For hours, the green fang silently endured the torment of nightmares, trembling all over, baring its teeth, and biting the air fiercely. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Death raised his scythe to take the poor little creature away.

Suddenly, he woke up, immediately understood his current situation, and decisively fought his way out of the snow cave and began one last effort. Either find what he wants, or freeze to death outside, and he will never have a chance to walk back into the snow cave and enjoy the warmth.

To be honest, even he himself was in despair, his will had been defeated, and as for why this was still the case, it was purely the instinct of the body, and his soul and spirit had long since become his instincts, not only relying on the nerve center, but also living on his body.

Whether his spirit is parasitic in the nerve center or in the body can no longer be distinguished. The spirit that dwelt in the nerve center had surrendered, but his body decided not to go into the warm snow cave again—if he couldn't find the reindeer again, he would freeze himself to death.

God made a big joke on Qing Fang, when he rushed here, full of spirit, firmly believing that he would return the king and was ambitious, he ruthlessly swung a heavy punch, beating him all over the body, losing the qualification to live, but when he was destroyed according to God's wishes, completely desperate, God gave him a great gift.

He found most of the reindeer intact.

The green fang was stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes, and after half a sound, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, whining and screaming happily, running around the reindeer, and no longer calm.

He shouted, shouted, jumped, sang, and vented his pleasure unbridledly.

The reindeer have already been frozen into popsicles, so what does it matter, he doesn't care at all, even if he is frozen into stones, he has the ability to bite them! His spirit returned, and so did his indomitable will.

The cold and cruel winter finally passed, and the green fang miraculously survived, and when winter turned to spring, the earth recovered, and the food gradually increased, he began to hunt frantically, followed by crazy eating.

He abandoned the wolf's inherent hunting rules, and he would never let go of any small animal, even if it could only be sacrificed with teeth, especially rats. He no longer despised them, he respected them completely, and it was because of that gopher that he had a chance to reach his destination, so he treated them as equal opponents, and gave everything he could, not sparing any rat he encountered.

Kill your opponents, that's the highest respect he gives them.

The green fang quickly recovered from his weakness, the wound on his hind leg healed earlier, and when summer came, his muscles turned to steel again, and his tendons were strong and developed, and he unleashed his powerful magic unleashed unbridled so much that several beautiful she-wolves pursued him, which was extremely rare, and proved that he was undoubtedly extremely attractive, but he was all driven away by his ferocity. One of the iron rules of the wolf pack was that males should never attack females, and he still followed them, just baring his blue fangs at them, baring his teeth fiercely and viciously, and this alone was enough to make them retreat.

He knew it was his glory that they chased him, and that he shouldn't have done that to them, that it wasn't their fault, but the damage Jessica had done had continued to this day, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night and stare around in fear.

He rejected them, or more accurately, himself.

He rejects the past - he never compromises with himself, he never forgives his past.

Stubborn, like a child.

But he is no longer a child, from the Fermar Grand Canyon he killed humans, officially famous; From entering the wilderness and establishing his own exploits among the wolves assembled in winter, to being calculated by the precautionary Lexie because of this feat, and finally to the struggle of dying but refusing to die, he has never been a child.

He never relied on anyone, not even Jack's protection in the first place, which was not initiated by Jack.

He relied on his own wisdom.

As spring turned to summer, his hunting skills beyond the herd made him no longer have to worry about food, and when he dreamed, scenes from the past flashed through his mind, and only then did he realize that he had never been a child.

When his mother was killed, he was still so young, he was taken to another world by Jack, in order to survive, when those dogs of the same age gathered around to brag, when he played carefree, and when he was spoiled with his mother, he had to make himself strong as soon as possible, and his body was impossible, so he chose to strengthen his soul first.

Now we know that it was in that hour of death that his wisdom began to sprout, earlier than the body, and always stronger than the body.

Once in his sleep he actually dreamed of the mother who had long forgotten, that was the first and only time, the mother affectionately and lovingly licked his hair, scolded him for being naughty, what to do if he hurt himself, what to do if he was taken away by a sparrowhawk, what to do if he met a big lynx. He was whimpering and crying like a child, as he dreamed.

When he woke up, the warm and sentimental mood was still there, and he shook his head, forcing himself to forget, he rejected his weakness.

Since then, he has never dreamed of his mother, he has said goodbye to his mother in this way, his world no longer has her coordinates, let alone his mastiff father's strong stone.

Therefore, he said goodbye to his mother, to his mastiff father, and to his birth.

From this moment on, there was nothing in this world that could bind him.

When summer came, the green fangs began to prepare for revenge.

After stockpiling the meat of several reindeer and elk, he got up and ran towards the middle of the Yukon River, and began to wander the northern country again, arming himself with all possible strength, and persevering in pursuit of the enemy's tracks.

The hard work paid off, and soon he found Lexie, in the grassland, thirty miles north of the Nilt Valley, there were eleven wolves, Sammy and Jessica were all among them, but the wolf queen was not Jessica, but a she-wolf named Hathaway, she was beautiful, and strong, and not to be underestimated, her incomparable intelligence. For any wolf, this is a stunner that is difficult to ignore, and even the green fang is slightly stunned and attracted to her. Jessica was too young to compare to her.

In fact, she skillfully and lightly defused Jessica's challenge, and that wisdom impressed the green fang even more, and he was even sure that Jessica would never reach that height for the rest of her life.

Like him, she is also the best, the top kind, even Lexie with her is a little shabby, she herself seems to know this, so she always has a lazy posture, Lexie can't arouse her interest, her tenderness and sweetness are all given to her three children, all of them, all small, sturdy male wolf cubs, like Lexie, with a lock of very conspicuous white hair on her forehead.

The green fang silently remembered the appearance of these three wolf cubs, and he not only wanted to destroy Rex, but also would never let his offspring go.