The green fang successfully broke through, and once again slaughtered from the encirclement of the dogs, and ran wildly towards the Ferma Grand Canyon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This mad dog!" "Just an idiot!" "Hey, what a pity, what a dog!" People already understood what he was going to do, and unscrupulously ridiculed, ridiculed, lamented, and evaluated.

Qing Fang didn't care, he accelerated, accelerated, accelerated, and accelerated again, increasing the speed of the sprint to the peak, while also regulating the strength of the muscles, the power of every cell! Rushing to the Grand Canyon of Ferma, without hesitation, at the very edge of the cliff, he jumped out. Sou! Draw a perfect arc in the air, and that's not jumping, it's flying! Then, in the eyes of all people, he crossed the impossible in the eyes of everyone, created a miracle again, and landed safely on the other side.

With a click, it was like a black-and-white movie, and suddenly someone pressed the pause button.

The hustle and bustle stops abruptly, the air no longer flows, and time stops here.

Everyone was stunned, and the shock occupied their hearts for a long time. Even the dog's mouth opened wide in surprise. Kim muttered in disbelief, "God, how is this possible, how is this possible......"

Bang!

The smell of gunpowder was pervasive, but a gunshot rang out, and it hit the green fang's tail, blood splattered, and half of the tail fell to the ground—Wilson fired!

"Hey, listen up, you're mine!" Wilson shouted at the green fang.

The green fang turned around, as if it was the pit bull just now, silently suffering the pain of a broken tail. He didn't even show his fangs. He knew it wasn't going to work. He just looked at Wilson calmly and indifferently.

Wilson snorted and spat out the cigar in his mouth so that the green fang could recognize his face.

"We'll definitely meet again, right? Then see clearly, your master is me, now you know! Wilson smiled at the green fang, and the people were stunned, finally believing that he was really crazy.

On the other side, the green fang turned and ran down the hill, and soon disappeared.

"Wilson, you'd better not mess with him, you've seen the fate of Jack and Soros. He's no ordinary wolf! ”

"Of course I do. I have a hunch that we will meet again, whether he comes to me or I go to him, I really look forward to it. Wilson looked at the other side almost in fascination, his gaze deep and distant.

Although it was only the first time they met, it was obvious that he had seen all the feats of the green fang before, coupled with the anecdotes related to the green fang he heard on the road, he had already become the one who was most familiar with the green fang in the world.

Although it was only a short twenty minutes, he knew more about the green fang than anyone else.

Wilson knows.

He is jealous of evil.

He will repay his eyes.

He was fierce and resolute.

He is cunning and ruthless.

He is the only and unparalleled wolf in this world.

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The green fang came down from the peak, turned into a ghost, and crept into the jungle. Now that he has only half a tail left, he doesn't yet know what a perfect tail means to a wolf, and he will understand it soon.

The wound was still dripping blood, he had already replenished enough energy before leaving, and now that it was the summer with the most abundant food sources, he didn't have to worry about food at all, so for the next three days, he didn't have to do anything, just wait for the wound to heal slowly.

Summer, hot, gentle, sensual, and of course beautiful.

As long as the wound healed three or four times as much as in winter, he descended the mountain and ran all the way out of the Nilt Valley, down the Rocky Mountains to the east, through the endless prairies, and soon came to the Garr, which was also a tributary of the Yukon River.

He flicked his tail, endured the pain, and cleaned the wound briefly, by this time a day had passed, and by the river he saw a flocking of playful beavers, and now it was the season for all things to reproduce and feed the next generation, a family of beavers, there were ten of them, four of them were adults, and six were three months in size.

The nature of the killer suddenly revived at the sight of these poor little creatures, and he lowered his body, his belly barely touching the ground by a finger, and approached silently under the cover of gray grass. Soon they were within a leap of distance, and the beaver parents realized it, and suddenly jumped into the river in unison, their tails constantly slapping the water, alerting their children and other companions.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The green fang jumped, clicked, and easily bit off the neck of a little beaver, and at the same time, along with the jump, there were wolf claws as hard as steel, and a little beaver was stunned by him at once.

Ignoring the frightened screams of the beavers, he lowered his head and put the two little beavers together and held them in his mouth. He didn't even look at the poor creatures, but turned and walked away, with a vigorous and agile step.

Although the green fang grows in human society, it is a form of order that is closer to the primitive state, where the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive. He was fundamentally different from the dogs of Lilly and Thomas Sr., and everyone thought he had succumbed, but this was not the case.

He has always been his own, he is loyal only to himself, his honor, his accomplishments, his joys, his sorrows, all for himself.

From the killing of his mother to the fact that he was brought back to the gold rush camp for nearly two years, he also worked silently like other dogs, silently endured everything, but more accurately, he did not belong there for a moment, he was more like a calm and indifferent observer who stayed out of things, he was a beast who was good at observing and learning.

The beast's strong and tenacious vitality is far from being comparable to that of poultry. After only one day, the bloody wound had completely crusted over, and after a few days, the wound had healed for the most part.

For wolves, the tail is not only a symbol of beauty, but also plays a role in balancing the body.

The green fang showed strong adaptation again, half of the gray wolf's tail swayed from side to side, and his body was able to balance again, and it only took him a few days of training to fully master this technique, and he also remembered the person who interrupted half of his wolf's tail again.

The wolf's memory is short. If the she-wolf is separated from her children, it will only be a year, and she will never remember it again, of course, the memory is short, and the second is that most of her energy will fall into the next litter of wolf cubs, and she will have no time to care.

For the beasts that live in the wasteland, smell is more useful than memory, and the wolf asserts its sovereignty by urinating.

Qing Fang will never forget, and at the same time, for the sake of double insurance, he also firmly remembers the smell of the murderer, and in the future, even if he really forgets, once he smells it again, he will immediately recall all this.

For Green Fang, now is the time to take on the challenge of the wilderness, and he is ready and ready to go.