Hunting Heart Little Mengxian: Rebirth and Raising a Wolf

Chapter 15 The Boy Fights the Snow Wolf

When the difference in strength between you and your rival is too great, perhaps your only chance of winning lies in whether you can pinpoint the opponent's most fatal weakness in the shortest possible time.

At the same time, it also depends on whether you can make good use of the most handy weapon to deal the most critical and thorough blow to the enemy.

However, there is a saying: If your compassion is reserved for the enemy to be merciful; in the end, what you get in return can only be the enemy's defensive counterattack and extermination of you.

Because, often, opportunities like "fatal blows" are mostly only once in reality.

Once you miss it, it will give the enemy a chance to counterattack; then, the next turn, the one who dies is likely to be you.

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Although the wolves are generally greedy beasts that are extremely restless and angry, cunning and vicious; however, they are also an organized fighting group that pays more attention to discipline and strategy.

To capture a thief, first capture the king, to kill a wolf, the first to kill the wolf.It seems that, at first glance, the principles related to the two should be generally the same.

However, in reality, in most wolf packs, even if the "lead wolf" dies, the wolves will "elect" the next "leader" soon after. Come.

At this moment, the new "Head Wolf" selected by "Fate" has already stood at the forefront of the three teams.

The three of them were all staring at the young man who had stood up from the pool of blood of their former leader who had just died in battle.

He was holding the dagger that was still dripping with wolf blood in his hand, his face was pale with a faint bluish red.

The remaining [-] or so snow wolves are distributed in different positions close, middle and far away from the boy.All of them are vicious.

The youth at this time was no less impressive, standing upright. His whole body was splattered with the blood of those snow wolves from before. The blood trickled down from his left wrist and dripped down from the tip of the dagger he held tightly in his palm. On the snow at his side.

It seemed that he had completely changed himself. It seemed that during this period of fierce fighting with the snow wolves, he almost completely lost the dying sickness and deadness in the cave.

The jet-black pupils reflected the fearful and vigilant figures of the remaining snow wolves on the opposite side.

The kingly aura of the "wolf boy" from the inside out seems to be a bit colder and harsher than the cold winter wind in the mountains and forests.

He seemed to be telling them silently:

This place will always be his territory; and the living woman who is still panting is also his.As long as they dare to touch a single strand of her hair, he will definitely make her decapitated on the spot and die without a place to bury her!
Step by step, the boy began to push them forward; his footprints fell firmly and deeply, and rose lightly and powerfully.

Before the five or six in the front row could react, almost in the blink of an eye, the boy had already piled up their corpses that had been disemboweled, disemboweled, spine broken, and waist broken. behind me...

This second round of killing seemed more hearty, decisive and joyful.In the life-and-death decisive battle where he fights alone or against many wolves, he has to "either you die or you die"!
The shabby coat on the "wolf boy" has long since lost its original color; it seems that the entire snow-white world between heaven and earth has been completely reddened by him.

Watching helplessly, the "wolves" standing at the front of the line fell down one after another, blood splattered like flying, and died on the spot after heart-piercing screams... The remaining snow The number of wolves has also become more and more, and one by one, they all start to hesitate, hesitate and become timid!
Then, as the young man who fought more and more bravely and killed more and more proficiently, approached little by little, the snow wolves finally began to retreat under the pressure of his extremely powerful aura.

At this moment when their lives are hanging by a thread, they seem to have forgotten the most enchanting "strange fragrance" from Jiu Xiaohan that has been permeating around them.

Of course, due to the instinct of living beings to escape, the rest of the wolves all understand that at this time, saving their lives is the last word.

However, want to escape?
This time, it's not that easy!

Hehe... silent.

The corner of "Wolf Boy"'s mouth turned up slightly, but he couldn't tell that he was smiling.

Facing them majestically, the young man once again raised the short dagger in his hand that was as cold as ice and still dripping with blood.

It's not that he didn't give them a chance to voluntarily retreat and give up their lives.

However, since he had already dealt with more than half of them, and most of the remaining snow wolves seemed to have no intention of running away immediately.

Then, for the few ignorant guys who are still alive for the time being, he has absolutely no reason to let them go.

Simply, without doing too much, the boy cleaned up the remaining ones without too much effort.

The final confrontation is no longer a decisive battle between him and them; it is a scene of "killing" where blood is splashed on the ground, no armor is left, and there will be no future troubles!
However, I am afraid that none of them could figure it out before they died:

How could the sick and disabled young man who was scarred and fragile at first glance become a mountain butcher with infinite strength and superb wolf hunting skills in an instant?

Standing in the middle of the blood-red snow, the "boy wolf" gasped heavily.

The moment the sweat on his forehead oozes out of his skin, it still carries his body temperature; however, as the cold wind hits, it soon turns into fine shards of ice, sticking to his cheeks, hanging Between the temples, it became streaks of hoarfrost for a while.

His back full of black baleful aura stood in the white snow mist, and between his breaths, white waves of heat evaporated, lingering around him.

It seemed that, at the same time, it also exuded the aura of good and evil mixed and intertwined spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

Like a stone statue, he stood still beside the pile of snow wolf corpses, poking in place for a long time...

All of a sudden, unexpectedly, people couldn't tell whether he was still alive or dead!
Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at Jiu Xiaohan behind the dead tree branch, as if he was watching; but, his eyes seemed to be empty, as if he didn't see anything.

With the rapid cooling of his body temperature, the short-edged dagger in his hand fell down and stuck in the deep snow beside his legs.

In an instant, his eyes went dark, and his whole body was light-headed and stiff, lying on his back on the ice and snow mixed with blood and white...

If it is said that the group of black wolves in the cave were originally the absolute rulers of this wild mountain; The wolves, immediately turning back to the host, have truly become the new overlords who can easily "seize power and usurp the throne" in this winter, which is coming one month ahead of schedule.

Therefore, if it wasn't for the sake of keeping Jiu Xiaohan, a "hunter and guard" whose identity is unknown, the "wolf boy" would never "make enemies" with the snow wolves so casually.

Especially, on the premise that those black wolf monsters that I had raised with my heart and flesh for several months and used them for self-defense were bombed and buried in the cave by Jiu Xiaohan...

In fact, at the beginning, when the snow wolves came up to attack, the "wolf boy" could choose to leave Jiu Xiaohan behind and give a "favor" to the hungry snow wolves in the harsh winter. He can wear the warm black wolf fur cloak without any damage and walk away.

If he really did this and that, he wouldn't have let the demon energy and blood that had been suppressed for many days and hadn't flared up regain control of his body and consciousness again!

It's just a pity he didn't do that!On the contrary, he chose this method of taking the initiative to die and fighting to the death with the snow wolves to protect Jiu Xiaohan; this time, he definitely brought himself a very troublesome culprit.

His innate heart, but inexplicably extra, is not the heart of an ordinary human race, nor the heart of an ordinary demon race; it is an old demon captured by the god of war Li Wuxian 500 years ago. What Wang Rongxiao's remnant soul turned into...

It is precisely because it contains the remaining half of Rong Xiao's demon soul, this redundant heart is immortal all the year round, capable of self-repair, and can be regenerated forever.

After eating his heart and soul, ordinary people can prolong their lifespan; monsters and immortals can greatly increase their heavenly power...but the premise is that he must be alive.

Therefore, those who want to use him as a tonic must ensure that he is always alive, so that they can often get his living heart and liver.

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In the ruined Guanyin Temple, the young man who was in a state of embarrassment and had a relapse of his old injury passed out and fell asleep.

"I... this is, where is it?"

The young man felt his body, like duckweed, floating above the clouds.

"what happened?"

"I... this is, did I die again?"

"No, no, no, no!"

"I haven't completed the ultimate mission of this life yet! I haven't found her in the human world yet..."

"No way, let yourself die so easily!"

When he was waking up, suddenly, the boy was shocked by a pair of big clear and beautiful eyes, but full of pain and despair.

"Blue...Jingchu...!"

He called out softly, with a magnetic voice like the sound of heaven, echoing in the boundless universe.

With just this pair of eyes, he recognized her, and subconsciously stretched out his arms, wanting to touch the person where those eyes are:
"Jing Chu! Finally, I see you again! Do you know how much I miss you!"

However, she unexpectedly didn't know him, and her eyes were full of complicated emotions, more strange and indifferent.

With a cold tone, she asked him back:
"Who are you? How did you know my name?!"

I saw that his waist-length hair was like snow, flowing in the wind. He was dressed in white, with white boots, without any stains. He was as pure as a white lotus that had been nourished by the snow-capped mountains of the heavens for millions of years.

Holding an ancient divine sword named "Gushang", he looked at her pitifully, for a long time, unwilling to move away.

As if once he looked away, he would never see her again.He knew very well that he was so reluctant to lose her again...

After a long silence, he sighed helplessly:
"That's all! I don't remember, that's fine! So that in the future, you will hate me even more, increase your obsession, and waste future generations!"

At that moment, he seemed to have completely seen through:

All the pain in this world is rooted in "overly persistent memory"; however, those thoughts that should not exist are often caused by unnecessary misunderstandings.

However, those misunderstandings, just because of a momentary reluctance or inability to speak, have accumulated into unresolvable resentment and entanglement for life and life.

He endured it again and again, learning from the pain, but in the end he stretched out the arm holding the sword towards her, and with a "swipe", he pierced the opponent's heart in an instant...

"..."

He thought that she would yell for pain, but she would be considerate; however, she neither yelled nor expressed understanding.

She just looked at him silently like that, without saying a word.

Those originally clear and bright eyes suddenly lost all their brilliance, overflowing with the confusion and hatred that she had accumulated over seven lifetimes but still only increasing.

Slowly, her eyes turned into a pair of gray and blue pupils, and two lines of red blood tears flowed from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably...

At this moment, the entire time and space seemed to be still and frozen, generally!
He even heard the sound of her blood flowing and falling along the blade of the "solitary cup" in his hand:
"Li Wu, I hate you!"

"Life after life, I will never forgive you..."

Those were the last words she left him 500 years ago.

Immediately, he could only watch helplessly as her desperate eyes of blood and tears kept falling into the sky.

A blood-colored blue-branched flower fell into the boundless Wangchuan River under his feet, where black and red water waves were rolling all the time...

Lan Jingchu not only remembered Li Wu's name, but also her hatred for Li Wu from life to life!
Looking at that blood-colored blue branch flower, swaying and falling, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold it back, but he couldn't catch it no matter what.

After finally touching it with his fingertips, it would only fall and move away from him faster.

No matter how hard he tried to persuade her to stay, he couldn't stop her from disappearing.

He helplessly let the blood-colored blue branch fall into the stone bone mountain filled with the turbid air of the Wangchuan River, but he was powerless until he really couldn't see her anymore...

There, only his empty hands were left!

Immediately, the boy suddenly felt that his headache was about to split, and even his internal organs and joints in his whole body felt like they were being torn apart.

So, without self-control, he rolled between the heaven and the earth.

As the once invincible and invincible God Lord Liwu, he is like the "invincible wolf warrior" in the heavens.No demon or goblin has defeated him.

However, this is the only and most complete "big defeat" among countless victories he has lived for hundreds of thousands of years...

So what if he saved the whole world and protected all living beings in the Eight Desolations, Liuhe, Three Realms, and Seven Races?
He, but only let her down!
The hell-like Devil's Nest VII, though, has already passed.

However, 500 years ago, his so-called sword of sacrificing his life for righteousness, abandoning his ego to save the common people, left him and Lan Jingchu with an indelible "pain" that will never be erased!
——It is the "pain" carved into the bone marrow and piercing the heart.

(End of this chapter)