(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 10 a.m.)

The White Wolf King's big palm stopped in the air, looked at the woman in front of him gloomyly, and slowly raised his palm, pinching the woman's slender neck.

"Yun, do you think I dare not kill you?"

The woman spit out a few vague words and quickly lowered her hands and feet, but Ying Baoyue was shocked after barely hearing what she said.

If she heard it correctly, the Western Rong words that this woman said were...

"Big...brother."

The White Wolf King is her brother?

She and the White Wolf King are brothers and sisters?!

Didn’t the man just said that this child is the son of this woman and the White Wolf King?

Ying Baoyue's mind was in chaos. At this moment, pain suddenly came from the corner of her mouth. Ying Baoyue looked closely and found that the child who was crawling on the ground suddenly jumped up and bit the back of the White Wolf King's hand hard.

Blood was oozing from the corner of the child's mouth, but the White Wolf King did not let go. He squatted on the ground without moving, looking at the boy who was weak but still refused to let go, and a smile suddenly flashed in his green eyes.

He let go of the woman's neck and shook his hand hard. The child flew out like a stone, hitting the tent wall and sliding down, but he still had a piece of flesh on the back of the White Wolf King's hand in his mouth.

The child raised his head and looked at the White Wolf King fiercely, his throat moved, and he swallowed the piece of meat.

The smell of blood came, Ying Baoyue suddenly covered her mouth, feeling disgusted, but the man's laughter sounded from the tent.

"Yes, it's Chunyu's child."

The White Wolf King sat back on the throne, bleeding from the back of his hands, but smiling on his face.

"Okay, I will admit his identity." The White Wolf King's big palm stopped in the air, looked at the woman in front of him gloomyly, slowly lifted his palm, and pinched the woman's slender neck.

"Yun, do you think I dare not kill you?"

The woman spit out a few vague words and quickly lowered her hands and feet, but Ying Baoyue was shocked after barely hearing what she said.

If she heard it correctly, the Western Rong words that this woman said were...

"Big...brother."

The White Wolf King is her brother?

She and the White Wolf King are brothers and sisters?!

Didn’t the man just said that this child is the son of this woman and the White Wolf King?

Ying Baoyue's mind was in chaos. At this moment, pain suddenly came from the corner of her mouth. Ying Baoyue looked closely and found that the child who was crawling on the ground suddenly jumped up and bit the back of the White Wolf King's hand hard.

Blood was oozing from the corner of the child's mouth, but the White Wolf King did not let go. He squatted on the ground without moving, looking at the boy who was weak but still refused to let go, and a smile suddenly flashed in his green eyes.

He let go of the woman's neck and shook his hand hard. The child flew out like a stone, hitting the tent wall and sliding down, but he still had a piece of flesh on the back of the White Wolf King's hand in his mouth.

The child raised his head and looked at the White Wolf King fiercely, his throat moved, and he swallowed the piece of meat.

The smell of blood came, Ying Baoyue suddenly covered her mouth, feeling disgusted, but the man's laughter sounded from the tent.

"Yes, it's Chunyu's child."

The White Wolf King sat back on the throne, bleeding from the back of his hands, but smiling on his face.

"Okay, I'll admit his identity."

The White Wolf King looked gloomyly at the man holding his pocket outside the tent.

"You should come back to me after wandering for five years, right?"

The man was silent and didn't say anything, but just looked at the woman on the ground.

The woman didn't look at him, and weakly got up from the ground, climbed to the child with her hands and feet, wiped the blood from the child's mouth and hugged him into her arms.

The man outside the tent knelt down. The White Wolf King's big palm stopped in the air, looked at the woman in front of him gloomyly, and slowly raised his palm, pinching the woman's slender neck.

"Yun, do you think I dare not kill you?"

The woman spit out a few vague words and quickly lowered her hands and feet, but Ying Baoyue was shocked after barely hearing what she said.

If she heard it correctly, the Western Rong words that this woman said were...

"Big...brother."

The White Wolf King is her brother?

She and the White Wolf King are brothers and sisters?!

Didn’t the man just said that this child is the son of this woman and the White Wolf King?

Ying Baoyue's mind was in chaos. At this moment, pain suddenly came from the corner of her mouth. Ying Baoyue looked closely and found that the child who was crawling on the ground suddenly jumped up and bit the back of the White Wolf King's hand hard.

Blood was oozing from the corner of the child's mouth, but the White Wolf King did not let go. He squatted on the ground without moving, looking at the boy who was weak but still refused to let go, and a smile suddenly flashed in his green eyes.

He let go of the woman's neck and shook his hand hard. The child flew out like a stone, hitting the tent wall and sliding down, but he still had a piece of flesh on the back of the White Wolf King's hand in his mouth.

The child raised his head and looked at the White Wolf King fiercely, his throat moved, and he swallowed the piece of meat.

The smell of blood came, Ying Baoyue suddenly covered her mouth, feeling disgusted, but the man's laughter sounded from the tent.

"Yes, it's Chunyu's child."

The White Wolf King sat back on the throne, bleeding from the back of his hands, but smiling on his face.

"Okay, I'll admit his identity."

The White Wolf King looked gloomyly at the man holding his pocket outside the tent.

"You should come back to me after wandering for five years, right?"

The man was silent and didn't say anything, but just looked at the woman on the ground.

The woman didn't look at him, and weakly got up from the ground, climbed to the child with her hands and feet, wiped the blood from the child's mouth and hugged him into her arms.

The man outside the tent knelt down.

"Please give him a name."

The White Wolf King narrowed his eyes and looked at the child curled up in his mother's arms.

"I remember, he was born at night?"

"Just call it Ye."

"Chunyu Ye."

Chunyu Ye.

Ying Baoyue looked at the mother and son hugging each other in the corner of the tent, and opened her eyes wide open.

From this day on, the child who grew up in the bag had a name.

But he didn't care about this.

The only thing he remembers at this moment was the warmth in his mother's arms.

This is the first time.

It's also the last time.

"Please give him a name."

The White Wolf King narrowed his eyes and looked at the child curled up in his mother's arms.

"I remember, he was born at night?"

"Just call it Ye."

"Chunyu Ye."

Chunyu Ye.

Ying Baoyue looked at the mother and son hugging each other in the corner of the tent, and opened her eyes wide open.

From this day on, the child who grew up in the bag had a name.

But he didn't care about this.

The only thing he remembers at this moment was the warmth in his mother's arms.

This is the first time.

It's also the last time.

The White Wolf King looked gloomyly at the man holding his pocket outside the tent.

"You should come back to me after wandering for five years, right?"

The man was silent and didn't say anything, but just looked at the woman on the ground.

The woman didn't look at him, and weakly got up from the ground, climbed to the child with her hands and feet, wiped the blood from the child's mouth and hugged him into her arms.

The man outside the tent knelt down.

"Please give him a name."

The White Wolf King narrowed his eyes and looked at the child curled up in his mother's arms.

"I remember, he was born at night?"

"Just call it Ye."

"Chunyu Ye."

Chunyu Ye.

Ying Baoyue looked at the mother and son hugging each other in the corner of the tent, and opened her eyes wide open.

From this day on, the child who grew up in the bag had a name.

But he didn't care about this.

The only thing he remembers at this moment was the warmth in his mother's arms.

This is the first time.
Chapter completed!