Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The six-year-old girl is a little taller, but compared to the huge wolf, it is still far from enough.

In the evening, she held flowers and ran happily into the cave with bare feet.

"Musel~I'm back~"

She was draped in the sunset, jumping up and down, and the light yellow skirt on her body was soft and warm.

She ran back barefoot and pounced on it.

As always, I want to throw myself into its soft silver fur, roll around in its arms, and be a clingy and dependent little cub.

However, the wolf that usually allowed her to run wild, for some unknown reason, raised his front paw and directly held her down.

She was not allowed to move, nor was she allowed to come closer.

He was so cold that he even stood up and left the mat without looking at her.

Leaving behind a cold figure, no strangers allowed in, alienated and indifferent.

"..." The little girl opened her slender arms and hugged him.

Her eyes followed it, confused.

"What's wrong? Mussel?"

"you are sick?"

The little girl was confused and unaware.

The silver wolf said nothing, lowered its tail, and left.

She was left standing alone in the cave, quietly watching its leaving figure, feeling slightly startled.

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When the silver wolf came down the hillside and appeared in the sight of the wolves, they all stood up at once.

Although I don’t know why the leader suddenly came out at this time, as soon as the leader comes out, it means that there is something to order.

So, they all gathered around without saying a word, waiting for it to give orders.

However, Mussel did not look at them, but slowly walked down the hillside.

The sunset is half-dark on the horizon, and half of the vast sky is warm and gorgeous sunset, and the other half is refreshing blue.

Dozens of colors intertwined together and turned into rays of light, falling on the silver wolf's strong and tall body.

It is huge, with slender limbs, erect ears, and soft silver hair on its body.

The silver hair seemed to turn into a transparent light color under the warm glow.

The white snow at the tail is hanging down, and the slightly upward arc is extremely pleasing to the eye and extremely beautiful.

The little girl who chased him out of the cave stood on a high place and watched it quietly.

When the silver wolf passed by one of the wolves, it stopped and glanced at it emotionlessly.

That look fell on its head, uncertain, as if it was about to raise its claws and slap it to death in the next second.

The wolf was tense and did not dare to speak.

On the contrary, the elf standing high up saw this scene, tilted his head slightly, blinked, and said nothing.

Soon, Silver Wolf withdrew his gaze and went down the hillside.

The figure disappeared into the forest, like a ghost, disappearing without a trace.

That layer of beautiful hair, also covered by the leaves, lost the warmth of the warm glow and returned to the coldness of the cold.

The light in the forest was dim, and it looked like it would be dark soon.

At this time, the leader suddenly walked in without saying anything, not knowing what he was going to do.

The remaining wolves looked at each other, unable to figure out what he was thinking.

Especially the wolf that was stared at just now felt uneasy, always feeling like he had done something to displease Mussel.

The elf stood high up and stared at the wolf.

After looking at it for two seconds, she muttered to herself.

"This behavior...isn't it jealous?"

However, she obviously didn't do anything.

She thought uncertainly.