"I'm not mistaken! That white wolf...is he worshiping the goddess stick?" Guo De rubbed his eyes, feeling incredible. Although Lian Youyou is a magic stick, she has never seen this kind of wolf worshiping people.

Everyone couldn't help but stepped forward and stretched their necks to look around curiously.

In the mountain wind, Lian Youyou raised her face, her brow hair fluttered, and she let out a long and long sigh. In the end, she was the one who made this shit, no matter how bad it was, she had to clean it up by herself.

She frowned, turned her face sideways, thought for a moment, looked at Yuchifeng in the distance, and shouted: "General Yuchi—I'll talk to this she-wolf—then I'll hand him over to you—don't come here—"

Yu Chifeng was taken aback, what's the matter? People... can talk to wolves?

"What kind of mystery is this magic stick playing?! Let me go and see!" The violent Guo Gang wanted to step forward with a knife. But Yu Chifeng stretched out his hand to stop him. Guo Gang looked at Yu Chifeng suspiciously: "General! You still believe in that magic stick!"

Yu Chifeng looked calm: "Let's see, I've been watching for so long, I don't care for a little longer, I will stop you from forgetting. Besides, the big guy is still there, the weirdo can't run away."

Yuchi Feng's face darkened, what is the origin of this Lian Youyou? Sometimes shrewd, sometimes crazy, sometimes talkative, weird and weird, completely unable to see her way.

Lian Youyou signaled He Shiqi to get out of the way, but He Shiqi was disobedient at this time, looking warily at Lin Tingjun behind Lian Youyou: "I won't let him! I won't let him here!"

Lian Youyou looked at Lin Tingjun again, and Lin Tingjun raised his sword and stepped on the white-haired weirdo. Seeing Lian Youyou looking at him, he rolled his eyes and turned his face, but his thin face was reddish.

"Hey, I'm too lazy to say, can you take your feet away?" Lian Youyou said.

Lin Tingjun slowly folded his arms around his chest, his handsome face turned sideways, but he didn't let go of his feet.

Lian leisurely stepped forward, raised her face, tiptoed, and continued to stare at Lin Tingjun.

Lin Tingjun's eyebrows began to frown, and under Lian Youyou's stare, his heart beat faster involuntarily. A look of boredom appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his hands, "Wow!" With a sound, he flicked his clothes and took them back. With his long legs, he turned his back to Lian Youyou, without saying a word, leaving only his black hair swaying in the wind in front of Lian Youyou.

Seeing Lin Tingjun retracting his feet, the white-haired weirdo was about to jump up and attack. Suddenly, the white wolf jumped out at the same time and roared: "Oh!"

Hearing all this, Lin Tingjun also turned around immediately, the sword was already in front of Lian Youyou, but he saw the white-haired strange man stopped his hands amidst the roar of the white wolf, and was slowly retreating, squatting among the flowers In the middle, the white hair was scattered all over the face, and the blood-stained hair fluttered in the wind, giving birth to pity in the silence.

Lian Youyou looked at the sword guarding her body, smiled, pushed Lin Tingjun's sword away again, and walked towards the white wolf.

He Shiqi backed away in peace of mind, but still looked at Lin Tingjun from time to time, as if to prevent him from hurting the white wolf.

Lin Tingjun retracted his sword and stared coldly at the white-haired strange man, and the white-haired strange man also raised his face from his messy hair and stared at Lin Tingjun fiercely. Between the snow-white hair were a pair of snow-white eyes, indeed like a demon.

The white wolf crouched down in front of Lian Youyou again, Lian Youyou squatted down, reached out and stroked the white wolf's head: "You have tried your best, he is still a human being, he is now an adult, it's time to go down the mountain."

"Woo~~~~" the white wolf whimpered.

Lian Youyou caressed and caressed, nodded and sighed: "I know, I know..."

"Oh~~~" He Shiqi stood beside him and opened his round eyes in amazement, "Master can speak wolf...Master is so good..." He Shiqi clapped his hands lightly.

Lin Tingjun glanced at Lian Youyou and the white wolf. Judging from the situation, it seemed that they were communicating.

"Xue Niang is afraid that the wolf will go down the mountain and be bullied..." Suddenly, the white wolf spoke!

Immediately, He Shiqi and Lin Tingjun stood in place like thunder.

This white wolf is actually a demon!

Of course, He Shiqi doesn't know demons, what he's thinking is that wolves can speak human language!

Lin Tingjun came back to his senses suddenly, put his thumb into the scabbard, and was about to draw the sword to kill the demon. Suddenly, Lian Youyou, who was squatting in front of the white wolf, raised her backhand, and slowly clenched her fingers, leaving only one index finger pointing backwards at Lin Tingjun's sword-drawn hand, and then swayed left and right.

Lin Tingjun frowned slightly, although he wanted to punish the evil in his heart, he involuntarily let go of the blood sword.

Lian Youyou withdrew her fingers and looked at Bai Lang gently: "Did you see that General Yuchi over there?"

The white wolf turned his head and looked at Yuchifeng.

Yu Chifeng saw the she wolf looking at him, although it was far away, but he felt an inexplicable spirituality from the she wolf's eyes.

The white wolf turned his face back and nodded.

Lian Youyou saw the white wolf nodding, and then said: "He is General Yuchifeng who guards the city of Qinzhou. Great general! The pillar of the country, benefiting one side, what do you think?"

Bai Lang opened his eyes, full of gratitude.

Lian Youyou casually picked a white flower on the ground: "I'm going to treat your son's eyes now. After he recovers, his eyes will be able to see, and they won't be white anymore."

Tears welled up in the white wolf's green eyes.

Lian Youyou turned around and walked towards the white-haired boy who was still staring fiercely at Lin Tingjun. Seeing her approaching, the white-haired boy immediately turned around and tensed his body into alert, ready to ambush.

"Wolf!" The white wolf shouted, and the white-haired boy became obedient again.

The white wolf still had his legs on the ground, following Lian Youyou as if he was kneeling, his respect was indescribable.

The white-haired boy was confused when he saw the white wolf like this. He raised his face and began to look at Lian Youyou. Although he couldn't see everything in his white eyes, the breath of Lian Youyou entered his nostrils. The smell was lighter than the flowers in the mountains, but it smelled so good that he couldn't help but lift his nose up to Lian Youyou's skirt.

"Oh!" the white wolf roared immediately.

The white-haired boy hurried back to his original position.

Lian Youyou looked at White Wolf with a smile: "No problem, let him lie down."

The white wolf nodded and looked at the white-haired boy: "Woo~~~"

The white-haired boy trembled, and slowly, suspiciously, he lay down among the flowers.

Lian Youyou squatted down, and lightly placed her fingers in front of the white-haired boy. The white-haired boy immediately bared his teeth: "Woo!"

"Hush..." A gentle hiss made the white-haired boy stunned, his snow-white eyes stared blankly at Lian Youyou's slowly falling face between the white hair.

"Don't be afraid... my sister will heal your eyes, and you will be able to see flowers, birds, and your mother..."

The white-haired boy gradually calmed down in Lian Youyou's soft voice, making him feel as if he had returned to spring, being gently blown by the soft spring breeze across his face and hair. That feeling is what he loves and misses the most.

Lian Youyou's hand slowly landed on the messy hair of the white-haired boy's face, and gently brushed away the hair that covered his face with her fingertips. The cool touch touched the white-haired boy's heart, like a cool breath. The icy water dripped into his heart, dispelling the fear and tension in his heart, and gradually condensed into a lake of heart as calm as a mirror, bringing a warm feeling of spring.