Chapter 1114 Beast World (13)

The elf cried loudly and loudly.

The wolves outside the bush were still enjoying the delicious food. They were all startled and stopped to look sideways.

Following the sound, I looked toward the bushes.

There, the silver wolf stood, its tail hanging between its hind limbs, and the pure white streak between its silver tail seemed to move.

It lowered its eyelids and showed no reaction, its pointed and slender white fungus stood up, and its moonlike fur was extremely beautiful and soft, like fine cotton velvet.

The little girl's cry was loud and clear. It turned back and its cold wolf eyes swept across the pack of wolves.

Nothing was said, no instructions were given.

But the wolves quickly lowered their heads again, as if they didn't see it, and began to eat silently.

He ate the meat in big mouthfuls, chewing and tearing it, for fear that he would miss a bite.

When they are excited about eating, some wolves even make excited huffing and puffing sounds.

They were not satisfied until their bellies were round, and insisted on swallowing the remaining meat.

Soon, the three antelopes were divided by them, and even the bones were licked clean.

There are two wild boars left, which are to be taken back to feed the female wolf waiting at home.

The wolves had eaten and drank enough and looked up.

It turned out that the leader who was standing in front of the bushes just now was no longer there, and the crying behind the bushes seemed to be quieter.

He was crying and burping, and seemed to be still talking.

Wolves have always had very good hearing and can hear sounds from behind bushes.

The wolves looked at each other, and then in tacit agreement, they dragged back the two big fat pigs that had fallen to the ground.

There are five wolves left in place, waiting for the leader.

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The silver wolf jumped over the tall bushes and appeared in front of the crying little girl.

The overly large body blocked all sunlight, and the entire shadow fell, covering the sad little girl.

She has extremely beautiful silver hair and a majestic and indifferent gaze.

Its faint gaze seemed to fall on her bleeding wound, its cold and hazy wolf eyes looked down, quietly, not knowing what it was thinking.

The little girl cried sadly, and her dirty little face was in a mess.

Tears were mixed with soil, and her clear green pupils were filled with tears.

They fell off one by one, as if to say that she was in great pain, so much that she was about to die.

Silver Wolf's ears seemed to move, but there was still no change in emotion.

When the little girl cries, it is like an indifferent bystander, indifferent.

Too cold-blooded and emotionless.

Finally, she was tired of crying, and her voice gradually became quieter.

From wailing to sobbing softly, while wiping tears from his dirty hands, he lowered his head and slowly pulled out the stone inserted into his flesh.

In an instant, more blood flowed.

The little elf who was forced to be independent had a red nose and hiccupped while holding on to the branches of the bush and slowly stood up.

The wound was covered under her skirt, and the tree next to her seemed to sense that she was injured, so it meekly dropped its cane and landed next to her.

It's like a small crutch to help her walk.

The elf grabbed the vine with thin arms and legs and was about to walk away.

As a result, the silver wolf, who had been watching indifferently just now, suddenly grabbed the back of her neck.

He treated her like a wolf cub and picked her up directly.

"......???"

The little girl was hanging in the air, her soft little face was extremely confused.
Chapter completed!