Chapter 1140 Beast World (39)
The six-year-old girl is taller, but compared to the giant wolf, it is still far from enough.
In the evening, holding flowers, she ran barefoot into the cave cheerfully.
"Museel~ I'm back~"
She was wearing a sunset glow, bouncing around, and the light yellow skirt on her body was soft and warm.
She ran back barefoot and threw herself directly at it.
As usual, I want to pounce into its soft silver fur, roll in its arms, and be a clingy cub.
It's just that the wolf who usually indulges her in mischief, today, for some unknown reason, raised his front paw and directly held her down.
She is not allowed to move, nor is she allowed to lean over.
He was so cold that he even stood up without looking at her, and left the mat directly.
Leave a cold back, strangers are not allowed to enter, alienated and indifferent.
"..." The little girl opened her slender arms and hugged nothing.
Her eyes followed it, wondering.
"What's wrong? Mussel?"
"you are sick?"
The little girl was at a loss and didn't know it.
Silver Wolf left without saying a word, with his tail drooping.
Leaving her standing alone in the cave, quietly watching the back of it leaving, slightly dazed.
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When the silver wolf came down from the hillside and appeared in the sight of the wolves, all the wolves 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.
However, Mussel did not look at them, but slowly went down the hillside by himself.
The setting sun is half exposed in the sky, and half of the vast expanse of sky is warm and gorgeous sunset glow, and half is comfortable and refreshing blue.
Dozens of colors are intertwined together, turning into rays of light, and falling on the strong and tall body of the silver wolf.
It has a large body, slender limbs, two erect ears, and light and soft silver hair on its body.
The silver hair seemed to have turned into a transparent light color under the warm glow.
The snow-white tail hangs down, and the slightly raised arc is extremely pleasing to the eye, extremely beautiful.
The little girl who chased out from 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 without emotion.
The gaze fell on its head, cloudy or cloudy, as if it was about to raise its paw to slap it to death in the next second.
The wolf tensed up and dared not speak.
On the contrary, the elf standing on a high place saw such a scene, tilted his head slightly, blinked, and did not speak.
Soon, Silver Wolf looked away and went down the hill.
The figure disappeared into the forest, like a ghost, disappeared without a trace.
That layer of beautiful hair, also under the cover of the leaves, lost the warmth of the warm glow, and returned to the coldness of the cold.
The light in the forest is dim, and it looks like it will be dark soon.
At this time, the leader suddenly walked in without saying anything, not knowing what to do.
The remaining pack of wolves looked at each other, but couldn't figure out what it was thinking.
Especially the wolf that was watched just now, feeling uneasy, always feeling that he seemed to have done something that offended Muser.
The elf stood on a high place, also staring at the wolf.
After watching for two seconds, she muttered to herself.
"This performance... it can't be jealous, right?"
But obviously she didn't do anything
she thought uncertainly.
(end of this chapter)