The fox's wound touched the water, and his whole body trembled in pain, and the rotten head patiently comforted him. It's not too early, the sun is about to fall, the sun on the mountain is about to turn red, and the last noise on the earth will rise.

He was thrown to this strange area, holding the fox to find the way forward, passing through several forks, and found that he had never seen the mountain road here, nor had he come, there was no previous banyan forest, no matter how naïve he was, he knew that he was lost, and began to sit on the ground and convulsed, looking at the red sun hanging on the branches, as if burning the tree red, and then looked at the white fox in his arms who was fainting and dying in pain, a little bit of disgust, clenched into a fist with his small hands, and hit the fox not lightly, and said to himself: " It's all you, and if I don't save you, I might find my way back. But thinking about it, it seemed that what was said there was wrong, so he no longer blamed, but walked aimlessly, hoping to return to the banyan forest, meet with He Shenwei, who practiced swords all day, and return to the dilapidated temple together. But now it is called every day, and the earth is not spiritual, except for the birds and flowers, the empty mountains are silent, the ancient trees and jackdaws are numerous, and the grass grows, there is nothing else and other sounds.

A man held a wounded fox, walking alone in the barren mountains and mountains, afraid that these two words appeared in his mind for the first time. The sunset covered the earth with red, and finally under the passage of time, it took away the light of the day, and the sky gradually darkened.

heWant to cry without tears, helpless, from time to time to pat the little fox to vent his anger, his face is full of sadness, the little eyes look around, see a red shadow flashing, eyes can't catch what it is, he is even more afraid, all of a sudden frightened to run up, through a clump of flowers and trees, there is a faint outline of the thatched house on the side of the small hill, he was overjoyed, the feeling of loneliness and helplessness suddenly reduced a lot, came to the door, only to see the grass house dilapidated, vaguely recognizable in the dark, a push of the door, the door fell in response, cracked a smell of wet smell that could not be heard, and the invisible smoke and dust that almost choked him down。

He coughed twice, covered his nostrils with his tattered sleeves, and went in to rest, but the room was so dark that he could not see anything, and many objects could only be faintly seen. But there was always a place to live, and after a while, when the cold wind was bitter and shivering, he put down the fox, gritted his teeth, lifted up the door panel, which had fallen to him, and laid it sideways in the doorway, blocking the night wind.

There was a kitchen in the thatched hut, and he felt the stones to cross the river and open a pot, thinking that there might be something to eat, but he regretted that he had not held the rotten bun and was thrown away. He opened the lid of the pot nailed by the wooden board, and there was a pungent sour smell, and he didn't care about reaching out to fish in troubled waters, and grabbed a lump of slimy things, the rancid taste was exactly the same as the usual taste of rice for a long time, and he didn't need to think about it to know that it was also food. He was so hungry that he grabbed it in his hand and ate it, and fed the little fox a few bites, but the rice was too little, and it didn't take long to finish it. Although I can't eat enough, I can also stand up for a while, and then I began to find a room to sleep, just spent a little effort to touch the room, and was dumbfounded, a wall in this room has fallen down, the space is connected with the outside, there is no difference between sleeping there and sleeping outside, looking forward, the night breeze is blowing, and the sky is full of stars. The room and the hall were blocked by several large sticks, and needless to say, the other people who stayed here must have nailed them to prevent the wild beasts from raiding and hurting people.

He was not disappointed, because he was used to sleeping with everyone in the open air, and it was common to sleep in a broken house. Leaning against a door with the little fox in her arms, facing the hall, you can avoid the cold night breeze and make it difficult to sleep or catch a cold.

At night, the moon is on the willow tops, and the earth is no longer as dark as before. Soon, the moonlight melted, and the light cage tree branches, and an object outside knocked open the door panel of the door, and the breath stepped on the door panel weakly.

The rotten head was really frightened, and said in a frightened voice, "Who are you?"

A mellow man's voice was out of breath and said, "You're ...... again." Who, here...... Why?"

Hearing such a reprimanding voice, he was so inarticulate that he trembled in fright and said, "Are you a ghost?" The man didn't answer, probably because he was talking too nonsense. Alone all the way, he pleaded bitterly. "I don't want to die because I'm so handsome, you can spare me. ”

The man coughed a few times, sat down and said weakly: "I'm not a ghost, you don't have to be afraid." ”

The man comforted him and sat on the door panel. The blood flowed from the man's arm, and his left hand pinched his right arm to prevent more blood from flowing out.

The rotten head heard that this man was not a ghost, and there was no malice in the slightest, and he dared to look at it, and the man who broke in was burly, powerful, and wearing a tiger skin skirt, and he could still be seen in the moonlight dressed as a hunter.

The man's name is Roaring the World, and he is a member of the Scar Clan, and he was only bitten by a wolf's head while hunting today, so he hurriedly fled to this dilapidated grass hut to spend the night. It stands to reason that all the members of the scar clan are also cultivators, catching animals is just an inferior skill, and each member of the clan cultivates the method of vomiting, which can be extraordinary, but unexpectedly met the white wolf king, the white wolf king is the leader of the wolf pack, and the combat effectiveness can be imagined, and in the process of fighting with it, he was unfortunately bitten on the right arm and hand three yin meridians, resulting in the cultivation of not being able to repair in a short period of time. The door to death of the Scar clan is all in the meridians of the right arm of the hand, once it is injured, the consequences are unimaginable. Roaring in the world can be regarded as one of the best figures in the Scar Clan, and the fact that he has seven scarlet wolf fangs hanging on his chest is the best proof of this, just because the ability division of their Scar Clan is the highest with the nine canine teeth of the Scarlet Wolf, and there are very few people who have seven.

Roaring the world tore off the strip of cloth and tied the top of the wound tightly to prevent excessive bleeding, and after a period of treatment, the wound was much better.

Roaring the world, he took out the flint and made a fire, sealed the door panel at the door, saying that it was for fear of the wolf's attack, tidying up the house, and preparing to fight with the wolf's head to the death.

In the middle of the night, the two sat next to the campfire, roaring that the world was very wide, and they spoke widely, and the injury did not affect his performance. When his stomach began to rumble, he saw the rotten head holding the fox and quipped: "Little doll, are you hungry or not, if you are hungry, I will try to satisfy your hunger." ”

I was not hungry after eating a little bad food, I was simply hungry, and my heart ached, and this feeling made my heart suck vigorously by a hungry and thirsty person. Busy asked: "What's the solution, is it delicious?"

The injury improved slightly, but he still couldn't make a big move, and he gently pointed to the little fox in his arms. Said: "Slaughter your fox, there is just a fire, let's roast it on a wooden stick, you think, this kind of fragrance and greasy that you have never eaten before, it is guaranteed to make you satisfy your cravings, and the aftertaste is endless." As he spoke, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his hungry stomach responded as if he had heard greasy and fragrant food.

The hungry rotten head was slightly moved, looked at the little fox in his arms, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally hugged the rescued little fox tighter, on one side, obviously not letting the man snatch it, and yelled at the world to propose game food: "No, this is my dog." ”

Roaring the world sighed, he was really helpless about this little doll who didn't care about the major events of life and death, no matter how he had a lotus tongue, he couldn't trick the little guy who was holding the fox as a dog.

The injured roaring world did not use strong measures, but said kindly: "Baby, the three yin meridians of my hand were bitten off by the White Wolf King, and I can only automatically renew it tonight and resume my cultivation." Our scar clan and wolf clan have a deep enmity and hatred day by day, and the wolf head will definitely not let me go, and it is very easy to find this place with its own strong sense of smell. Later, if it's really fighting, I'll try to hold it by all means, and you take advantage of this gap to run hard from the outside, don't look back, leave me alone, you know?"

The rotten head was puzzled: "Why should I run? Is it powerful? Is it bigger than you and taller than you, beating you?" ”

Roaring the world said: "It is the White Wolf King, Xiuwei has already covered me with a point, but its teeth bite my hand Sanyin meridians, Xiuwei is temporarily sealed and not used, and I am in the same situation, strictly speaking, my right arm can't exert too much strength, inferior to it, so it is not necessary to save your life." ”

The rotten head was ignorant and had a difficult face, scratched his head and said, "What is cultivation?"

Roaring Tianxia roughly explained: "According to the division of our trace clan's cultivation combined with combat strength, the nine white wolf teeth on the chest are the highest level, and I am now promoted to seven, and the true qi can destroy the mountains and move the mountains and pull out the old trees, of course, this is the true strength that has not been bitten off by it." ”

The foaming mouth roared all over the world, and after speaking, the stomach croaked. The rotten head got up and asked, "Uncle, are you hungry?"

Roaring the world with a slight surprise, I didn't expect this baby to open up, ask this sentence is to agree with the aforementioned little fox to take the roast and eat, is confused, through the flickering fire to see the dog baby leaning against the stove, open the wooden pot lid.

Roaring the world thought: "This kid is quite sensible, ready to boil the pot and put water, boil and pluck the hair, alas! It took me so much water, and I finally have to make up for it." ”

When I was happy, I heard the sound of the fox child chirping, as if he was eating something, and then a sentence came: "I still wonder if there is sour rice left at the bottom of the pot, but it turns out that there is nothing." ”

The roaring world was slightly stunned, daring him not to boil water, but to touch the pot there. If you want to eat some game to replenish your body and blood, you have the strength to resist the roar of the imminent Scarlet Wolf King, and sighed silently, touching your shriveled stomach.

Roaring the world knew that this little ghost didn't care about himself at all, but when he saw him groping there for a long time, as if he was looking for something, the fire was not very bright, and he couldn't help but shout in confusion: "What are you still doing, holding the little fox, you are not afraid of falling to the bottom of the stove and not being able to find it." ”

The rotten head said, "You'll find out in a while." He took out the three-foot-long thumb-thick iron rods of pine wood and charcoal, put them in the fire, and then took out the wooden lid of the pot on the stove, and dragged it to the side of the fire, just arching it as a cushion.

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