Beautiful fox and hunter

Whisper…

The arrow passed, the small bird in the air was immediately shot down on the pile of dry leaves. The man stepped forward, stepping slowly on the dry branch at his feet.

As he stepped through the mud, his gray shoes were smeared with black liquid, they looked filthy. Strong body, thick and long eyelashes, eyes as black as the dark night quietly falling in the deep forest.

The man was tall and strong, with antique bronze-colored skin, a cold and unapproachable appearance, the bridge of his nose was as sharp as a sword, just touching it can be injured. Especially when he opened his deep, wary eyes, his stern face looked extremely cold, like a general with eyes full of mettle on the battlefield.

He leaned over, his callused hands digging through the dry leaves looking for something. The bird that had just been shot down was found at last.

He should have left, but his keen senses warned him of something special. Under the old tree a curled white shadow, Richard began to take arrows from his belt and place them in his bow, ready to shoot if there was any danger.

A little closer, the man discovered under a tall tree a white fox was sleeping with his eyes closed. He thought for a long time, so he put the arrow in his hand away and replaced it with a sharp knife. As Richard was about to lower his arm, two options popped into his head.

One is to sell this beautiful looking fox for money, looking at its appearance, there will definitely be a lot of people who want to buy it. Such a strange troonh was most likely a rare species of fox, for he had never seen a fox with snow-white fur. The second option is to bring it home, peel the skin to get fur.

It's going to be cold next month, and furs like these are perfect for making clothes. It's the right time! Richard thought about it and finally chose the second option.

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Tonight is a special day. The day the "blood moon" appeared, not everyone was lucky enough to witness this rare sight. Everyone says that the time when the moon is dyed red with blood is a bad omen, during that time some strange events will happen. Richard was a mere hunter and couldn't be more special. He has no family, lives alone in a wooden house deep in the forest.

It sounds scary, but there are actually a lot of reclusive people like him. Walking around a bit, you will surely come across houses scattered in the distance, hidden under dense bushes. After dinner, it was time to go to the river to bathe. Richard took off his shirt to reveal his muscular upper body, carrying a torch to light the way. He was not afraid of an animal that suddenly jumped out to attack, or in other words, those beasts should be afraid of a hunter like him. Darkness is like a great curtain covering everything. The present space is an endless black hole that sucks all the life force of all things. The feeling it gives is really vague and scary. In the ear, there was not only the sound of the wind howling like a wounded demon, but also the sound of leaves swaying and colliding with each other. And the withered branches will fall to the ground, making room for the young shoots to continue to live, and it will be buried in the rock below.

Richard was stunned, his body quickly stiffened, when he saw the mysterious woman immersed in the clear lake, the torch in his hand fell to the ground. Under the surface of the lake, a slender figure plays with the waves. He could see the white, spotless shoulders. Her wet jet-black hair clung to her smooth skin. She bends her knees, her body curves like a small fish, her charm is hard to match. The white skin seemed to want to glow, the lips were bright red, and the eyes were transparent ruby-colored eyes that were so brilliant that they seemed to be able to attract people.

She licked her lips, her pink tongue exposed, looking flexible and wet, an inadvertent action could make him feel thirsty and dry his throat.

Is she human?

No, maybe she's a mermaid stuck here for some reason.

Richard's toes went cold at the thought of that madness, even his breathing quickened, an unusual feeling welling up inside, like an animal's intuition against a wily foe and bloodthirsty that he might not be strong enough to resist.

It was clear that Ran despised the meaning that popped into his head but failed to account for this considerable preoccupation. That is so annoying!

He still doesn't seem to realize the approaching danger and his peaceful life. That just being in this place for one more second, everything would change, his heart would be "eaten alive" by the other party.

He forgot to leave quickly. The long slender fingers unconsciously clenched, as if he considered it the only fulcrum that he could catch so as not to fall into the beauty of that mysterious woman.

Donna heard a small movement and immediately turned her head. The transparent eyes that sparkled from enjoying the comfort of the cool water around him became sharp, like a sword that could pierce the heart of a stranger who had just walked in ruined the mood hers.

However, in just a few short seconds, her deadly gaze immediately changed. Because what caught her eye at that moment was Richard's statue-like face. Donna curled her lips in a smile, lifted her arrogant chin, and focused her eyes on the muscular man, attentively assessing from top to bottom.

On his handsome face was inlaid with a layer of gold, his appearance was cold, but Donna noticed beneath his thick eyelashes, his pupils were as black as an abyss, even the cold wind howling could not make him retreat and scared. But right now, it was filled with panic.

He was appalled at her sudden appearance late at night, wasn't he? Or was he secretly thinking that she was a legendary mermaid who had come ashore for a walk?

Donna stroked the necklace in front of her chest, her eyes awake, her ruby ​​eyes flashed, eyelashes like butterfly wings fluttered slightly, the vibration of long eyelashes suddenly made her already gloomy eyes gradually become more flexible. Her pink and juicy lips pursed.

"Come here!"