Food Hunter

Time goes by synchronously.

More than two years have passed since Luo came to the Dark Continent.

He broke through 0% in the race-by-clan settlement, and the accuracy of his thought power has been greatly improved, and many things have happened in the two years as far away as the six continents.

For more than two years, it feels like such a dazzling effort.

Time is like that. If you don't think about it, you won't feel its passing. It has already taken a hundred steps, and when you look back, it is already at one hundred and fifty steps.

Qi Ya graduated from the Sky Arena and returned to Kukupushan by himself. He was greeted by heavy assassination commissions. It was the journey that everyone had to travel to beat the enemy Hakka.

Ilumi turned his back to the dark figure, flaring his teeth and claws in front of Qi Ya.

That year, Qi Ya was eight years old.

In the same year, in a secluded, rich and beautiful forest, a total of 2 people of the Kuluta people lived here. There, a blond teenager about twelve years old looked towards the outside world.

A year ago, he and Palo met Sheila who was lost and fainted. They obtained a hunter's autobiography from Sheila and gradually mastered the lingua franca. In their hearts, their yearning for the outside world was taking root.

The genocide of the Kuluta tribe is like a shadow and a big wheel of history, hanging high above the strange tribe in the rich forest.

Luo loves the role of Kurapika, so he has reached out to interfere, but, can that really stop the wheel from moving? Butterflies can stir up storms, but not every time.

In the past two years, Luo's mobile phone number has been visited countless times, whether it is a message or a dial-up call, without exception, everything has fallen into the sea.

Among the many messages and dial-ups, there are Qiya, Saling, Macki, many people, and among them are... Sheila.

During the trip, Sheila always shared with Luo what she saw and heard during the trip, sometimes calling, sometimes sending text messages, and even photos with poor shooting technology.

She continued to enjoy it. Until more than two years ago, she suddenly discovered that Luo's number could not be reached. The results obtained after many inquiries were as if Luo had disappeared from the world, and there was no news.

She was very puzzled and worried. In the end, she believed Luo would be fine, and still insisted on leaving some interesting anecdotes in Luo's number.

So many experiences included being saved by two teenagers in the forest.

She also deliberately mentioned the names of the two teenagers, one is Kurapika, who is very smart, and the other is Palo, who has almost hidden diseases in his eyes and legs, but he has a gentle temper.

Luo didn't receive the message, because he was in the Dark Continent at that time, even if the mobile phone's signal reception rate was against the sky, it would be difficult to get to the Dark Continent.

If Luo did not suddenly decide to go to the Dark Continent because of some opportunity, then he would receive this message and find the location of the Kuluta clan.

Luo really seemed to evaporate, and there was no trace of him anywhere, even Ikushobe couldn't find him. He wanted to find Luo to play games, but no matter how much he searched, he couldn't find him.

In a prosperous city, there are many tall buildings and thousands of lights are on.

The top floor of the hotel is soaring into the sky. The luxurious rooms are flanked by full-scale floor-to-ceiling windows. Standing in front of the windows, you can have a glorious night view of the bustling city.

In the room, the dim light was extremely soft. A black-eyed man with short black hair stood in front of the window. He was wearing a close-fitting casual suit, holding a book in one hand, and bowing his head slightly, his expression indifferent.

There was a sound of opening the door from the hallway, Paiknoda walked in and looked at the black-eyed man standing in front of the window. It was Kulolo.

Hearing the sound, Kuroro slowly raised his head, did not turn around, and asked: "Is the question coming out?"

"Want to know, what I don't want to know, I have asked them all." Parknolda replied.

Kuroro was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay."

"Then act tonight?" Parknoda continued to ask.

"Wait." Kuroro didn't hesitate.

"Understood." Parknodar nodded.

"Where are they?" Kulolo said.

"It's all next door, do you want to go there? It's not very clean there," Parknolda said.

"It's okay." Kulolo covered the book, passed by the cabinet table, and placed the book on it. The name of the book: Seven Beautiful Colors in the World.

Parker Norda looked at Kuroro's back, somewhat helpless.

To ask for information, it was quick and easy for her to act, but she had to take care of Feitan's interest, and she had to use Xing Gong methods to torture the ten captive men, women and children into adulthood, and then ask for the information she wanted.

The room next door was very big, but blood was like an arrow reflected on the wall or on the ground, and ten people were tied to the chair. The blood was dripping and there was no life.

Among the ten people, there was even a little girl under ten years old, who was tortured so that there was no human form, like a hell-like scene.

In addition to the ten dead people, there are other living people in the room, members of the Phantom Brigade.

Hiso, who had joined early, was sitting by the window, showing no interest in the **** picture, and turning around with his index finger against a playing card in all kinds of boredom.

Marge was standing not far from Hisuo. She embraced her arms and looked at the night view outside the window, her expression indifferent, as if she was thinking of something, her eyes were a little erratic.

"Now, Marge, let's go for a late night snack with me. On the street not far from here, there is a shop that specializes in all kinds of intestines." Hiso narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and turned into several poker cards. Card, said: "I heard it tastes good."

At a distance of 20 meters, three of the ten corpses had their stomachs cut open, the small intestines and large intestines were torn out and tied into knots, and many were severed by inch by inch.

This scene corresponds to Hisuo's invitation, and when it comes to the intestines' momentary pause~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it gives people a feeling of deliberately finding fault.

Marge's erratic thoughts were interrupted, she slowly tilted her head, did not speak, her cold eyes seemed to pierce Hiso's heart deeply.

"It's terrible." Hisuo smiled.

The other members of the brigade stood or sat, distributed in every corner of the huge room, some distance from the ten chairs.

Among them, Wojin even launched a fierce offensive against the table full of meat.

This is the top-floor luxury suite of the hotel. The food provided is mostly delicacy rather than quantity, so a table full of Wojin meals.

Not far from Wojin, Nobunaga is earnestly taking care of Aidao.

In front of ten chairs, Feitan put his hands in the pockets of the black cloak, with his eyes slit, looking at the masterpiece completed not long ago, the corners of his mouth hidden under the mask slightly hooked.

Everyone in the brigade is good, and their attitude towards the ten chairs is indifferent.

At this moment, the door opened, and Kurolo walked in.

The blood gathered under the ten chairs almost spread to the door, which is the epitome of lawlessness.

Kulolo didn't seem to see the blood, stepped on his face expressionlessly, and met the gazes of everyone.

Standing on the blood, he said in a flat tone: "Change places."

Then, the members of the brigade moved immediately, and Wo Jin even dropped the food that had not been eaten.

They moved quickly, leaving ten **** chairs behind and left directly.

At the same time, the Dark Continent lived by races.

Snapped.

Luo Gai put on the book of God's Hand, and flicked the quill into the air.

The quill pen that emerged from the brace flew into the air, and then turned into fluorescent light and disappeared. Then, the book in his hand also turned into a white spot.

He recorded something in the black pages of the book, and at the end there was a few words: ready to leave.