"Stay inside and don't come out." Yan Murong didn't care whether Zhao Chen heard it or not, and after shouting at the tent, he walked to the fire vigilantly, first burned the fire that had not been extinguished again, and then picked up the gun and fired two shots into the sky.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire was particularly abrupt in the deep mountains, and the echo echoed for a long time, which really made the wolves stunned for a moment.

But the wolves didn't know if they were hungry or what, so they weren't scared away by these two shots, they took a few steps back, and continued to stare at Yan Murong.

"They- why don't they run?" I don't know when, Zhao Chen actually got out of the tent, stood beside Yan Murong and grabbed his arm tightly and asked in a low voice - looking at the wolf eyes glowing with green light, his body couldn't help but tremble.

"The wolves on the mountains in this place are almost full." Yan Murong muttered. "I'm really hungry, and I'm not afraid of anything."

Hungry? Are they hungry?

Zhao Chen understood in an instant, this group of wolves came out to forage, they were hungry, and they were going to eat them.

"Shoot, shoot them." Zhao Chen urged.

She was still a big girl with yellow flowers who had not yet married, and she had not had time to enjoy life, nor had time to talk about a vigorous love, nor had she had time to marry to enjoy the sweet life of that family of three - so she didn't want to just become a wolf pack for supper, and she didn't want to become a pile of wolf dung the next day and stay forever under a big tree in the mountains.

"You can't hit them." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "They don't dare to come near now, but if they shoot one, they're going to go crazy - wolves are very vindictive."

"And what if they rush over?" Zhao Chen asked worriedly.

"You climb the tree, I run." Yan Murong said without thinking about it. "When it's daybreak, they'll be gone—or they'll leave in search of other prey."

As he spoke, the dozen or so wolves moved forward a little closer, Yan Murong saw it in his eyes and continued to fire two shots, but this time, the wolves did not retreat.

"Shoot, they're coming, hurry." Zhao Chen trembled with fright, and urged Yan Murong to shoot again and again.

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, he wanted to shoot, the problem was that the distance was so close, and the wolf's movements were so sensitive, how many could he kill? Even if you kill a few, what if you recruit more wolves?

After thinking about it, Yan Murong suddenly lowered the muzzle of the gun, stretched his neck and let out a long howl at the sky, startling Zhao Chen, who was holding his arm.

"You-what are you going to do? What's your name? Zhao Chen asked hurriedly.

This idiot, what kind of weirdness is he doing at this time, shouting and screaming, and learning to howl wolves, what are you trying to do? Communicate with wolves?

"Whew-"

Yan Murong looked at one of the wolves in the pack and let out a howl again.

"You're still barking, what if you attract more wolves." Zhao Chen grabbed Yan Murong's arm and said worriedly.

"It's about recruiting more wolves." Yan Murong laughed and pointed to the wolves. "Believe it or not."

Zhao Chen just wanted to blame a few more words, but suddenly, the dozen or so wolves actually took a few steps back again, and they all raised their necks and howled at the waning moon in the sky.

After a while, when Yan Murong saw a black shadow flashing in the distance, he knew that his method had worked, the corners of his mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, and the gun was thrown aside, pushing Zhao Chen away and walking over.

"You, what are you going to do?" Zhao Chen watched Yan Murong put down his gun and walked over, and he was a little overwhelmed.

What is he going to do? Do you want to have a hand-to-hand fight with the wolves? Crazy. Isn't it just killing a bear with his bare hands, although the bear is much bigger than the wolf, but-how can I say it's just one, now it's a dozen wolves.

To Zhao Chen's surprise, Yan Murong walked over, and instead of approaching, the wolves retreated again, and made a way in the middle, and then, a wolf much larger than this group of wolves walked over from behind.

Through the faint light emitted by the fire, Zhao Chen discovered that the wolf fur that came out of the back was actually silvery-white, and it was much larger than other wolves, like a Tibetan mastiff.

So, two words suddenly popped up in Zhao Chen's heart - wolf king.

He- this idiot howled those two throats just now to lure the wolf king out?

Although he knew that he shouldn't swear as a beautiful woman, Zhao Chen couldn't help but lean in, secretly blaming Yan Murong for being so stupid, this group of wolves had not yet been done, and they led the wolf king out again.

"Whew!" Yan Murong looked at the wolf king, and was also slightly surprised-this wolf king turned out to be silver-white fur.

"Whew!" When the wolf king saw Yan Murong screaming, it also raised its head and let out a long and high-pitched howl, then slowly walked in front of Yan Murong, raised its head and looked at Yan Murong, with a trace of inviolability in its eyes.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Yan Murong suddenly moved, kicked the ground with both feet, and pounced on the wolf king.

"Roar!"

The wolf king let out a roar, and his silver-white body jumped to the side, also rushing towards Yan Murong.

"Smack!"

Yan Murong was pounced on by the wolf king and fell directly to the ground, and before he could feel the pain of his butt being hit by a small stone, the wolf king pounced like a white lightning bolt.

Before he had time to get up, Yan Murong's knees arched slightly, and his hands grabbed the wolf king's two front paws that had already exposed their claws, and at the same time, his knees pressed its abdomen, as if he had fallen over the shoulder, throwing the wolf king out of his head.

The wolf king rolled around on the ground a few times, let out a long howl, shook the messy hair on his body, and stared at Yan Murong viciously.

It was provoked, and it hadn't fallen off yet-the Wolf King's dignity was insulted, and Yan Murong's eyes were even colder, as if he couldn't relieve the hatred in his heart without tearing Yan Murong Sheng apart.

"Come on." Yan Murong stood up and hooked his finger at the wolf king and said.

"Roar!"

The provoked wolf king let out a roar again, ran quickly, and suddenly jumped up, and his sharp claws grabbed Yan Murong's neck.

Yan Murong smiled, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was very weird.

The speed of the wolf king's pounce was fast, but Yan Murong's speed was not slow, at the same time as the wolf king pounced, Yan Murong's body suddenly flashed to the side, and the wolf king's pounce failed.

However, just before the wolf king landed, Yan Murong's punch also came out, directly hitting the wolf king's head. And the wolf king also let out a cry of pain, rolled on the ground several times, and fell far away.

ps: To send flowers to read books, to collect, long nights continue to roll all over the ground begging for flowers to collect!