Chapter 1114 Beast World (13)

  The little elf cried loudly and loudly.

  The wolves were still enjoying the delicious food outside the bushes, everyone was startled, and they all stopped and looked sideways.

   Following the sound, he looked towards the bushes.

  There, the silver wolf stood, with its tail hanging between its hind legs, and the pure white of the silver tail seemed to move.

  It lowered its eyelids without any reaction, its pointed and slender white fungus stood up, and its moonlight-like fluff was extremely beautiful and soft, just like the best cotton wool.

  The little girl's cry was loud and clear, it turned its head, and its cold eyes swept across the pack of wolves.

   Didn't say anything, didn't send any instructions.

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

   Eat meat with big mouthfuls, chew and tear, for fear that I will miss a bite.

   When they were excited to eat, some wolves even let out excited snorting sounds.

   Until their belly is plump, they are still not satisfied and insist on swallowing the rest of the meat.

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

   There are two wild boars left, and they will be brought back to feed the female wolf waiting at home.

  The wolves were full and looked up.

   It turned out that the leader who was standing in front of the bush just now was gone, and the crying behind the bush seemed to be a little quieter.

   Hiccupping and crying, it seems that he is still talking milkily.

  Wolves have always had good hearing and can hear voices behind the bushes.

  The wolves looked at each other, and tacitly dragged back the two big fat pigs that had fallen to the ground.

  The remaining five wolves were in place, waiting for the leader.

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

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

   An extremely beautiful silver hair, majestic and indifferent eyes.

  Its faint gaze seemed to fall on her bleeding wound, the cold and hazy wolf pupils were high and low, quietly, and it didn't know what it was thinking.

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

   Tears were mixed with mud, and the clear green pupils were filled with tears.

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

  Silver Wolf's ears seemed to move a bit, but there was still no emotional change.

  The little girl cried, and it was like an indifferent bystander, indifferent.

  Too cold-blooded, without emotion.

  Finally, she was still tired from crying, so her voice gradually became quieter.

  From wailing to soft sobbing, while wiping tears from dirty hands, while lowering his head, he slowly pulled out the stone stuck in his flesh.

   In an instant, more blood flowed.

  The little elf who was forced to be independent, with a red nose, was crying and hiccupping, while holding on to the branches on the bushes, and slowly stood up.

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

  It is equivalent to a small crutch to help her walk.

  The elf grabbed the cane, and was about to walk with thin arms and legs.

  As a result, the silver wolf who had been standing still and watching coldly just now grabbed the back of her neck.

   Treated her like a little wolf cub, and picked her up directly.

   ".???"

  The little girl was suspended in mid-air, her soft face was extremely dazed.

  (end of this chapter)