Aura Hunter

The top of the hunter, one silhouette with its head held high, walking like an enclave in the middle of the avenue leading to the top of the mountain.

All the pedestrians who pass by him, whether they are the auxiliary staff of the hunting group or the active hunters of the hunting group, will all be involuntarily attracted by the demeanor and aura of this silhouette, and then again It was an emotional color of shock and surprise.

His back is straight and strong, wearing a neat and standard hunter uniform, with short black hair neat and tidy combed to the sides, his handsome and angular facial features are stained with a few hints of middle-aged charm, And printed under a pair of eyebrows as sharp as a sword edge, are a pair of deep eyes that are full of brilliance.

Only through appearance and behavior, this man exudes a dignified and inviolable king temperament from all over his body, so that any pedestrian who meets his inadvertent eyes will immediately He turned his eyes away in panic.

However, the most striking thing is not the man's appearance and demeanor, but the aura wrapped and carried by a strong and shining Aura power, floating and following behind the man. "thing".

That is not an "object", but a "person".

He was wearing a lace jumpsuit that looked like a circus clown. The color of the fabric was originally gray and white, but now it was blackened by dried blood.

His consciousness is in a coma, all the skeletons on his face are collapsed and broken, his facial features are distorted like vortex, and his hands and feet have been chopped off a lot, leaving only He lowered his elbows and knees, wrapped in thick hemostatic bandages, as if he had been reduced to a cripple.

Faced with such a situation, passers-by with weaker psychological qualities could not help but stop and cover their mouths, their faces turning blue, while those with stronger psychological qualities twitched slightly at the corners of their eyes, and then secretly swallowed their saliva.

Obviously, this blood-stained clown must have suffered a cruel and ruthless crush and torment before.

And the person who caused all these results is the Aura hunter who now ignores the strange gazes of all passers-by and still leads the clown to the top of the mountain with the power of Aura calmly.

Staying blankly at the back of him walking away quickly, the pedestrians in all directions slowly came back to his senses, recalling the identity of the man who left.

A pair of eyes filled with astonishment and dazedness, then flashed with awe.

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The upper level of Hunter's Peak, the old clock tower.

This is an old building built on the highest point of the Spiral Mountain with a history of three thousand years. A spacious hall is connected to a towering clock tower.

At the same time, it is also the private residence of Quezer, the leader of the hunting group, for thousands of years.

In the ground floor hall of the old clock tower, dozens of rows of bookshelves are dotted on both sides of the hall carpet, silently spreading the antique color and the fragrance of books.

In the center of the hall is a large tea table with exquisite workmanship and gorgeous textures.

At this moment, there are seven silhouettes of different shapes sitting in front of the seats at different table edges.

One of them, sitting at the foot of the table by the window, is a young man in a red jacket.

His appearance is slightly immature, but a conspicuous scar branded on the side of the scalp can tell that this young man has an extraordinary experience.

The young man in the coat lowered his head, letting the sunlight through the stained window beat on his cheeks, and under the short black hair that had not been carefully groomed was a pair of bushy With straight eyebrows and a pair of slightly closed eyes, the whole person is silent, breathing is steady, as if he is closing his eyes and resting.

"..."

He is the eighth seat, whose name is Hesheng.

And sitting next to He Sheng was another young man wearing a black vest.

His face is relatively square, his cheekbones are obvious, his neck is thick and thick, his facial features are born with a ferocious arrogance, and his two exposed arms are crowded with knotted muscles and hideous faces. The scars are filled with an experienced sense of majestic power, as if the steel can be squished with a little force.

Compared to He Sheng, who was taking a quiet nap, the expression of the man in the vest is full of boredom and dullness. His slovenly pale-yellow spiky head is constantly rising and falling with the swaying seat, and his narrow eyes Diverging towards the old stone ceiling for a long time, the lower lips finally complained softly.

"Ai, this comfortable life is so boring... my body is going to rust... Come on some powerful abyss species Let me play it..."

He was the seventh seat, and his name was Vanato.

On the other side of the tea table, near the bookshelf, is a young woman wearing a simple shirt and a waist skirt.

Her face is delicate and beautiful, her long deep blue hair is tied into a ponytail and fits softly on the back of her neck, and her calm eyes are sheltered by a pair of clear circular lenses. , the two arms are leaning on the surface of the stone tea table, and the white palm is holding a thick classical book.

The eyes kept flashing back and forth, and the fingertips kept flipping the pages of the book. This plainly dressed woman seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world, just immersing herself in the book attentively. In the world of , the whole body revealed a quiet and elegant temperament.

Swish, swish, swish.

She is the sixth seat and her name is Evelyn.

Sitting at the corner of the tea table, the one who kept the furthest distance from everyone was a young man in a luxurious vest.

His face and cheeks are clean and tidy, there is no excess stubble or hair, the shiny back of his head is faintly scattered with bright orange tones, and a strong perfume is exuded all over his body. Smell, pure white gloves are holding a burning pipe.

"Ha..."

The lips took a deep sip of this ancient antique, and the mellow tobacco flavor suddenly filled the whole mouth, The man dressed like a noble then opened his mouth and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, his face full of comfort and enjoyment.

He is the fifth seat and his name is Feng.

And another young woman among the crowd at the tea table is now leaning on Kang Lian's side.

Although her facial features are as beautiful as a doll, she has light purple wavy hair, and wears a backless dress that highlights her chic figure, but the lying silkworms under her eyelids are very conspicuous, looking like Like the dark circles that are often accumulated in the eyes, it will inevitably make the smile on her face a little more haggard.

"Xiao Fulian, what book are you reading?"

The woman knelt on the tea chair and leaned on Kang Lian's shoulder, asking with a smile on her face At the same time, the slender and clean hands and ten fingers slowly moved towards Evelyn's chest and waist, as if they were intending.

She is the fourth seat, named Sophie Lanie.