The goldfinch said to An Ning: "Stroke its neck, it will feel a little more comfortable." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" There was a sense of sadness in his words. An Ning carefully caressed the neck of the she-wolf, the pulse under her palm was faint a little, and it felt like it was about to stop.

Black Eagle finally took the ice, found a stone basin to hold it, and used internal force to turn it into water. The goldfinch put the two wolf cubs into the stone basin water, poured a bottle of medicine that he carried with him, and the two little wolf cubs without fur soaked in the potion for a while, gradually relieved their breath and whined.

Relieved, the Plantagenet took out the two cubs to dry them and put them into the arms of the she-wolf.

The pulse under An Ning's palm suddenly became violent, and the she-wolf seemed to feel something, it struggled to open its eyes, looked towards its abdomen, and when it saw two living cubs, its pupils revealed a kind of extreme attachment like a human, and lowered its head to lick its cubs, as if saying goodbye to its own flesh and bones.

It suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared.

The wolf's howl was long and silent, echoing throughout the dungeon, and all the other white wolves responded in response, and An Ning almost burst into tears.

The she-wolf bowed her head again, and to everyone's surprise, she lowered her head and licked An Ning's hand as if it were a friend, its tongue was warm and soft, stroked An Ning's fingers, and then slowly leaned on An Ning's knee, closed its eyes, and died.

An Ning was still in a daze, as if she hadn't come back to her senses. Feng Zhen leaned over to An Ning and said, "Your Highness, let's go out." "This is the underground palace, Yang Shizi's men and horses account for most of it, there are too many variables, he just hopes to bring the princess back to the ground safely.

The golden finch turned around and pointed to the two cubs, her eyes were shining with water, and she said to An Ning word by word: "These two wolf cubs will belong to you in the future, you take them first." ”

Yang Xi frowned, looked at her in shock, owned by her? She pointed to herself: "You let me raise wolves? "What are you kidding?

She didn't know how to raise wolves at all, and they were two living white wolves, animals that were named the ice gods by the Beirong people.

If she wants to return to Daliang in the future, will she still bring two wolves back?

The Plantagenet looked very unpleasant: "Don't think that I am willing to let you raise it." She pointed to the dead she-wolf, "She chose you." "The she-wolf's meaning is very clear, I hope this girl can become the caregiver of her child. The goldfinch and the wolf have a deep affection and understand the language of the wolf, and it is impossible to joke about such things. What's more, this is a she-wolf's request and cannot be violated.

Yang Xi couldn't accept it, raising a wolf is different from raising a living person, people can be kept by their side as slaves and maids, as guards. Now the cub looks small, but the wolf will grow up, and will become a beast and will eat meat. She is a girl, and she is also the princess of Daliang, not the princess of Beirong, and she can't have a beast by her side.

Once she agreed, she couldn't give it to someone else to keep it.

She whispered, "Isn't it better for you to keep them, as long as you have my consent......"

The golden finch had a solemn face, and there was no surprise from the demon on weekdays: "Princess Anning, you may not know the Nine Clans, nor do you understand the inheritance of the Ice River God, but you will slowly know in the future that the gods are above, and the inheritance is very strict." The nine white wolves I have are male wolves, and there can be no tenth, which is overflowing, and will be damned. Of the two cubs, one is a female wolf and I can stay, but the other is a male wolf. ”

Her voice was very cold: "If you don't want it, I can only kill it." ”

What the Nine Clans? What heritage?

Most of what she said, An Ning was confused, but she also understood one meaning - she didn't want it, it could only die.

It's hard to imagine someone like Goldfinch killing a white wolf with his own hands.

Her eyes fell on the two little wolves that had not yet grown hair, and the voice of the golden finch seemed to reveal a sense of helplessness and exhaustion, and suddenly changed from aggressive to gentle: "Your Royal Highness, you may not like wolves, but you must have heard a legend - a legend that if a person is brave enough, after his death, the heavens will turn him into a white wolf, and it will look for the footprints of its relatives, return to their relatives, and silently guard them." ”

- Every white wolf that turns into a glacier god carries the soul of a warrior.

She turned around and picked up the little wolf, it whined, its voice was very low, it had no claws, no fur, no ability to protect itself, and as soon as the golden finch let go, it seemed that it could fall to death if it fell.

The golden finch's gaze was dark, as if it meant something meaningful: "If I say that the legend is true, can you believe it?" Are you willing to take advantage of such an opportunity to raise it? ”

Her voice was cold: "Princess Anning, have you ever lost anyone, is he brave enough?" ”

An Ning looked at the wolf cub.

The man she had lost - he was a true warrior.

He is kind, righteous, both civil and military, proficient in the art of war, and is the pride of the sky, wise and strong.

She reached out and caught the wolf cub and wrapped it in her arms, even though she knew that the goldfinch might be lying to her, she couldn't restrain herself from thinking - would he turn into a white wolf and return to her side to protect her?

Will his soul turn into a newborn wolf cub on the grassland, a young eagle on the tree that has just broken its shell, without sharp claws, without strong wings, and still needs her to reach out to take care of him.

The little wolf fell into Anning's arms, and the goldfinch breathed a sigh of relief. She straightened up, reached the leg of the dead she-wolf, and slashed the knife in her hand at the chain. But the chains were cast from thousand-year-old cold iron, and they were cut at all.

Black Hawk grabbed her: "Don't cut it, it's useless." The golden finch suddenly looked back at him, her eyes were red, and then she looked at the prince who was sitting in the corner: "I don't care about anything else, the head of the priest of Beirong, I will decide." ”

Jiang Fenglan really regretted that in the inheritance of the Ice River God, there was indeed a female wolf, the only white wolf on the grassland that could reproduce the white wolf race, and the mother of nine white wolves. She searched almost the entire grassland, but found no trace of it, but she didn't know that it was locked up in the underground palace at her feet by the priest, and she didn't know how many years it had been locked up and how much torture it had suffered.

This was a serious dereliction of her duty as the inheritor of the Ice God, and she wanted to cut the priest with a thousand knives.

Zhuji was kneeling beside Shizi, holding the wooden box that the white wolf had been guarding in his hand, Yang Ziming opened the wooden box, revealing an ancient book inside.

It was a well-preserved ancient book, and there were two words on it: organ.

Turning the title page, the opening sentence - the machine is off, and the machine is closed.

This is an ancient book that collects all the secret techniques of the mechanism, and it is also the inheritance of the mechanism.

A smile crossed Shizi's eyes, took out the ancient book, and said, "As long as you find him, you can dispose of it." "And what he wanted, he had already found.

For the inheritance of the organ, only one book is enough.