Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Xianxi, whose face has not changed much since a dozen years ago, squatted on the snow, holding a fist-sized dried insect in her hands, biting it with a snap, looking like a hungry squirrel.

The aura of the goddess had already collapsed completely.

Fufu took a portable camera and took several photos in a row, then squeezed to the side of Xixi, holding the camera with one hand and holding Xixi's shoulders with the other hand, "Come on, sister Xixi, look at the camera and smile~."

The moment she saw this frozen-age beauty with her own eyes, she decided to talk about it separately.

Xixi, with puffed cheeks, raised her head in a daze, and a strong light flashed in front of her eyes.

"Snap——"

"Okay!" Fufu put away the camera with satisfaction, and took out a dried insect from the bag and handed it to Xixi.

Watching her continue to chew fiercely, I felt like feeding a small animal.

The research class leader and the third-term group leader were not idle either.

The research class leader was holding a tape measure, circling the huge purple wind dragon, constantly measuring and recording the data of various parts of its body.

Looking at the changes in the data on the notebook, the middle-aged dragon man looked amazed and kept "tsk tsk" in his mouth.

The third-term group leader secretly came behind the 蛛蛛, holding a pair of small scissors in her hand, and cut off a small section of the tentacle tip that flashed with colorful glare from the latter's skirt.

The tentacle was hurt, and the whole living feather coat twitched, and even the 蛛蛛 shivered.

"Ah!"

"Sharing pain? This is no longer an ordinary symbiosis, it is actually combined to this extent. The biotechnology in the Fenglong area is really amazing." The third-term group leader muttered to himself and put away the tentacle sample he had just collected in a test tube.

"Don't do that, it will hurt."

Xuxi pulled the tassels of her skirt fluttering behind her to the front of her body, curled up and hugged it, fearing that the leader of the third group would secretly cut her again.

Fufu stretched out her finger and poked the large ball of translucent gel-like "clothing" in the arms of Xuxi. The soft and elastic touch made her unable to stop.

Xuxi subconsciously shrank back, and the frequency of the color change of Yueyu Tianmu in her arms also increased significantly, sometimes bright yellow and sometimes pink, like a colorful lantern.

Fufu suddenly had the urge to hold Xuxi's face and knead it hard, but thinking that the other party was an elder after all, she finally gritted her teeth and endured it.

Damn, she finally understood what her mother meant by "giving people the feeling that they want to bully her".

Xuxi didn't eat much, and she was already very full with two dried insects.

She clapped her hands and stood up. The Moon Feathered Mother wrapped around her like a feathered garment stretched out in the wind, like a goldfish fin floating in the calm water.

If it weren't for the insect leg hanging from the corner of her mouth, she would look really elegant.

Fufu helped her remove the food crumbs from the corner of her mouth, then took out the portable camera again and took a few photos. She asked her to stand in front of the majestic purple wind dragon and took a few more photos.

These photos are great whether they are sold for money or shown to friends.

It wasn't until the film ran out that she remembered the business.

"Oh, by the way, in addition to the dried insects just now, mom also prepared a lot of things for you, cold-proof clothes, secret medicine, and low-temperature resistant ink"

Fufu rummaged through the pile of luggage on the sled, "Oh, I almost forgot there is this, this saddle is also for Sister Xixi!"

If my dad hadn't reminded me, I would have thought this thing was for my uncle.

Xuxi happily accepted the gifts, but when it came to the huge and exquisitely designed saddle, she paused.

"Xiao Zi doesn't like wearing saddles, and she doesn't need one."

Perhaps because she hadn't used human language for a long time, Xuxi spoke with a little hesitation.

Looking at the naked purple wind-drifting dragon without anything unnatural, Fu Fu put down the saddle, "Is that so? Then I'll take this back?"

At this moment, Xixi stretched out her hands and hugged the dragon saddle that was almost bigger than her, "Please say thank you to Sister Gail for me. I can use this as a bed."

"Uh, that's fine." Fu Fu scratched her cheek, "By the way, Sister Xixi, do you remember Ms. Ota and Mr. Scar? It was in..."

Xixi nodded vigorously, "Of course I remember! Are they all okay?"

Faced with Xixi's slightly anxious question, Fu Fu was stuck, and after a while, she said, "Ms. Ota and Mr. Scar are both fine. They miss you very much."

"And Uncle Archery. I mean Uncle Kurt?" Xixi asked with joy on her face.

Fu Fu secretly raised her head, glanced at the other person, and whispered: "That gentleman seems to have left a few years ago."

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The eyelids of the 蛱蛱 drooped, and the feather tassels fluttering around her seemed to have lost their vitality and fell down.

Fu Fu, who had not experienced this before, did not know how to comfort her.

I wanted to joke about the picture book before, but now I can't joke anymore.

"Sorry." 蛱蛱 raised her head and showed a somewhat wooden smile, "Let's go here. This time, I'll go back first."

As she said this, she seemed to be escaping from something, and quickly came to the purple wind dragon that was entrenched on the side.

The wind dragon roared, waved its huge wings, and stirred up the wind and snow. When the snowflakes dispersed, the man and the dragon had disappeared.

"Should I not have mentioned this?" Fu Fu felt a little regretful.

If I had known that I would come to the New World, I should have asked them to write a letter to Xixi before saying goodbye to Mr. Scar and the others. That way, Xixi might feel better.

"It's not a matter of right or wrong. Hiding is never a solution." The research class leader put away the notebook full of new data, "But I'll give you a suggestion.

Next time, don't tell me the good news first. When people are happy, they suddenly drop bad news. Most people can't stand the ups and downs of emotions.

Forget it, you are still young, and you will understand these things slowly in the future."

"I don't want to learn these things," Fu Fu muttered softly.

"Although some research goals have not been achieved, the timing is obviously not right this time." The head of the third group put down his pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke, "Go back and let Miss Xixi calm down for a while."

The three of them packed their luggage and rigging in silence, preparing to leave here and go to a nearby camp for the night.

But at this moment, the heart-pounding roar of dragon wings came from above again.

The purple wind-drifting dragon, which had left for only a few minutes, landed in front of them again. Xixi almost rolled and crawled down the dragon's wings.

Her tears, frozen by the cold wind, almost covered her eyelashes. It was obvious that she had just cried.

Seeing that the three people had not left, her tears burst out again. She ran a few steps quickly, staggered and hugged the stunned Fu Fu, and her tears and snot rubbed her all over.

"I want to write a letter, but I can't read, Xixi, I want to see everyone, I want to talk to everyone, wow! I don't want to only hear the news that someone is gone!"

"Well, then go back and see?" Fu Fu said a little at a loss.

After crying a lot, Xixi finally calmed down. She loosened her arms and sniffed, "No, Xiao Zi is still young, she needs to be taken care of."

The purple wind dragon, whose size was almost beyond the growth limit of its species, blew out two streams of hot air from its nose in a very humane way, flapped its wings, and the strong wind lifted Xixi onto the sled.

Then, it flapped its wings violently and flew away without looking back.