After going back, the green fang became the coward again, and it wasn't until the next day that Jack and Soros realized that they were missing a dog, and they cursed "bad luck" in annoyance, and then set off, and no one suspected him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He found it a wonderful feeling that made him happy, so he often lured his enemies out of the camp with a knife from his Eskimo dog, and then suddenly turned his face and killed them with lightning speed.

He did it very secretively, and he booby-trapped more than a dozen dogs one after another without suspicion.

He could not understand all the words of the people, but could only guess a few, and that was enough, they said that a wolf demon lurked outside the camp, and that he himself had participated in several abrupt encirclements, once a dog, now a wolf, and a few poor worms who had come to steal food as his substitutes.

It's good, he's happy.

Of course, he didn't intend to let Lili go, but Lili was smarter and stronger than the other dogs, and he wouldn't be killed easily. If you can't resolve the fight quickly, you will attract other dogs, which means defeat.

Worse still, what he did in the past would be exposed, which would bring him terrible disaster. He can only choose to forbear, waiting for a better opportunity for revenge.

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In fact, his birth was already destined to be extraordinary. His mother is the best she-wolf in one of the most powerful snow wolf packs, led by Lexie, the wolf king on the south bank of the Yukon River, and his father is one of the most famous mountain mastiffs in the Northland.

If it weren't for that, the first moment his father met his mother, they would have died forever; If it weren't for that, the best she-wolf in the Lexei wolf pack would not have given up on the wolf king in favor of his father.

To date, the most majestic snow mastiff is half a year tall and comparable to a lion on the African savannah.

The green fang perfectly inherited his father's excellent genes, and before he was three years old, he had grown into the most burly and majestic existence in the camp, the size of a cheetah. His muscles are as hard as steel, his body is perfectly streamlined, and from behind him to the corners of his eyes, he has a beautiful flowing brown color that belongs to a wolf, which of course inherits his mother's excellent genes. And his teeth snapped together, as hard as springs made of steel. All of this was ignored by everyone and the dog in his usual cowering and timid fear.

While silently enduring the contempt and ridicule of humans and dogs, the green fang kept observing, kept learning, and kept arming himself, perhaps even he didn't realize it, but in just over a year, he had armed himself from the teeth to the head.

He never forgets to improve his hunting skills.

At this time, the ferocity of the mastiff and the cunning of the wolf are fully manifested, and there is no need to teach them at all, these excellent genes that lurk in his body and in every cell of him are all revived automatically. Or rather, this kind of cruel environment where life and death are on the line at all times is his best teacher. That's when you can see the difference between him and the dogs in the camp.

Whether it's a wolf or a dog, they're all canines, but he acts like a cat, moves softly, and sneaks like a cat. He ran fast through the jungle, enough to make crazy shadows appear, disappear, reappear, and disappear again.

After returning to the camp, he continued to hone himself, and there was one more way to improve his hunting skills, which used to be to hunt wild beasts silently, and still no one found out, and now there is one more, which is to hunt and kill the dogs in the camp.

The care he had done, and the reputation he had built up for cowardice over the past year or so, no one had associated it with him, and the dogs thought it was the wolves of the jungle who had killed the poor little ones.

He observes the world around him, he observes every person, even every dog. He is full of energy, his curiosity is boundless, and he also has the ferocity and cunning of a wolf and the fortitude and persistence of a mastiff, and he often does not look back until he has completely figured out a thing.

For more than a year of being with humans, he, as an outsider, completely stayed out of the way, calmly and tirelessly observing everything that happened to him, which in a way was one of the reasons why he had been staying in this ghost place.

In this forbearance, another two years passed, and the wolf's lifespan was about fifteen years, and the three-and-a-half-year-old green fangs were strong enough to deal with the dogs in the camp, all the dogs, without any problems.

His strength, his stamina, is stronger than all dogs; His energy, his fighting spirit, is incomparable to all dogs; The most important thing is wisdom, and all the wisdom of a dog together is not as good as a hair of his hair.

He is especially good at sneak attacks, which can often catch them off guard, and sudden evasion can often make those fools unable to turn around.

Now he is strong enough, but he has not left, revenge has not yet been completed, in addition, there is another doubt that haunts him, that is, the meaning of survival, this is a far more advanced question than survival, he has never been able to figure it out.

A chance event inspired him.

Thomas was a huskil, strong and burly, at least in his youth, and now he was too old to look good, with the only exception of work, and as soon as the reins were tied to his body, his aging body immediately burst into life, to the surprise of the green fang. On the way back from Baikal to the Rockies, his pace was slow and weak enough to slow down the work of the group, and Jack was kind enough to allow him to follow the sleigh and not have to work harder, but when it was time to set out, the elder Thomas limped back to his place and looked at Jack pleadingly. When Jack put the reins on Phyllis's body, old Thomas was furious and bit Phyllis like crazy, frightening the sled dogs, and Phyllis screamed and scurried around. As a last resort, Jack had to put the reins back on old Thomas, and old Thomas was overjoyed. Another day passed, and old Thomas even had problems walking, but he still didn't give up. This time even Jack couldn't do anything, and Thomas Sr. was right behind the sledding team, whimpering and screaming, and Jack had no choice but to kill him.

work, that's what old Thomas is all about.

Later, he found out that it was not just Thomas Sr., but all the dogs in the camp. Even Lili, who has become the king of dogs, is no exception. Being alive is certainly important, but these things are even more important. The praise of the people makes every dog ecstatic, and it is this inexplicable emotion that drives them forward and keeps them never stopping.

Every sled dog in the camp, as long as there is enough strength, will fight for the leading position, but the green fang has no interest in this, to be honest, although he also works, but he is really not an honest sled dog, it looks like he is sweating profusely, but in fact he can't work. But he also knows how to protect himself, and the most diligent dog in the team is certainly not him, but the laziest is certainly not him.

Gradually, after the coward, a second definition fell on him: the lazy.

His burly and majestic physique was completely out of proportion to the strength he could produce. Jack almost died of anger, and once he was so ruthless that he frantically whipped him with a whip, and he was dripping with blood. He immediately corrected his mistake and had a good attitude, but within two days, he relapsed. Jack couldn't do anything about it, and he had to let it go. This again provided a laughing stock for the gold digger circle, which greatly embarrassed Jack.

Job? This didn't attract him at all, so he still didn't find the meaning of his existence.