The villagers held torches and surrounded the small two-room building, shouting and demanding that the little hunter's father hand over the little hunter, otherwise they would set the house on fire!

The little hunter's father looked at the torch outside the window and turned his sharp eyes to the little hunter. Seeing that his son kept pulling on his sleeves, he stepped forward and opened the little hunter's sleeves.

Due to the hot weather and the fact that the wound had not been treated properly, the scar on the little hunter's wrist had begun to fester and fester, making it look particularly frightening on the delicate and white arm.

For the first time, the little hunter saw the look of love in his father's eyes, although it was only for a moment. His mother had already shrunk in fear and looked at her husband with tears in her eyes.

"It'll be okay. Just watch him carefully and simply pack up our things." The little hunter's father calmly took long strides and walked out.

The little hunter's mother nodded nonchalantly and immediately packed the valuable things in the house and a few simple clothes into the bag.

"Tell me, where did you hide my daughter!" the village chief roared with his eyes wide open. When he thought of his daughter's cute little apple face, he couldn't help but turn red.

"We have never seen your daughter." The little hunter's father was still so indifferent, even without any expression.

"Stop pretending! My son told me when he got home that your son is covered with eyes?!" A red-faced man took a step forward and shouted loudly, "A few children saw it, so they threw rocks at them

Your son, you just kidnapped the village chief’s daughter, didn’t you?”

After hearing the words of the red-faced man, a dark shadow flashed in the eyes of the little hunter's father.

"Yes, it's not possible for a normal person to have eyes all over his body! Your son must be a monster!" Another villager wearing a blue guise also stood up, with a look of indignation on his face.

"If you don't hand over the village chief's daughter today, you won't be able to leave this yard!" the villagers shouted in unison, holding up the torches in their hands.

"I told you, we didn't capture your daughter." The little hunter's father said in a calm tone, but there was already some faint anger in his voice, "Besides, please don't say that my son is a monster again."

"Obviously we are not allowed to say anything! Monster, monster, monster!" shouted an aunt in her thirties.

Hearing the shouts below, the little hunter cried sadly, and tears fell drop by drop on the whitened wound.

"Don't tell me?! We will set fire to your home and kill you monsters!" the village chief yelled in a gaffe.

"Just you?"

The little hunter's father sneered, and then a thick black fog filled the entire village. When the fog cleared, the family of three had disappeared, and Little Apple was never found.

In fact, the little hunter has never blamed those friends who injured him, including Little Apple. Until now, he still wants to know the whereabouts of Little Apple and hopes to get news that she is safe.

After the danger passed, the family of three had to move again. Due to the failure to treat the wound in time, the hunter suffered a permanent scar on his wrist. Moving became commonplace after that, and they moved almost every six months or so. Often, they would move every six months or so.

I just got familiar with the environment and then left again. In fact, it was almost the same as wandering.

The smiles and words on my mother's face became less and less, and she often sat in bed in a daze for two or three hours at a time.

The aggrieved little hunter raised his innocent little face more than once, mustering up the courage to ask his mother: "Mom, why do I have eyes and no one else has eyes?" However, what the question got in exchange was not an answer, but

These are my mother's tears of sadness.

Finally one day, my mother left. Before leaving, she made the little hunter his favorite chili fish and hibiscus cake, and stuffed a banknote into his little hand. From then on, the little hunter was never seen again.

His mother died, leaving only his indifferent father to take care of him. And the smile on his father's face became even more difficult to find.

The little hunter stood guard in front of the door every day, expecting to see his mother come back and prepare him delicious snacks and tell him beautiful stories as before. But when he was disappointed again and again, he turned into despair and no longer had hope.

At that time, the little hunter finally understood that in fact, his mother left because of him. No wonder his mother never bathed or changed clothes for him, and was not even willing to hug him. The only person who had always done this for him was the man who rarely spoke and smiled.

's father.

For as long as I can remember, my mother has only cooked for herself, talked, and used various gadgets to fulfill her motherly responsibilities. But all that my mother has done is nothing more than that.

Perhaps, the mother is also afraid of her terrible body? The hunter smiled sadly to himself.

After what happened, no matter how hot it was, the little hunter would not wear shorts or T-shirts like other children. Every day, he wore long clothes and long trousers, wrapped tightly, and developed the habit of constantly pulling

Everyone thought the hunter was weird and didn't want to interact with him. The hunter himself also gave up communicating with others because of the painful experience last time.

The innocent smile of his childhood gradually disappeared from the hunter's face, and he began to become as silent as his father. As a result, the father and son spoke less and less.

The father has always forced the little hunter to work hard to learn spells, no matter in the morning, noon or evening, or in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Since spells often have backlash, the little hunter always has various injuries on his body, and sometimes he even suffers from headaches.

I just want to die.

Since he has no fixed place to live and has spent all his time learning spells, the little hunter cannot study. All his lessons are taught by his father himself.

Under his father's strict supervision and instruction, the hunter memorized the boring spells very well and was able to use them with ease. However, he did not feel the slightest happiness from this.

Sometimes when my father looked at the hunter, there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but more often than not, he felt helpless.
Chapter completed!