After some searching, Ma Qingfeng finally found a place where he thought it was safe to spend the night, it was a very large rock, Ma Qingfeng climbed on it, and found that the stone was quite flat and could lie down two or three people side by side.

Ma Qingfeng put down the burden of the fruit, jumped down from the stone again, went to the woods to pick up a thicker branch, removed the branch, made a wooden stick about a zhang long, and carried this stick to climb the big stone again. With this wooden stick as a weapon, Ma Qingfeng felt more at ease, so he pillowed his head with a burden, held a wooden stick in his arms, and quickly fell asleep.

Ma Qingfeng saw his kind parents in a dream, his father was teaching him to read, and he was still as strict with himself as before. And the mother still sat next to herself, fanning herself with a fan, and every time my father criticized her, my mother would speak for herself, and my father always shook his head again and again, and kept saying, "What a defeated mother is!"

Just as Ma Qingfeng was enjoying the warmth of the family, several black-clothed people fell from the sky and slashed his father to the ground with a knife, and his mother was also beaten, but she grabbed a man in black with her hands, and kept shouting, let Ma Qingfeng run quickly, Ma Qingfeng was dumbfounded, he did not run, but rushed forward bravely. He was powerless, and he couldn't change anything, he was kicked in the chest by a man in black, kicked and flew up, and the moment he landed, he saw that his mother was also killed by a knife by a man in black. Ma Qingfeng was furious, screamed, and woke up from his dream.

Ma Qingfeng, who woke up from the dream, was sweating profusely, he sat up from the stone, tried the cold sweat on his face with his sleeve, everything that happened in the dream was vivid, which strengthened Ma Qingfeng's determination to take revenge.

Just as Ma Qingfeng was touching his chest and trying to calm his heart, he inadvertently found that on the ground near the stone where he was resting, there was a pair of things that glowed with blue light. What is that? Ma Qingfeng rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, oops, not good. It was clearly a wolf with blue eyes.

Ma Qingfeng felt that his scalp was numb, his hair stood up one by one, and the 108,000 hairs on his body stood up. The heart that was about to calm down immediately began to beat wildly. He immediately grabbed the stick he had prepared in his hand and stood up from the stone.

Seeing that Ma Qingfeng stood up, the wolf took a step back, and at the same time squatted slightly on his front legs and slightly bent on his hind legs, ready to pounce on his prey.

At this time, Ma Qingfeng was extremely nervous, his hands holding the stick trembled slightly, and he was extremely nervous. Is he afraid? Barren mountains and mountains, dealing with a fierce wolf that looks chilling alone. What's the use of being afraid, only you can save yourself, and there is still a sea of blood and revenge that has not been avenged, so take this wolf as the first battle of revenge, Ma Qingfeng thought in his heart.

Ma Qingfeng tried his best to calm himself down, thinking of his deep hatred in the sea of blood, he felt full of strength. Keep your eyes on the wolf, ready to fight it.

Suddenly, the wolf kicked its hind legs and pounced on the horse on the boulder. And when the wolf just jumped up, Ma Qingfeng also picked up the big stick and hit the wolf hard. With a snap, the stick hit the wolf in the head and knocked the wolf to the ground. Without waiting for Ma Qingfeng to be happy, the wolf on the ground suddenly stood up again, shook his head for a while, and looked at Ma Qingfeng viciously, and the wolf was completely enraged by Ma Qingfeng.

Ma Qingfeng's stick hit the wolf's head, shaking his hands numb, and the stick almost flew out. Seeing the wolf being defeated by himself, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But before he could get happy, the wolf jumped up again, as if he was not hurt, but only a little dizzy.

Ma Qingfeng confronted the wolf again, and the wolf slowly walked around the boulder, looking for a chance to kill him. Ma Qingfeng also slowly turned his body with the wolf's movements, and at the same time kept thinking about how to kill or kill the wolf.

Suddenly, Ma Qingfeng's mind flashed with inspiration, and he remembered the knowledge of wolves introduced in a book he had read when he was reading before, the hardest part of the wolf's body was the head, no wonder he was still indifferent after being beaten. The weak point of the wolf is the waist, which is relatively soft, and once attacked, it will make the wolf lose its combat effectiveness or even lose its life.

Thinking of this knowledge, Ma Qingfeng had a bottom in his heart, and also increased his confidence in defeating the wolf. Staring at the wolf in a circle, Ma Qingfeng found a problem, the circle around the wolf became smaller and smaller, and it was getting closer and closer to the boulder where he was. Such a cunning wolf, if I hadn't discovered it earlier, maybe you really succeeded.

Ma Qingfeng knew that the wolf was about to attack, so he immediately made preparations, and sure enough, the wolf who was circling in a circle suddenly jumped up again and pounced fiercely at Ma Qingfeng. Ma Qingfeng flashed to the side, let go of the wolf's head, picked up the big stick with all his strength, and hit the wolf's waist.

I only heard a click, the wolf screamed, was pulled out five or six meters away by a stick, rolled and fell to the ground, blood flowed out of the corner of its mouth, it struggled to stand up, but it stood several times without success, so it had to lie on the ground and gasp for breath, accompanied by the air flow of blood gushing out.

Ma Qingfeng was also panting heavily, and only half of the wooden stick was left in his hand. Because of the excessive force, the wooden stick was discounted just now, which shows how heavy this blow is. Seeing that the wolf didn't stand up this time, Ma Qingfeng was relieved, he put half of the wooden stick aside, sat down and wanted to rest, but before he could sit down, the injured wolf raised his head high, ignoring the blood flowing out of his mouth, and let out a loud wolf howl, in the silent night, the wolf howl came far, far away.

Ma Qingfeng was startled by this wolf howl, and quickly grabbed half of the wooden stick, jumped up from the stone, and looked nervously at the wolf lying on the ground.

After the wolf howled, he rested a little and howled at the sky again. Then it lowered its head and gasped for air, as if these two howls had exhausted all its strength.

Ma Qingfeng saw that the wolf only howled twice, and there was no other behavior, and he wondered deeply, this wolf could not have been beaten stupid by himself, seeing that he was not far from death, and howled, could it be that he confessed his last words. Wait, there's something wrong, what I've overlooked. What did you ignore? Ma Qingfeng felt as if he had thought of something at this time, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Gradually, he felt uneasy.

A breeze blew, and there was a rustling sound in the distance, and Ma Qingfeng looked far away, and in the distance there were tall shadows of trees except for darkness.

Suddenly, Ma Qingfeng gave a cold shiver, and he knew what he had overlooked.