The old yellow wolf shook his head: "It seems that we went to the wrong place and should not come here."

Saying that, it took the rest of the wolves and turned away.

The little yellow wolf turned around hesitantly and looked at Ye Juefeng. ,

It said: "Among the wolves, there is no black and white like you. Black is a demon, white is a god, but you..."

The little yellow wolf hesitated to speak.

It didn't continue talking, and followed the figure of its parents, jumped into the grass and disappeared.

Ye Juefeng caught up with the first two steps: "I'm not unlucky, I haven't heard of this legend!"

"Come back, the hills to the south have beautiful scenery, which will allow you to thrive!"

However, the wolves walked away without looking back.

Ye Juefeng still had a childish voice, shouting: "Aren't you really going to take a look?"

In the end, the figures of the wolves disappeared into the depths of the dense forest and were out of sight.

The little guy lowered his head, and there was silence and loneliness in his copper-yellow wolf pupils.

He murmured, "I'm not the wolf in the legend."

Ye Juefeng walked in the woods in a daze with his little wolf paws.

The color of the hair is not something he can choose.

Why since childhood, everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw his ears of different colors.

Why are they afraid of him when they meet the same kind.

At this time, Ye Juefeng passed by the pond.

The little guy probed to observe the reflection in the water.

He had already grown a little bigger than when he was three years old.

It's just that the white ear and the white hair on the left arm stand out more.

Under the sunlight, he only has the appearance of a wolf, but he doesn't look like a wolf at all.

For some reason, Ye Juefeng thought of the ridicule of those bird demons again.

He doesn't have any demon power, and even his appearance is neither fish nor fowl.

When will he be able to catch up with the power of his father when he is like this?

He returned to the house in a low mood.

Bai Yi and his wife haven't woken up yet, except for the long blue sky and white clouds in the sky, no one knows what happened to the little guy.

Gu Nuoer came back from a trip.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but she always feels that her son has become more dull.

He started to walk in a direction where there were not many harsh words.

Gu Nuoer mentioned her discovery to Ye Siming several times.

Ye Siming also observed his son for several days.

In the end, the two felt that the son should be growing up gradually, so they began to have their own care.

In this way, another three years passed.

Ye Juefeng is already eight years old.

He was born into a handsome young boy.

The baby fat of childhood is gone, replaced by a clear jaw line.

Those thin eyes that were innocent and lovely before became deep and black, with no bottom to be seen.

He looks seven points like Ye Siming, with Gu Nuoer's gentleness in his brows.

So when Ye Juefeng was not smiling, although he looked cold, he was still a beautiful boy.

On this day, Ye Juefeng followed Jiang Shiji to the street.

Ye Juefeng's eldest aunt gave birth to a son this year.

He came to pick out some gifts for the younger brother he just met.

However, passing by a market entrance.

He suddenly heard someone crying, mixed with other people's teasing.

Ye Juefeng looked over with cold eyes, suddenly reined in the reins, changed lanes, and ran looking for the sound.

"That's why my mother always said that when you marry a wife, you should marry a virtuous one, not a beautiful one..." Jiang Shiji was still chattering in front, shaking his head.

Suddenly he turned his head and saw Ye Juefeng going in another direction.

He hurriedly rode his horse to follow: "Brother Feng, wait for me!"

Ye Juefeng followed the sound to find the place.

He looked around and saw a group of people laughing around an old woman.

There is a sign on the old woman: Selling one's body to bury one's body.

Everyone laughed at her—

"Sell yourself at an old age, who wants it?"

"That's right, and the people lying there are pretending to be dead, right? Let me kick it and see."

The old woman was humiliated and burst into tears. She hugged the foot kicked by the man and begged: "Please raise your hands high."

"My son is a wandering businessman, doing some small business, but was intercepted and killed by snitches when he passed the mountain road."

"The family's money was lost to those goods shopkeepers, and they are already destitute. Now the old woman, I have no other skills, I just want to bury my son well."

"I implore everyone, please be merciful, I kowtow to you." She cried, her gray hair fluttering in the wind.