An Ning and the white wolf stared at each other for a moment, and the she-wolf began to let out some low, painful howls, as if enduring the pain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Yang Zheming stood up and groped along the stone chamber to see if there was an exit.

An Ning looked at the white wolf in pain, and looked back at Yang Ziming: "What should it do?" Will you deliver a baby? ”

Yang Zheming asked rhetorically: "Will you deliver a baby?" An Ning slowly shook his head as if he was choked, and Yang Ziming spread his hand: "I won't either." He continued to fumble for an exit: "We need to find the exit and let the Plantaget help." ”

The white wolf has the protection of the gods of the nine clans, and it is enough to meet the tenth white wolf, if it dies here, it is not a good sign.

As time passed, the white wolf became more and more painful, An Ning covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, Yang Ziming walked up to her and said in a low voice: "We can only wait for them to come to us." "The priest's mechanism was so elaborate that he didn't notice the exit.

Then he found that Yang Xi was trembling slightly.

She sat on her knees, her hands tightly covering her face, hot tears streaming down her cheeks, and on the side of her face was a dhara flower that he had drawn with his own hands.

While crying, she snorted, "I'm fine, I'm just a little sad and scared...... I couldn't help but want to cry......" Seeing the white wolf struggling in pain, she remembered her past life, and her lost child.

The child was dead in her womb and was born a bloody fetus. She died of pain, and several times thought she was going to follow.

It's not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is that everyone blames her, the queen mother, the concubines, including the emperor, think it's her fault. How could it be her fault, it was also her child.

After pain and exhaustion, she gradually became numb.

She rarely remembered the events of her previous life, and when she first came back to life, she had nightmares all night long, dreaming of the past, and she could only drink soothing soup to fall asleep. Then one day, those dreams and memories began to be still in her mind, and she no longer dreamed or remembered the past, as if she was alive again.

Her voice was soft: "Will it die too?" "If the goldfinch hadn't arrived, and no one had helped it, it would have died.

Yang Zheming sighed: "They beasts can also give birth to their own cubs, don't worry too much." ”

And so it went on for an hour, and they had not found them. The she-wolf had been howling in grief, but there was no sign of giving birth to a wolf cub, and the howling gradually weakened.

This kind of wolf howl sounded very miserable, and even Yang Zheming couldn't bear it.

An Ning couldn't help it, she cautiously took a few steps forward, climbed the high stone steps, and her vision suddenly became clear.

The white wolf was lying on the high platform, one of its feet was locked with a huge iron chain, buckled to the stone wall, the iron chain and the wolf's legs scraped each other, the wolf's legs were almost scrapped, and the bones were visible, which showed that this she-wolf had been locked up here for a long time.

An Ning was shocked—was the priest keeping it here?

She crouched down cautiously, whispered to it, and slowly rested her hand on the wolf's feet. The white wolf's originally fierce eyes were full of sadness, and it seemed that he was powerless to struggle.

An Ning continued to approach slowly, and finally put his hand on the wolf's belly, and in the belly under his palm, he could feel the heartbeat and squirming, and there was a fresh life that wanted to struggle to come into this world.

Yang Xi looked at it and whispered, "I can't help you." She looked into its gaze: "I don't know how to help you, but you have to persevere." The white wolf whimpered, and lay there panting, his eyes seemingly closed.

An Ning was anxious, leaned down and hugged it: "Don't fall asleep." "If you fall asleep, you will have no strength, and if you don't have strength, you won't be able to give birth to wolf cubs, and wolf cubs will be suffocated in the womb. She still knows this common sense.

Yang Zheming watched the white wolf gradually quiet down, showing no signs of harming Yang Xi, and the stone in his hand slowly loosened. His eyes fell on the wooden box.

The priest kept the wolf here to guard the box.

What's in the box?

On the other side, the Golden Bird and Black Eagle, Maple Mark and Qingyan were also embarrassed, and they led a team of black-clothed people into many traps, and accidentally separated from An Yang Shizi. If it weren't for the alertness of the few white wolves led by the Golden Bird and the detection of a lot of hidden weapons, they would probably have to explain their lives here.

Finally, the white wolf smelled the smell of the prince, and they followed the traces and were blocked in front of a stone door.

With torches in hand, everyone searched the wall carefully, found the tiny switch, and then opened the stone door.

The scene inside the stone gate fell into the eyes of everyone, seeing Princess Anning Yang Xi kneeling on the stone platform alive, Qingyan and Liu Niang almost sat on the ground without excitement, although Her Royal Highness the princess was stunned and covered with injuries, but after all, she was a living person, still alive, and the two couldn't help but burst into tears.

Feng Zhen restrained a lot, stepped forward in a few steps, his body moved, and he landed on the high platform with a light skill, standing behind An Ning, he untied his robe with his backhand and draped it on the princess.

The goldfinch's gaze fell first on the high platform.

The head of a huge white wolf rested on Princess Anning's lap as if it had died.

The golden finch was suddenly startled in his heart, and he didn't have time to look at Yang Ziming, so he instinctively rushed up and climbed onto the stone platform. Nine white wolves rushed in, surrounding the huge white wolf, and let out a long wolf howl. The she-wolf didn't seem to have the strength to respond, and lay there silently, with only a slight heaving to indicate that it was still breathing.

Too late.

An Ning thought to himself. They came too late.

The goldfinch has lived with wolves for a long time, and has long understood the habits of wolves, and knows what is happening at a glance. She stroked the wolf's belly inch by inch, and said in a low voice: "It's two children, and it's difficult to give birth." ”

The white wolf is different from other wolf clans, it is extremely rare, and it is not easy to raise it, usually one litter and one cub. If it is two litters, the she-wolf is very likely to die in childbirth. Therefore, although the white wolf has an extremely long lifespan, the female wolf is very precious, and even in a grassland, there is only one female wolf, which is difficult to reproduce and the number is very small.

She immediately took out a knife and slashed it at the she-wolf's stomach.

An Ning turned her face sideways and closed her eyes tightly.

Blood splattered out and landed on the goldfinch's face. Her eyes were focused, and she dropped her knife precisely, and then turned back to Black Hawk and said, "Go and get some ice, half of it will turn into water." Black Hawk hurriedly turned around to look for ice, the dungeon was huge, and it was not easy to find some ice.

After half an hour, the golden finch finally took out the dying little wolf cub covered in blood, and the she-wolf had already shed a pool of wolf blood, and her breath was even weaker.