Chapter 115: The Legend of Love! Heart Scale! (1/3, please subscribe)

Cross Town.

This is a small town near the [Beast Forest].

Because it is close to the [Beast Forest] and backed by an exceptionally superior natural environment, the people here naturally became hunters.

Almost everyone in the town is a hunter; everyone grew up in nature and is very familiar with various hunting techniques.

A middle-aged man with stubble, wearing a hat similar to a western cowboy’s, walked on the street, wearing exquisite animal skin clothes.

The middle-aged man was in his early thirties; although he was a bit older, and wrinkles had inevitably appeared due to wind and sun, he looked a bit aged.

But it could still be seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young, and now he was a mature, handsome uncle.

He was on his way home.

The street vendors saw him and immediately showed a gentle expression, greeting him enthusiastically: "Isn't this Hank?"

"Any good prey recently? You must sell it to me."

Hank smiled and responded generously: "Easy to say, next time I’ll leave it to you, I keep my word."

Hank often met people on the road who greeted him, and he didn't necessarily know many of them.

But everyone knew him.

Because Hank was the most powerful hunter in this hunter town; any prey he brought out was never bad.

Hank was Menchi’s father.

After greeting people all the way, Hank finally arrived in front of a relatively large house and pushed the door open.

Creak—

Just as he entered the door, he saw his daughter rummaging for things everywhere, and his wife beside her looked helpless.

Hank took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack beside him, confused: "Daughter, what are you looking for?"

Menchi closed the wooden cabinet and went to the drawer on the other side to look for things, explaining:

"I’m looking for something with commemorative significance."

"I want to give it to someone."

Hank and his wife Mary looked at each other, both showing surprise; they didn't expect Menchi to want to give something to someone.

Mary came to Hank’s side, lowered her voice, and asked in an unclear tone: "Husband, you don't think Menchi is..."

Hank scratched his face and smiled bitterly: "Probably not, Menchi isn't even twenty yet."

Mary snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "I don't know who it was back then, following behind my butt since childhood."

"And saying since childhood that they wanted to marry me as their wife."

Hank’s face stiffened, and he laughed it off: "That was an accident, an accident."

At this time, Menchi turned to ask Hank: "Dad, what is the best gift you have ever received?"

She really couldn't think of what to give.

If it were just some ingredients or fruits, she felt it wasn't enough and had no meaning.

Hank crossed his arms, thought for a moment, pointed to his wrist, and said firmly: "That would naturally be this string of teeth bones your mom gave me."

A string of neat teeth was tied to Hank’s left wrist; it was unknown what animal’s teeth they were, as warm as jade.

Menchi’s eyes lit up; this was the gift she wanted, and she decided she would give this.

"Dad, what animal’s teeth are these? I also want to get some of these teeth."

She planned to go hunting herself.

Hank just wanted to speak, but was pulled by Mary beside him.

Mary looked at the excited Menchi, sighed, and explained softly: "Menchi, this thing cannot be given casually."

"This thing, you can only give it to one person; that person must be the one you like and want to be with for the rest of your life."

There is such a tradition in Cross Town.

If a woman wants to confess her feelings, she will go to hunt the Doline Pig in the [Beast Forest], take its teeth, and make them into a bone string.

If the man accepts this bone string, it means he is willing to form a pair with the woman.

It is precisely because of this that the bone string can only be given to one person.

Correspondingly, after the man accepts the bone string, he must also give the woman something, but this type of thing is not forced.

In other words, this bone string is a token of love.

Menchi pouted and carefully recalled her experiences with Luo Ge during this time.

Luo Ge is very powerful; no matter what happens, he can solve it easily.

Luo Ge is also very good at cooking; she likes the meals Luo Ge makes very much.

Luo Ge is also very thoughtful and kind; she feels very comfortable getting along with Luo Ge...

Well, she does want to stay with Luo Ge forever, so she can always eat delicious food and be happy forever.

Menchi nodded heavily, a sincere expression appearing on her slightly immature face, and she said firmly:

"That’s right."

"I do want to stay by his side forever."

Mary’s mouth opened slightly, wanting to say something else, but this time she was stopped by Hank.

Hank shook his head and turned to Menchi, saying softly: "Daughter, are you sure?"

"If you make this decision, then you must execute it firmly."

"I’m sure!"

Menchi had never felt so firm about anything before.

"Good, then I will teach you how to hunt the Doline Pig."

Hank nodded with satisfaction and handed the bow and arrow hanging beside him to Menchi.

As a father, what he had to do was to believe in his child’s choice and help her.

Mary also stopped blocking her and encouraged: "Menchi, you must work hard."

Menchi put on her equipment and said firmly: "I will definitely succeed."

Luo Ge and the others would only stay for another week; she had to make the bone string within the next week.

The night was boundless.

The forest at night always gives people a feeling of loneliness, and it seems like some man-eating beasts are lurking, making it easy to feel fear.

Clear moonlight poured onto the lawn and also fell on a Doline Pig.

The Doline Pig is a wild boar of moderate size; its fur is pink, and it has heart-shaped patterns on its body.

Therefore, the Doline Pig has become a legend in Cross Town and is a symbol of love.

However, the Doline Pig has a grumpy temper and considerable strength, so it is not easy to capture and carries certain risks.

So most people will use long-term experience and use techniques to hunt the Doline Pig.

The limbs of the Doline Pig are relatively short, and because they are relatively lazy, their leg muscles lack strength.

As long as the battle time is prolonged, the Doline Pig will collapse to the ground due to exhaustion, leaving it at the mercy of others.

Hank and Menchi hid in the grass, only revealing two pairs of eyes staring at the lonely Doline Pig on the field.

Hank pressed down his hat and glanced at the moon in the sky.

Quite satisfied.

The moonlight is bright tonight, which is also helpful for Menchi’s actions; if the light were dim, it would easily affect vision.

Even better, this Doline Pig is alone, which is also easy to deal with.

Hank said softly: "Menchi, are you ready?"

Menchi held the bow and arrow, half-squatted, her exquisite eyes full of determination, and nodded slightly.

A look of gratification appeared in Hank’s eyes; he patted Menchi on the shoulder and said: "Then go."

"I will watch from the side; if you are in danger, I will take action to save you."

This process can only be done by the person involved; otherwise, it would destroy this sacred symbol.

Hank had done his best by reaching this point.

Then Hank went to the grass on the other side, letting Menchi play freely.

Only the Doline Pig remained on the field, along with Menchi, who was in the dark.

Menchi took a deep breath, her fair hands tightly gripping the bow and arrow; only this could give her a sense of security.

In fact, she had been back and forth in this forest and was already familiar with it, but today’s purpose was different, causing some emotional fluctuations.

She became nervous subconsciously.

Closing her eyes, Menchi began to recall the days living with Luo Ge and the others; various laughter filled her mind.

She wanted to stay with Luo Ge and everyone!

The next moment, Menchi opened her eyes, a flash of brilliance crossing her lively eyes, and a breeze brushed her hair.

Suddenly, Menchi jumped out of the grass, pulled the bow and arrow to the full in mid-air, and accurately aimed at the Doline Pig’s left front leg.

Swish—

The sharp arrow tip cut through the air, and in an instant, the arrowhead went deep into the leg, firmly embedded inside.

"Roar!"

The Doline Pig roared in pain, its eyes turning blood-red, becoming a crazed beast, and the heart patterns on its body also became distorted.