Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1114 Beast World (13)

The little elf cried loudly and loudly.

The pack of wolves were still enjoying delicious food outside the bushes, everyone was startled and stopped to look sideways.

Following the sound, he looked towards the bushes.

There, the silver wolf stood, its tail hanging between its hind legs, and the pure whiteness between 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, like fine cotton wool.

The little girl's cry was loud and clear, and when it turned its head, its icy wolf eyes swept over the pack of wolves.

Nothing was said, no order was given.

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

He ate the meat with big mouthfuls, chewed, and tore, for fear that he would miss a bite.

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

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

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

There were two wild boars left, and they were to 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 no longer there, and the crying behind the bush seemed to be quieter.

He was hiccupping and seemed to be 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 the two big fat pigs back on the ground.

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

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

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

She has extremely beautiful silver hair, majestic and indifferent eyes.

Its faint gaze seemed to fall on her bleeding wound, and its cold and hazy wolf pupils looked down, quietly, without knowing 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.

When the little girl cried, it was like an indifferent bystander, indifferent.

Too cold-blooded and without emotion.

In the end, she was still tired from crying, and her voice gradually became quieter.

From crying loudly to sobbing softly, 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 of the bushes, he slowly stood up.

The wound was covered under the skirt, and the tree next to her seemed to sense that she was hurt, 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.

Treating her like a little wolf cub, he immediately picked her up.

".???"

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

(End of this chapter)