As soon as the "dawn" came out of the mouth of the pestle, he saw that the snow wolf seemed to have received a battle report, and suddenly stood up and pounced on the back of the pestle, and his two paws on his shoulders were motionless.

"Ahh......h

Zhang San was also frightened when he saw it, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't look back! This is a wolf's back, and as soon as you turn around, your throat will be bitten off!"

When he heard this, he immediately despaired, and he clearly felt the breath of "snorting" on the stalk of his neck, and cried in his mouth: "...... Mother...... Grandma, ......", and at the same time, a liquid that can reflect the tension of the cranial nerves flows from the corner of the trouser leg......

The pestle was about to collapse, and the snow wolf was already probing his ear with his bloody mouth open, and there was a low "woo-lur" sound.

"Don't look back!" Zhang San screamed urgently.

"I ...... I won't look back, but it's coming to the door on its own......"

For the first time, the pestle felt that his throat was exposed and not only cool, but also cold. He wanted to run, but his body seemed to be carrying a bag of hemp, and the lame leg was also wet and poured into the cool breeze, where could he still move his feet! Finally, his eyes were closed, and he was completely desperate......

"Boom, boom!" the desperate pestle began to feel numbness on his face one by one.

Maybe it was the snow wolf who got into the process of opening the meal, sticking out his long tongue and licking it up on his cheeks, saliva sticky down his neck.

The pestle was like a guillotine, and he had no sense of resistance, but calmly muttered: "If you have a stutter, you are so particular! I sweep the streets every day and wash my neck every day, and I don't get dirty......

He no longer had any luck mentality, and sighed in his heart: "Forget it...... Good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil, since I met my grandmother and met Bai Lu, I have lived enough these days, and I only reported it today, it is already God's mercy......"

He didn't struggle, he didn't resist, he just wanted everything to end as soon as possible.

But the snow wolf didn't seem to be in a hurry, and after licking his left cheek, he changed to lick his right cheek, and the flesh thorns on his tongue were gray.

"Hehe, hehe, haha!" Just when the pestle thought that he was about to die in the wolf's mouth, Zhang Sanmad on the side suddenly laughed strangely.

"Alas, it's really a danger to see people's hearts, and it's hard to see the truth in trouble...... In the next life, I will be an old cripple and call you a sheep!"

Seeing that Zhang San was crazy, he not only saw death and did not save him, but also gloated, hating and scolding in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Sanmad stopped laughing and called the pestle:

"Hey, don't be afraid, sir, it looks like the beast is teasing you!"

"Uh......" The pestle didn't believe it, but the snow wolf didn't seem to be interested in his throat, just licking his face, and it felt wet and hot, although the diaphragm was human, but it didn't seem to be malicious.

"Hey, it looks like it's true!"

The hope of life was rekindled in the heart of the pestle, and he carefully opened his eyes and looked at the snow wolf with his spare eyes, but he didn't think that the snow wolf seemed to be tired of licking, and he put his head on his shoulder and didn't move, blinking like a baby, his eyes were drowsy, his belly was "purring" like a coquette, and his head was furry like cotton.

"Heh, how is this like a dog baby who hasn't grown up......"

The pestle smiled bitterly, although he was not as scared as before, but he still didn't dare to move, but the weight on his body was so overwhelming that he couldn't breathe, so he had to scold Zhang San crazy:

"Old skunk, your grandmother's will be lively! Aren't you a fairy? Hurry up and chant a spell to put it away!"

"Hey, hey, okay!" saw Zhang San respond madly, took three steps back, rolled up his sleeves and lifted his pants, and shouted at the snow wolf: "Da Bai, come down!

As soon as he shouted, he saw the snow wolf raise his head in good spirits, jumped off the back of the pestle with a "sigh", and then rubbed around the pestle with his eyes and wagged his tail excitedly.

Zhang San, who was left to dry on the side, scolded madly: "You foodie is really embarrassed by the wolf, and you have learned to wag the tail of a pug!"

"Hey, hey, hey......" Now the pestle was happy, and he squatted down boldly, gently caressing the snow-white and flawless back hair of the snow wolf, and was overjoyed, completely forgetting that there was still a cool breeze in the crotch of his pants.

In fact, speaking of which, everyone must have guessed it a long time ago. This divine beast of Zhang Sanmad is the snow wolf lost by Zixue.

The reason why he claimed to have picked it up is simple. Well, it's that he really likes this thing, and he wants to have it at first sight, so since the little foreigner girl has lost it, he is naturally its new owner.

Two, Zhang Sanmad did pick it up, and it was picked up from the garbage heap.

Speaking of which, that little foreigner Zixue is a mixed-race Chinese Canadian, her mother is a Canadian animal protection volunteer, and her father is a Chinese student.

Growing up in Canada with her parents, she has a special interest in animals due to environmental influences, especially the study of canine wolf families.

Not only that, but she also has the talent of having the ability to communicate with canines more obviously than ordinary people. Because of this, at a young age, Zixue has become a member of the World Association for the Conservation and Research of Canine Species.

A year ago, animal protection organizations in Newfoundland, Canada, found an abandoned snow wolf cub in the local mountains. The phylogenetic characteristics of this snow wolf are very close to those of the Chinese snow wolf, but there is a lot of unknown species information. Later, the more the experts looked into it, the more confused they became, and they couldn't even determine whether it was a wolf or a dog.

Unable to define identity, local animal protection organizations had to rely on professionals to adopt them. And Zixue is the most suitable person.

Of course, Zixue prefers to define it as a wolf.

The little snow wolf grew up day by day under Zixue's care, and Zixue became more curious about its background. At that time, when genetic technology was still very immature, she decided to bring snow wolves to China to find their roots.

However, she encountered problems during customs clearance, and the customs forbade her to bring the animal into the country because it could not determine the exact germology and identity of the animal. Zixue had no choice but to bring the snow wolf into the mainland through a smuggling gang.

So when she lost her motorcycle and snow wolf, and Fang Bailu wanted to call the police, Zixue was very nervous and waited for the opportunity to slip away.

And the car thief was none other than Little Yellow Hair. Xiao Huangmao is a car fan, and when he saw Zixue's motorcycle, he became a thief, so he stole it while people were unprepared.

Naturally, he was not only not interested in the big white dog in the suitcase, but he was very jealous and disgusted, so he found a secluded place and threw it in the garbage heap.

And Zhang San went crazy and begged Bai Lai to mix a bowl of wontons from Zhang Jinfeng to eat, and began to walk blindly on several nearby streets, and was hungry again before noon.

When people are hungry, they can eat anything, so they go around digging through the garbage cans to find food. Coincidentally, the suitcase containing the snow wolf was left in the dirty and smelly garbage heap for a long time, but no one paid attention to it, but Zhang Sanmad found out.

"Hey, this thing looks familiar, and I don't know if I can eat it?" Zhang Sanmad was so hungry that his eyes turned green, and he went up and opened the zipper tremblingly, and a big dog's head came out of it!

"Huh?" Zhang Sanmad didn't be afraid of his slow reaction, and shook his head after staring at the dog head for a long time, "It's really my half-breed little girl's wolf!

The snow wolf saw that Zhang Sanmad had no match and didn't use himself as a dish, so he wanted to scare him with a powerful scare, so he opened his mouth and showed a mouthful of fangs with a "woop" in his throat.

"What are you going to do this brute? Your little foreigner Ultraman is friends with me, you have to call us big brother no matter what!" Zhang San didn't eat that set, and looked at it.

The snow wolf was about to have a seizure, when he suddenly smelled the smell of the master on Zhang Sanmad's arm, which was left by Zixue. So I really didn't feel embarrassed to say it.

But at this moment, a voice came from behind Zhang Sanmad: "Yo, this dog is good, what, do you still know Ultraman?"

Zhang Sanmad looked back and saw that it was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. The boy had yellow muscles, thin clothes, and a large patch of vitiligo on his forehead.

"Hey, old man, divide half of the meeting, this dog belongs to you, and the box belongs to me. "The boy is not big, but he is not small.

Zhang San squinted at him and said disdainfully: "The yellow-haired boy has eyes but no beads, I think the shit belongs to you!"

"Hey, you old man don't know the rules, why do you want to rebel?" the boy asked.

"Hehe, boy, don't be reckless in front of the mountain people, all rules are dogs...... Ahh

"Wow, ......" The boy was disgusted by the smoke for a long time, wiped his face into the air and made a sharp whistle, and then smiled coldly and muttered in his mouth like chanting:

"Enter the poor shed, raise the poor head, and the poor ancestor will provide for the poor building. The poor family also talks about the Three Outlines, and the poor family also talks about the Three Religions and the Nine Streams. The whip of the poor family is passed on to the world, the poor family's blanket travels all over the world, and the poor family's sand and ears spend the spring and autumn ......"

The boy muttered tightly, but Zhang Sanmad was really taken aback: "Hey, you...... You can memorize the "Ten Poor Books"!"

"Hmph, tell you to toast and don't eat and drink!" The boy stood in front of Zhang Sanmad like a red child, snorting contemptuously and coldly.