfied with the description of the salon, and she frowned and looked at the salon: “Didn't you have a girlfriend in the middle of the year? Since he's still single, what's wrong with him and fairy tales? You don't want to see, we're all classmates, we've known each other for so many years, we both know the truth, if they could be, wouldn't that be a beautiful thing? Speaking of which, geez, you at the table, how wonderful?” By the time the sour apple said that, the pink bubbles had begun to appear in her eyes, and she seemed very keen on pulling the strings as a bride.

“If you have a pair of us at the same table, you don't have to make the whole world a model, okay?” Pushing the salon frowned, looking at the sour apple enthusiasm, he remembered the stickiness of his son in the middle of the current year. Pushing the salon just felt that if he were to keep his wife so messed up, he might be swept away in the middle of the current year. So, for his own sake, it would be best if he tried to get the sour apple to get rid of this completely unreliable idea.

“What have you been persuading me to do? Don't you want a fairy tale with a junior year?” The sour apple is not a fool. She has been persuaded a lot by the salon. Of course, she can feel the meaning in the heart of the salon. She frowned and watched the salon with a little dissatisfaction.

“This doesn't seem to be a question of my willingness.” Pushing Sharon grabbed his hair, “at best I was a crowd audience, didn't seem to have much say, willing or unwilling to talk about this question in the next year, do you say? ”

“Did he say he didn't want to?” The sour apple hummed her nose and she felt a little uncomfortable in the face of the obstruction of the salon.

“Why not?” I'm absolutely sure of that on the salon: “I remember in freshman year when white fairy tales were revealed, didn't they say no in the first year? Do you have a bad memory? When you scolded him, you just didn't take care of you in the next year, you turned your head and came to me for trouble...” If you want to talk about turning old, the courage to bet on the salon is no worse than sour apples.

“As you said, it was in high school, 10 years ago, 10 years ago! He was a little kid back then. He knew shit! All he knew at the time was that he was running all sweaty on the basketball field! You know what a woman is? You know what a girlfriend is? So his refusal at that time was a fart, it's different now, it's been 10 years, he's mature, male hormones are also secreted, it's time to understand the flair, now we're matching them are very successful!” The sour apple absolutely denies the idea of putting on the salon: “Besides, I didn't say no in the first year! ”

“He didn't say it was a fairy tale for you and a face for me. He wasn't obvious enough!” Pushing the salon was driving me crazy by the sour apple: “Not to mention, we've all been in the game together for a year. How many times have you filmed them together, have you succeeded? Have you forgotten the scar and the pain? Have you forgotten what he said to you? Why do you have to make people not even do friends to be willing?” The sound of the salon finally got louder.

“What are you doing so loud! Aren't I in a hurry for them? If it wasn't for all my friends, why would I do such a hard and unpleasant thing!” Acid Apple, of course, knew what Sharon was saying was true. She felt somewhat faint in her heart, but she didn't want to be soft on her mouth, so she pulled her neck like this and shouted at Sharon.

Fortunately, as long as these two bites are in the conference room, the rest of them will never back off, otherwise their quarrel video will probably be enough to circle the planet for a half a lap.

“If you really want to say hello, I tell you, put away your meddling heart right now, you want to tap the drum, if you want to be old, die before it's too early!” I really don't want to waste it on Sharon.

“What about your fairy tale? Thirteen years since I was twelve. Thirteen years!! ”

“That's someone else's business.” Push the salon frown: “has nothing to do with you! ”

“Don't you think seniority is too ruthless?” Perhaps because women think differently than men, sour apples find it a little unjustifiable to bet on salons.

“Ruthless?” Pushing Sharon felt his temple hurt, he lifted his hand, grabbed Sour Apple's shoulder and took a deep breath: “Wife, the last time I told you about this today, you listen carefully, if you want to settle this later, please, don't drag me into the water. You think you and the white fairy tale are best friends, I'm still living and dying with the seniors, I don't want to ruin my relationship with the seniors because of this! ”

The face is serious and discreet when you push the salon. Such a look is unfamiliar to sour apples, because besides the things in the guild, other trivial things in life will never talk to themselves with this look. Pushing on the salon has never been a big, big person. Really, never careless, even if you make fun of yourself, you rarely get angry. In reality, whatever you encounter is a laugh and a laugh, and such a serious attitude is too little.

This attitude made Sour Apple suddenly feel under a lot of pressure, and she had to put away her teeth and claws. She looked at the salon honestly and said, "Then tell me. ”

“Well, I admit, white fairy tales like 13 years in the next year, which is a great thing, a hard thing to do. Especially if the other party still likes it for 13 years without responding. Such feelings are too expensive and rare in the world.” Pushing the salon took a deep breath and stabilized myself almost to the point of being driven mad by acid apples.

“Mm-hmm.” I'm happy with the acid apple for the salon, and that's how she nodded.

“But just because the feeling of white fairy tales is invaluable, just because white fairy tales like the thirteenth year of the next year, so you have to ignore the response in the next year, right? Whether he wants it or not, like it or not, just because it's been 13 years, does he have to accept white fairy tales? ”

“Shouldn't it be? Shouldn't he have responded with so much fairy tale? ”

“You're making a fool of yourself! Did a pig like you for 13 years and to thank him for his love, you also marry a pig?” Pushing the salon frowned and accidentally quoted the metaphor of the current year.

“What are you talking about? This, this, how can this be the same! ”

“Why is this different?” Pushing Sharon took a deep breath and waved his big hand: “Shut up and listen to me honestly, stop interfering! ”

The sour apple was going to argue, but looking at the dark face of the salon, he had to whip his mouth and stop talking.

“I like not liking seniority, how long I like seniority is a white fairy tale's own thing, and responding to the likes of not responding to white fairy tales, how to respond to seniority is none of your business.” Pushing Sharon sighed and went on to say, "I don't appreciate white fairy tales being so silent about whether it's a good thing or a bad thing over the years, but from my point of view, I definitely don't think it's a good thing. Though feelings are not controlled by people themselves, when others reject your feelings, you have to make stubborn choices, and you have to bear the consequences of your choices yourself. This result, sweet or bitter, is your choice. I don't want to sound too bad, but if I like a woman, she rejects me, and I reject her completely, I will take my feelings back, even if I do, at least not so obviously, because I don't want to be cheap. ”

“How can you say that...” The sour apple feels bad, I don't know if it's for the white fairy tale or for myself.

“What do you want me to say? That's the truth. We grew up together in the next year, and I know best what he's up to. If he liked white fairy tales a little, he wouldn't have kept her waiting for so many years. He doesn't care about anything, he doesn't care about anything, but, I know, he understands what he wants, what he doesn't want, nobody knows better than himself. The white fairy tale is a good woman, gentle, kind, beautiful, thoughtful, hands-on cooking, anyway, she has the standard for a good wife. But why don't you care about her in the middle of the year? That's because she's not the person she wanted in her life! ”

The words of the salon were like a hammer, heavily smashed into the sour apple's heart, actually a lot of things she didn't know, she just didn't want to admit. In her thirteen years, she shared all the love and growth of the white fairy tale, so much heartache and suffering, as if they had become part of her life, but now reality is so brutally stripped away, she feels somewhat unacceptable, not for herself, but for the past thirteen years.

“Emotions, can be cultivated.” Her voice was much smaller and less powerful.

“It depends on who.” Push the salon to shake his head: “The seniority is not that kind of person, the seniority of the seniority is like a safe, the key code is correct, he will open and pull out all the emotions, if the key code is wrong, even if let him soak in the tenderness of the water, even if his appearance is rusted, his heart is still stiff stitched, no one can get in. ”

“According to you, isn't 13 years of fairy tales too bad? ”

“Wouldn't it be better if we chose to leave now? Must she wait for the next year to marry and have children, and walk happily in front of her before she dies? How old was she then? A woman's age is the same as a flower blossom. It is not well cherished. When it has blossomed, no one bears all the tragic consequences with her. And you, too, can't afford that responsibility.” Push the salon to say all the words: “Wife, if you really want a fairy tale, persuade her, it will definitely not be her fate in the next year, so come back soon.” Pushing the salon patted the shoulders of sour apples.

“Me and my senior year are both professional players, especially me, you know, how much I shoulder. Genesis is what I did with the seniors, honey, and I don't want to make a gap between me and the seniors because of this, and I don't want to cause any damage to Genesis because of this, especially..." Pushed Sharonton: “Especially when the world is about to enter destiny. ”

Though not an absolutely qualified professional player, Acid Apple has been with Sharon for years. Of course she knows what the world is like. When I heard Salon say that, my body trembled heavily. “Aren't we women supposed to be irrelevant? ”

“It's insignificant, but annoying.” Pushing on the salon to look at the sour apple, she told her biggest feelings, word for word: "I still feel this way, what do you think will happen in the new year? ”

“I just think it would be nice to give each other a chance to stay single for the rest of the year...” Acid Apple sighed slowly, sitting down without sharpness.

“Even if you're single in the next year, there's no chance for a white fairy tale. Besides, how do you know there's no one else in the next year? ”

“Is there someone else in your life?” Acid Apple fought a cold war, and she quickly combed the performance of the last few years in her mind, but she didn't find anything special, just in the game... her heart shrank suddenly: “You're talking about that dude ghost! ”

I never cared about the sour apple in the current year and the son's ghost. As the saying goes, meeting each other is not only dead, but in reality I don't know them, so how can it have nothing to do with anything? So since the first day of this scandal, sour apples have never believed it. But listening to Sharon now doesn't seem like the same thing.

“It's the middle of the year, I don't know.” Though he's gossiping, he knows that there are things he can say, things he can't say, he shakes his head and doesn't give any answers to sour apples.

The white fairy tale stood in front of the door and listened to the conversation between Salon and Acid Apple. It was as if a man was holding a knife and poking her heart again and again, putting her heart, which was already full of sores, into the blood, so that it didn't count, but he grabbed another handful of salt and spilled it on it, making her almost faint in pain.

She has always known that her love is not the focus of the current year, she has always tried to do better, to be more humble, not to affect the current year, just to stand in place until one day he can look back and satisfy himself. But how could she not think that even if she were so humble, she would still get no trace in her heart of the current year, even annoying him? Is this the result of her thirteen years of love?

Is there anyone in the world more sad than her?

She wanted to leave these heartbreaking conversations, but she just couldn't walk, as if her feet were full of tree roots, nailed firmly to the ground, and couldn't move. Always hearing the name of another woman, she suddenly had the feeling of wanting to collapse.

Though in her heart, she always thought that the worst result of her love was that she ended up falling in love with someone else in the first place, and she ended up still in love with him. But she never thought that the day would really come, even if she knew that now it was not certain, but, just thinking about it, she was already sad and dying. Although I didn't accept her in the past, there was never anyone else in his heart beside him. Although she worked hard, she finally felt hopeful, but now? Now what's all this about her?

She's upset, she's really upset.

The white fairy tale leaned against the wall outside the conference room, biting his lips violently, without any pain.

Today's betting on the elite copy of Sharon's absent evening, and not proactively telling him where to go, caused the vice chairman to whisper a little worried, which was never the style of betting on Sharon, so after coming out of the copy and handing over the loot and finance to the warehouse, he intends to go to the betting Sharon to find out what happened.

Somehow, his left eyelid jumped so hard, he didn't know if it was bliss or misfortune.

Walking outside the Guild Room, he saw the white fairy tale standing at the door, against the wall, pale and seemingly with hidden tears in the corner of his eyes, a little strange: "Fairy tale, what's wrong with you? Why are you standing here? ”

The white fairy tale was already immersed in her sad emotions, which was suddenly asked, just panicked and panicked. She seemed scared and ran away with her mouth covered.

The sour apple that was still talking in the house and the shooting salon were also frightened when she heard the light whispering, especially the sour apple, suddenly losing blood on her face, she stared wide-eyed at the shooting salon: “How...”

“What the hell! Why don't you go after him?” Pushing Sharon twisted his eyebrows, he just wanted to teach his wife to stay out of business, but didn't think he'd finally get a white fairy tale to know about it, and he didn't know how to do it for a while.

“Ooh.” The sour apples are even sillier, hurrying to turn around and run outside.

Just wondering what happened to this white fairy tale, she tried to open the door and saw a panicked sour apple rushing out of the conference room. She couldn't even say hello and fight him. She grabbed him and asked: "Fairy tale! ”

“Over there...” The light singer lowered his finger in the direction of the white fairy tale, and threw away the sour apple and chased him. He left behind only a shallow singing nod and the monk couldn't touch his head. He stood still and wondered: “What is this? ”

“Shallow singing, are you here?” The salon took a deep breath, and although the white fairy tale learned that it was not humane, the so-called long pain was better than the short pain, if he could let go of the seniority completely because of it, and let go of himself was not a bad thing. Thinking about it, he also walked towards the door of the conference room and looked up and saw the shallow singing and whispering and grabbing his hair and looking at the distant faces of the two.

“Well, what's going on? ”

“Who knows.”

Since the betting salon doesn't want to say it, and the light singing won't ask too many questions, most of the things related to sour apples and white fairy tales are related to seniority, so don't ask. “What happened today? What happened? Why didn't you finish the copy and leave? ”

“You come just in time, I have something to discuss with you.” The salon looked out vigilantly and then went into the Chamber of Secrets with the shallow singer.

Leaf stood in the Palace Square, panting and staring into the middle of the year. How did this guy do that? How could he have done more than himself without such extensive killing skills as arrownets? This is incredible! I was tired half to death, and I ended up with three fewer than him. How can this make Ye's words feel so happy?

Standing aside in the middle of the New Year, I sighed: "Little boy, next time I go on a trip to the East China, you should treat me well ~”

Leaf was biting her teeth off, and now she can't wait to have a sniper gun in her hand and blow this man's head off without ever seeing it again. Next time, next time! She never wanted to have any contact with him.

“Don't be so bitter, I don't really want to win, but when I think about losing, I want to stay away from you, I'll be sad to kill a few more freaks, so..." I laughed at the leaves in the middle of the year very badly: “You know...”

“Junior year.” Leaf's face was dark, and she pulled out a bottle of wine and began to replenish her strength, which was not enough at any time under the Western Continent.

“What?” The corner eyebrows of the seniors laughed like spring and peach blossoms.

“Has anyone ever said that you're really annoying!” Ye sighed wholeheartedly. It was unfortunate to be tied to such a person because of what he had done.

He was not angry at all in the first year, reached out his hand, rubbed the hair of the leaf words quickly, and when the leaf words reached out to fight back, he had withdrawn his hand: “You are talking. ”

“You...” Ye only felt speechless to ask God if this guy's head was made of meat! Why does she always feel like she's talking to a senior-year bull?

He looked at the face of Ye Yi dying in the first year, and the big curve on his lips leaked some excessive mood for his good. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)