Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The elf cried loudly.

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

Following the sound, he looked toward the bushes.

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

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

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

Nothing was said, no instructions were issued.

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 they 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 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 were five wolves left, waiting for the leader.

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

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

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

Its faint gaze seemed to fall on her bleeding wound, its cold and dizzy 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 the 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.

The cry turned into a quiet sob. While wiping the 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 on the bush and slowly stood up.

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

It was like a small crutch to help her walk.

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

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

Treating her like a wolf cub, he picked her up directly.

".???"

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