It was the cry of a little white wolf. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Ji Anxin was shocked, today this mountain has become the territory of the pitbull, the lone wolf fights the dogs, I am afraid of ......

Everyone watched Ji An walking back on the way down the mountain, clearly at the moment when he was about to pass the barrier, just like seeing a long-distance runner suddenly going backwards when he was only a hundred meters away from the finish line.

Yalang wanted to stop it, but he didn't expect Ji An to dodge and quickly disappear from his sight.

Aaron had never seen a person's movements so fast, and he hadn't even seen how Ji An dodged his outstretched hand, but in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.

What kind of martial arts is this? After eighteen years of acquaintance, Aaron recently realized that he didn't know much about this friend who had grown up together, and he had always felt that Assyria was a little sheep that needed his protection, and he was not optimistic that Assyria could pass the test of the dreadnought.

Aaron always thought that if he passed the test of the dreadnought, he would choose Assyria to be his slave, of course, he didn't really want his friend to be his servant, he just wanted to protect this friend in his own way, at least not to let him be bullied by others.

But today, it suddenly occurred to Aaron that the little sheep had grown up and had grown hard horns, and that perhaps he would no longer need his protection. In this regard, he was both happy for his friend, but faintly a little lost.

Ji An himself couldn't see how fast he was, he just felt that when he was running, the wind was blowing in his face, but the surrounding environment was peaceful, as if time had stood still, and he was the only one who was cutting through the invisible walls in the air.

When Ji An followed the wolf's howl to the other side of the bushes, the little white wolf was already wounded, and there was a pitbull with a bitten neck at its feet.

The thirtieth pitbull turned out to be in a place where he couldn't see, and fought a one-man battle to the death with the little white wolf, and without the knowledge of everyone and the dog, lost.

However, in the primeval forests where blood is paid for blood, no animal can guarantee a lifetime of victory.

More than ten meters away from the little white wolf, the "dog king" was leading the crowd towards the little white wolf.

The little white wolf, whose legs were still bleeding, turned its head to see Ji An, and let out a cry for help again.

It looked at him like a man dying in the desert due to lack of water saw a water source, and that hope for survival gave Ji An an inexplicable sense of empathy between him and him—do you want to live? Then live, live together.

When the twenty-nine pitbulls saw Ji'an again, they barked at Ji'an in unison, and the great anger turned into a threatening sound that almost caused the mountain to shake.

Ji An understood that their barking was a warning - this time with real hatred, they would not run away again because of his little tricks.

When the dog king and the other twenty-eight pitbulls swarmed up, like twenty-nine arrows fired at the little white wolf, Ji An made an extremely impulsive decision.

Ji An ran towards the little white wolf four meters away, everything that happened in just three seconds was taken into Ji An's eyes, and those pictures flowed slowly like slow motion in a movie.

Ji An felt that in the slow, almost static world, only his body and eyes were moving, and those Pitbulls were still running towards them in that slow motion when they picked up the little white wolf.

They are too slow, too slow to be feared.

Ji An clearly saw how the pupils of the pitbulls not far away shrank suddenly, and then opened their mouths wide, and barked wildly, but he had already picked up the little white wolf and turned around and ran.

Perhaps, it's not that they're too slow, it's just that they're too fast. Ji'an began to realize this.

The deafening barking behind him also slowed down, sounding like a record player skipping a pin, and the sound was disconnected one by one, so that the sound that was a little terrible suddenly became funny.

In Ji An's life, he never used a princess to hug a woman, and his first time he actually gave a wolf.

Ji An didn't know how long he had been running with the little white wolf in his arms, but he kept running forward until there was no other noise in his ears except the sound of falling leaves and the sound of the wind, and he slowed down.

The slow time was lifted, and the still world finally returned to normal.

The way down the mountain was mostly covered by bushes, and the lush vegetation made the road more like a wild road, and Ji An used to wear armor and didn't realize how uncomfortable it was to pass through this bush, but now every step was like being stabbed by a hedgehog along the way.

Ji An went down, crossed the river, and entered the main road, and he walked along the flat path of the river until he reached the end of the road, and saw in the distance the five columns of men standing on the hillside and General Marco watching him from afar.

When Ji An appeared in front of everyone with the little white wolf in his arms, all the preparatory students who successfully cleared the level, including Yalang, were stunned.

The education they had been instilled in them from an early age made them naturally worship wolves, and because they worshipped wolves so much, they never imagined that this creature could be held in their hands like a pet.

In their hearts, the wolf is a creature that stands high on the mountain, arrogantly looking down on them living in the plains, and examining whether people are qualified to be the "gods" of their descendants.

Among this group of people, only General Marco had slaughtered wolves, and he had somewhat lost that awe of wolves in his heart, so he just glanced at the wolf in Ji An's hand and asked lightly, "What do you want to do?" Do you want to raise it? I tell you, wolves can be respected, feared, worshipped, but they are not to be raised, because their nature will never allow them to be tamed. ”

"I didn't mean to tame it, I just wanted to bring it back to heal." Ji'an replied.

However, the little white wolf seemed to be responding to General Marco's words, suddenly broke free from Ji An's hand, jumped to the ground, its leg was injured, and its movement on the ground was not good-looking, but its slanted eyes swept towards everyone still made people cold.

I saw the little white wolf's lame and limping gait had a heroic twilight feeling, but the big tail still wagged vigorously, and then gradually faded out of everyone's sight, and it returned to the jungle.

This white-eyed wolf! The stubbornness of the little white wolf made Ji Nu feel ashamed of being slapped in the face. Anyway, he also risked his life to save it from the teeth of twenty-nine pitbulls, and he carried it all the way, not afraid that it would run into pitbulls again to seek revenge? It just gave him a proud and untamed back in return?