The reason why the green fang was able to escape was completely composed of countless accidents. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIf he hadn't entered human society, he might not have been so familiar with the middle place, and he would definitely die. If Jessica had bitten off one of his legs, she would have died. If he had revealed in advance that he was extremely familiar with this place, Lexus would definitely not have done it, and he would definitely die next time.

In fact, for Qing Fang, when he understood everything, he should have left without hesitation, but he was too aggrieved and too angry, and the pathos generated by this extremely complex emotion completely swallowed his reason, and it had extremely serious consequences, almost killing him, which was the price he paid for his irrationality - although he fled, he was seriously injured and on the verge of dying.

The wolves are still wolves, and the sudden disappearance of the green fangs has not had much impact on the wolves, and several male wolves such as Kaka and Lucas, who formed friendships in the battle, keenly felt the ominousness, and all closed their mouths, and no one dared to say anything.

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White.

The green fang lowered his body and walked alone in the wasteland, and as far as the eye could see, it was all white. The cold invaded his body mercilessly, the vast prairie, he became the only existence, loneliness surrounded him like air, but he was not afraid of this, he even enjoyed it a little.

Loneliness is not the problem, it is his health that is the problem.

More than a month has passed, and his weight has lost to an unprecedented and terrifying level, and the injuries on his hind legs have not yet fully healed. It's not a sunny summer. He felt that he had become thin into a thin piece of paper, that he could no longer withstand any ordeal, that a gust of wind could easily blow him down, that life was disappearing from his body little by little, and that his heart was beating slowly and weakly.

Of course, his spirit has not been defeated, which is the fundamental reason why he has been able to persist all the way to the present, but the cruel reality tells him that his body has long been unable to match his soul. Hunger and pain tormented his body and his spirit, but he refused to give in, refused to give up the struggle for his life, so he headed north, towards the more bitter North Pole.

He was already too weak, too weak to be taken in by any of the wolves. He is proud, and even if there are wolves who pity him and shelter him, he will never spoil his dignity. He is even wiser, knowing that he is in this state at the moment, and then vainly trying to blend in with other wolves, it is simply telling others that it is good, and he has pity on me. He can't make any contribution, it's just a burden to the wolves, and before he can integrate, he becomes food for the wolves to spend the winter.

In the northern wasteland, while worshipping the strong, it has always been customary to despise the weak.

The north wind howled like a demon's whimper.

Three weeks, up to now, he has been hungry for three weeks, and the last time he ate was when he was still strong, and with some luck, he decisively got a snow mole that was just like him, and had bad luck. He never knew what the snow mole tasted like, because he had not been dismissive before, but now he ...... The delicacy of the gopher was still lingering in his mind, and every time he dreamed, he always dreamed of a large group of gophers surrounding him, eating as much as he wanted, and often at this time he would be woken up by hunger, and had to shake his head and force himself to continue to sleep in pain.

Of course, along the way to the north, he also encountered prey, a pair of white bear mother and son. God, the bear cub is so delicious, but the mother bear is so big and so majestic. Then again, he took them as prey, and why didn't they treat him as prey? The truth is that in order to avoid encountering them, he changed his course early, and Gray Yoo chose to escape, and the question of who is the prey could not be more obvious.

Every time a north wind blew, he would shiver with cold, and his thin and terrible body would collapse at the sight of it, but his spirit would not allow it. It is true that he is weak, but in the battle with the north wind, he wins, not by his body, but by his indomitable spirit. Nature was ready to take his life, but the life that flowed within him was also rejected.

So, he is still alive and has come to the wilderness near the Arctic, the northern land, which is his ultimate goal. He was too weak to hunt any prey, but he still remembered that he had reached as far as he had been here during his summer wanderings throughout the Northland, and had buried most of the reindeer here, as human society had learned, and that it was only his only chance.

If the reindeer is still there, and it hasn't rotted yet, and is found by him, he can survive this winter, and he still has a chance for revenge, and he is still the wolf whose wisdom has reached the end of the whole family, otherwise, there is nothing, and his wisdom will be blown away by the north wind, and there is no possibility of inheritance.

Let us praise life and the struggle of life, and even more so the most primitive roughness and throbbing.

There is no doubt about the strong adaptability and strong genetic inheritance of the green fang. The dogs live on humans, so they don't have to store food at all, and if they don't have a need, they won't learn, but Qingfang won't, because he's not a dog.

He was curious about all the unfathomable abilities of human beings, extremely curious, he didn't know what bacteria were, and he could never understand the storage principle of the system, so he still didn't know how to store it.

If it weren't for the tenacious will of the reindeer last summer, they wouldn't have come here at all, and the green fang would not have learned to store meat in the cold and snow, but the creator is fair, he admired the vigorous vitality displayed by the green fang, so he arranged countless coincidences, and these coincidences finally formed a point: the green fang learned to store food in the ice and snow!

Although he had reached his destination, the smell of summer had long since been blown away by the north winds, and to make matters worse, he was dying, and if he could not find the half of the reindeer for meat, the tenacious soul would not be able to save his body if he could not find most of the reindeer.

He immediately began a search, and after a full day, he was so tired that he could not move, and the food was still gone.

He lay on his stomach in the warm snow cave that had been dug long ago, refusing to go out, thinking that maybe he would die like this, and all the suffering would pass, which would not be bad. When this thought came to his mind, his spirit began to succumb, and the strict defense of his soul became flawed.

So he fell into a fainting dream, motionless, and the dream came to visit, but it was not a snow mole's dream, but a nightmare, and he howled fiercely, and did not spare Lexus, nor the Mastiff, nor Wilson, nor all of them, but even those whom he had long since slain, for they all came to laugh at him and curse him.

Death had come to visit the poor little fellow at last, and to take him with him, and by the way, his short life of suffering and struggle.