Wang Jia looked at the warmth revealed in the wolf's eyes, and the grief in her heart eased slightly.

"Uncle Wolf Head, Jia'er is no longer a child, when my father died, Jia'er was by his side, and he will never come back."

When the wolf head heard Wang Jia's words, he saw that the corners of Wang Jia's mouth were slightly affected by a bleak smile, and the cold-blooded and ruthless wolf head also fell silent for a while.

He didn't know how to comfort Wang Jia, he would only kill people, he was a demon in the eyes of others, although he had no feelings for Wang Changgeng, the two of them were just using each other, but for Wang Jia, he was like his daughter.

The wolf head looked at Wang Jia quietly, and could only sigh slightly in his heart, although he couldn't comfort her, but if someone wanted to hurt Wang Jia, he would definitely fight with that person with his life.

"Miss, do you have any plans for the future?"

The wolf head looked at Wang Jia and seemed to have something else on his mind, although he didn't know how to comfort him, but after all, he had lived a lot of age, and he could see that this was wrong.

At that time, he was ordered to go out of the city to fight Xiao Han's Shence camp, and the wolf head and his subordinates Langya Pavilion never returned to Langya City.

The reason why he learned Wang Jia's whereabouts was that the wolf head inadvertently returned to Kyoto and heard about it.

After all, he was seriously injured, even with the help of Zhao Xiyan, the wolf head barely maintained his injury, but it would take some time to recover.

After meeting Yang Guang, the last plan in the wolf's heart was put aside for the time being, so he turned around and went to Kyoto.

At this moment, the Ye Dynasty, the invasion of foreign enemies in northern Xinjiang, many residents were displaced and left their homes, and the refugees who lost their homes fled south, and the wolf head just took the opportunity to blend in with the ranks of refugees and sneaked into Kyoto.

Wang Jia heard the wolf head ask himself like this, looked up at him suspiciously, and didn't understand the meaning of the words for a while.

What are your plans for the future? Since her father's death, Wang Jia has been deliberately avoiding this topic, she doesn't dare to think about it, in the future...

While there was no answer, her heart was full of desolation and lamentation, originally she thought that her plans for the rest of her life were on Chen Pingwu's body, but Chen Pingwu's words had already indicated her intentions, and the person in her heart was not herself.

Wang Jia laughed softly at herself, and complained: "Jia'er has nothing to do in the future, but she is just a superfluous person." ”

Seeing Wang Jia so self-pitying, the wolf head frowned, obviously didn't want her to give up on herself like this, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to comfort: "Miss, the prince is dead, and the grand plan has not been realized, doesn't Miss want to avenge the prince?" ”

Wang Jia turned around and walked into the room and sat down gently, after all, the two of them had been standing outside the door, and they were seen by the people in the house, which was not good after all.

The wolf head followed Wang Jia into the room, closed the door gently, and looked at Wang Jia tightly, hoping that her words would allow her to pick up some motivation again.

Wang Jia shook her head slightly, and said softly: "Jia'er is just a weak woman, how to avenge her father, besides, her father intended to rebel, and in the end, the matter was revealed and he committed suicide, who should Jia'er find to take revenge?" ”

"This..."

The wolf's eyes flickered, and he knew in his heart that he couldn't hope too much for Wang Jia, and after thinking for a while, he spoke in a low voice.

"Miss, maybe in your opinion, the prince died in fear of sin, but the real purpose of the prince is to save Miss's life."

The wolf's hoarse voice looked particularly tired and even a little sad in the watery night.

"You say... Father's protection for me? ”

Wang Jia looked at the wolf head with a puzzled face, how could she understand the depth of officialdom when she was not deeply involved in the world.

The wolf head looked at Wang Jia at a loss, nodded slightly, the wound on his chest began to attack again, and he choked on bloodshot in his lungs, and couldn't help coughing violently.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem! Ahem, ahem! ”

Seeing this, Wang Jia hurriedly stepped forward to support the wolf's head and asked him to sit down on a chair on the side.

When Wang Jia held the wolf's head, she found that the clothes thickly wrapped around the wolf's chest had been soaked with blood.

At the moment, it is dripping blood downwards wetly.

"Uncle Wolfhead, your... Your wounds! ”

Wang Jia sat down with the wolf's head in his hands, his hands were also stained red by the blood that seeped out, Wang Jia hurriedly turned around and went to the back room on the side and found some gold sore medicine.

"Miss, this... I'm fine. ”

The wolf head saw that Wang Jia was about to change his dressing, so he hurriedly raised his hand to refuse, after all, Wang Jia was like a noble princess in his eyes, and he was so dirty and embarrassed at the moment, for fear of tarnishing Wang Jia's eyes.

"Uncle Wolf Head, my father is dead, Jia'er is in this world, I'm afraid there will be no other relatives without you, let Jia'er help you bandage your wounds, if you also leave Jia'er, then Jia'er will really be alone."

Wang Jia took the medicine, found some clean bandages, looked at the wolf head who rejected him, and persuaded with extremely sincere eyes.

When the wolf head heard Wang Jia say this, his original expression of refusal was slightly shaken, and his raised hands were slightly lowered.

Wang Jia saw that the wolf's head no longer refused him, so he quietly took the strap and gold sore medicine and gave the wolf's head medicine.

Tear and pull!

Wang Jia used scissors to cut the shabby, mud-stained shirt on the wolf's head, gradually revealing the upper body, Wang Jia was almost shocked when she first saw the back of the wolf's head.

It's not so much the back of a wolf's head as the trunk of a dead tree.

The wolf's head is not only the back, but almost the entire upper body that Wang Jia can see, with strips of thickness and size, dense scars, scars, and all kinds of strange shapes.

These are all proofs that the wolf's head can survive.

Wang Jia looked at these dense scars, some deep and some shallow, and couldn't believe what the wolf head had experienced back then.

For a long time, the wolf head was just a little strange in Wang Jia's eyes, and the people in the house, many attendants around her father were very afraid of the wolf head, but the wolf head always smiled gently at her and spoke softly.

Only now, Wang Jia seems to understand why those people are afraid of the wolf's head, these scars, each of which seems to be enough to kill ordinary people, after experiencing so much, people who can still survive, even if it is themselves, will be so scared in their hearts.

Wang Jia didn't speak, and the wolf head also fell silent, the two of them sat quietly on the chair, the wolf head turned away to Wang Jia, Wang Jia quietly gave him the medicine, and then wrapped it in a bandage.

The wolf head found out for the first time that there was a person who bandaged his wounds, which was so warm, even if it was cold and windy outside at the moment, and his upper body was bare-chested, but the wolf head still felt that his heart was full of warmth.