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Chapter 1967 Hunter

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    ?The yellow sand that can't be seen at a glance seems to extend to the sky, and the moonlight pours down through the clouds, dyeing the grains of sand with a layer of cool brilliance.  ( ) A poisonous scorpion lurks behind the sand dunes, like a hunter waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the prey to come to the door.

    At this moment, a black shadow moved quickly towards the sand dunes.  With just a flash, it was hidden in the shadow of the sand dunes, blending with the entire desert.

    The poisonous scorpion smelled the food, and the scorpion needle on the tail was raised, then it got out of the sand nest, swished to the shadow of the sand dune, and the scorpion needle stabbed down suddenly.  A big hand suddenly stretched out in the darkness, as if from hell, silent, abrupt, small but fast as lightning, grabbed the poisonous scorpion.

    The poisonous scorpion knew that it had encountered a powerful enemy, and was struggling vigorously. The poisonous needle on its tail was looking for an angle, and wanted to give the enemy a fatal blow.  But it met a real hunter, its tail broke off suddenly, and it was thrown into a dark hole full of mucus, and then its body was chewed to pieces by two rows of white teeth, and finally swallowed.  in stomach.  Then a black muzzle protruded from the sand dunes. Behind the night vision sniper scope, there were a pair of cold and calm eyes that made people tremble.

    Yang Luo's figure was running fast in the desert, and suddenly came to an emergency stop.  Due to the speed of running, coupled with inertia, his feet sank deeply into the sand.

    Yang Luo looked at the dots of yellow sand under his feet and frowned, then raised his head and looked into the distance. The night and the desert merged together. Even the cold moonlight could not separate the blackness of the night from the yellowness of the sand.  Somewhat redundant.  At this moment, a gust of wind blew past, making the already extremely cold desert night even more chilly.  From Yang Luo's position, one could clearly see that the yellow sand in the distance was blown up by the strong wind, and it was constantly twisting and changing, forming an indescribable beauty and weirdness.  It seems to be warning the creatures who trespass here, this is my territory, you better be careful.

    Yang Luo's breathing slowly became long and slow, his deep eyes looked at the sand dune not far away, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a beautiful arc, and he whispered softly: "If it's really you, I don't mind  Let me share with you the humor that belongs to the desert."

    Time passed bit by bit, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that even the sound of sand rolling slowly under the agitation of the wind could be heard clearly.  It was so quiet that even the silvery full moon above the head and the stars shining like gems all over the sky seemed lonely.

    Yang Luo still stood there without moving, darkness enveloped the whole land, under the vast sky, in this vast and boundless desert, Yang Luo just stood there quietly, another gust of wind curled the yellow sand on his body  skip.  800 Soon the gust of wind dissipated between the sky and the earth, and the rolled up yellow sand scattered one after another.  It landed on Yang Luo's head, face, and body.  It seems that he has been standing there since ancient times. After thousands of years of wind and rain erosion, and the changes of vicissitudes of life, he still stands there and stands tall.

    Behind the sand dune, the hunter hiding in the shadows, his eyes are still cold and calm, and the cross in the sniper scope has already locked the prey standing motionless in the desert.  But for some reason, the steady and thick finger that held the trigger did not depress it.

    At this moment, Yang Luo suddenly laughed, and the hunter pulled the trigger without hesitation.

    "boom!"

    A dull gunshot broke the deathly silence, and a smile appeared on the hunter's face, but when he looked through the sniper scope, the smile froze on his face because the prey was gone.  Then the body jumped up suddenly, rolled down the sand dune, then bent over like a cheetah and jumped towards another sand dune in the distance, blinking and disappearing into the night.

    This dune is twice as big as the one just now, but this big dune did not give the hunter hidden in the shadows a sense of security, but made him feel uneasy.  As time went by, professional sensitivity told him that it was not safe here, so leave quickly.

    The hunter obeyed the warning in his heart, and slowly retreated at the top of the dune, like a gerbil looking for food, without making a sound.  When he was about to climb to the bottom of the sand dunes, his slowly wriggling body stopped moving, and the pores all over his body suddenly opened, and cold sweat burst out of the hair follicles in an instant.  Suddenly his ankle was grabbed by a powerful big hand, and a powerful force surged and pulled him down.  Then his body was pressed under him, and he felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind his head. Without any hesitation, his upper body swung desperately to one side.

    "Pfft!"

    A gleaming dagger left a deep bloodstain on his face and pierced into the sand. The hunter let out a low growl, put his hands on the ground and jumped up with all his strength, pressing the ground on him.  The person on him was thrown out.  ?, that not strong body actually gave him a very aggressive and oppressive masculine charm.  At the same time, on Yang Yang's face, there is a kind of plainness and calmness accumulated from the battlefield.  But in the calmness on the surface, his eyes, his skin, his head, and every cell in his body contained a hidden and terrifying fighting flame.  Like a powder keg full of gunpowder, a terrifying energy burst out at any time, blowing him to pieces.

    The hunter's face as hard as steel twitched, "You won!"

    Yang Luo walked over, picked up the sniper rifle, and then raised the Type 92 pistol in front of the hunter, with a mischievous smile like a child on his face.

    "Stupid, this gun has no bullets." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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