American Legendary Life

"Hold your gun, extend your arms..."

"Yes, that's it."

Li Zitao whispered Yi Xi's gun position. Because of the length of his arms, he had to hold the gun handle under his arm to ensure stability.

Seeing that he had stabilized his gun, Li Zitao allowed him to put his finger into the trigger. "Be careful, now...you have mastered its destiny."

"If it is accurate, today, you will hunt the first prey in your life." Just after Li Zitao's words, the gunshots had already sounded.

The sound of gunshots echoed through the forest, and the stag suddenly raised his front hooves, and the head with antlers screamed with fear and screamed.

Then his proud head fell heavily on the ground, and with a few heavy gasps, the forest was quiet again.

"It's a good shot." Li Zitao smiled, rubbing his head.

Celia was more concerned about his situation and said with some concern: "Do you think it's okay?"

Issi put the gun handle on the ground and said uncertainly: "Yes~ I don't know!"

Shooting is simpler than he thought, but when the bullet hit the prey, he was not as happy as he imagined, but he felt a sense of loss and hollowness in his heart.

Isi felt the fragility of life, and also realized what fate is.

This shocked him a lot, and the impact on him was long-term.

"Come on, kid." Li Zitao pulled the old man to the prey.

The instinct from motherhood can make Celia want to stop, but think of him as a boy, the previous performance, this era of weak meat and strong food.

Celia restrained the protective desire and caution from the motherhood, and quickly followed.

"What's next?" Crouching in front of the swallowing stag, Isis asked with some uncertainty: "Do you want to stick blood to your face like a tribe, leaving a mark?"

"Why did you ask that?" Li Zitao asked.

"Why do you think so?" Celia said nervously.

Isis looked up suspiciously and said, "I saw it on TV, didn't it?"

Li Zitao glanced at Celia first, and then reached agreement before saying: "If you want, we can certainly do so."

"But in fact it was a special ceremony held by a few tribes, which represented respect for the laws of life and nature, and used blood to celebrate courage and growth."

"How do you know this?" Isi asked curiously.

Li Zitao pointed to his head and said, "If you have read Indian-related record books, you will also understand these."

"You don't really want to put blood on his face?" Celia leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Li Zitao nodded in denial, and Isis also had her own decision: "Then do it!"

If this represents courage and growth, Isi feels the result he wants.

With **** on the stag’s wound, Li Zitao first slid two marks on his left cheek and then his right cheek.

Looking at the blood marks on his face, Celia's hands uncontrollably wanted to wipe him off.

But when she saw the confident smile on her face, Celia quietly retracted her raised hand and smiled brightly at him.

"It's a good harvest today. Let's go." Li Zitao held the stag's body on his shoulders and planned to find a place to dispose of it.

"Did you go back like this?" Isi looked unsatisfied, and it seemed that the blood brought him not only courage, but also impulse and greed.

Li Zitao took his hand and said, "To be content and grateful to be a man, today's gain is enough."

Pulling Isi with an ancient mark on his face, the three found a gentle meadow.

Li Zitao began to deal with the venison on hand, and left for a while, and took the deer head well and planned to take it back to fill and dry it, and hung it in the manor for commemoration.

After all, this is the first prey in his life, and the future will be the capital and good memories he shows off.

"Do you have any plans to return to your country?" While roasting venison, Li Zitao looked at Isie, who was poking the ant's nest with a stick in the distance, and asked Celia's plans for the future by the way.

"I want to wait until he goes to middle school." Celia shook her head. "Always running around, it's not a good thing for Yisi's education and heart."

"Aren't you afraid of him becoming an old German?" Li Zitao said jokingly.

Celia said with a frown, "Even then, he is my son."

"It's mine too." Li Zitao said that he cut a piece of venison with a knife and threw it into his mouth.

The taste is just right, with the aroma of pine cones and green leaves, which just neutralizes the slight **** smell in the meat, making it more delicious.

"Try it, I think I have a talent for barbecue." Li Zitao cut a few pieces of meat, wrapped it in clean leaves and handed it to Celia.

"You should open a restaurant, the business will be very bleak." Celia took the leaves wrapped in venison and squinted into a beautiful meniscus after tasting.

"Why?" Seeing that she was still satisfied with the taste, Li Zitao was curious why he said so, and called Yixi in the distance.

"The annual deer hunting season is short enough to bankrupt you~www.readwn.com~ unless you want to sponsor the poacher's action."

Although Celia seldom hunts, her father Du Tanlong is an old hunter. When he was very young, he followed his grandfather to participate in the annual hunting day.

If this were not the case, she would not accept it so easily that her eight-year-old son would bring a rifle to the mountain to hunt prey.

"It's delicious. It's the best meat I've ever eaten." Isi gorged on the portion he had eaten, and turned his eyes to the stag that turned over on the campfire.

Even if the internal organs, neck and head are removed, it weighs about 300 kg.

Not to mention a few of them, even if you add bodyguards and entourage, don’t try to finish it, and wait for most of them to be packed and taken away.

And those internal organs, "You will have to bury it with me later."

"Can we live here tonight?" Yisi said while chewing on some big deer legs for him.

Usually his mother will not bring him to participate in such activities, most of the activities they participate in are only brunch, afternoon tea party, reading party or some boring dance party.

Brunch and afternoon tea, Isi like it very much, including the book club.

He can share many things with people at the book club, which is the rhythm of his favorite life.

But those dance parties are too boring for him, although his little tuxedo is very handsome, so that he can always become the most dazzling one at the party.

But the essence of the boring party can't be changed, if they can talk more about literature and art.

Instead of discussing there who is divorced, whose extramarital affair, who bought the brand new season, luxury car, beach house...

Isi may be more patient and listen to which lady they want to introduce to themselves.