No wonder!

She wondered just now, how did it pass through the thorny jungle? It turned out that it was already injured. The bloody wounds on its hind legs, the red and snow-white wool, looking at its innocent eyes, the heart of the flower fat mist throbbed and hurt.

It's all because she didn't hold it, otherwise, it wouldn't have hurt.

She also kicked it.

The little sheep didn't care, and arched the herb in front of her. The flower fat mist felt a little guilty, rubbed its buttocks for it, lifted the herbs again, put them in the sun, rotated and observed, and quickly recalled the "Hundred Herbs Immortal Sutra" of Xianmen.

Isn't this ghost needle grass?

The little fat sheep ignored the leg injury, limped and lame, and brought something black and not slippery.

The flower resin mist was surprised: "He Shou Wu, how did you find it?" ”

The little sheep wagged its tail and raised its little nose flatteringly.

She asked tentatively, "Do you smell that?" ”

The little sheep nodded.

Flower Fat Mist looked at it, and then looked at the ghost needle grass and He Shou Wu in his hand, these are all essential materials for refining Jinyuan Dan!

It turns out that this little fat sheep has such ability, no wonder, Dugu Fengxi will send it to Qifu, it can be seen that the fairy gate spirit beast is indeed extraordinary!

After pondering the flower fat mist, following the little fat sheep and carrying the Qi Mansion on his back, he could collect some herbs that could be used in alchemy, improve his physique as soon as possible, and help him cultivate.

"Baaa! Baa! ”

The little lamb bit the corner of her skirt and suddenly screamed.

The resin mist retracted her thoughts and looked down at it.

The little sheep's eyes were gathered behind him, his eyes were frightened, his tail was clenched, he trembled, his hooves trembled and grasped the ground, and he pulled her to the side one by one!

A chilling gloomy atmosphere enveloped the land. The deep and latent murderous aura, the long grudge, from far to near, slowly, slowly, came over.

She turned her head.

A group of green eyes surrounded them, filthy and knotted gray hair, lean physique, saliva running down the sharp teeth, bowed like arrows, ready to attack.

Wolf!

More than one!

It's not your average wolf, it's a bone-eating wolf.

Flower Fat Mist has seen in Xianmen's "Hundred Beasts Pilaga Book", the bone eroding wolf is a spirit beast, living in the depths of the forest, good at attacking and sneak attacks, their teeth are harder than steel, can bite stones, three times more powerful than ordinary wolves!

A flexible and sharp black shadow, silent, ambushing and killing.

The flower butter mist shuddered, her pupils tightened, and she took a few cautious steps back. My mind was full of doubts - how could there be so many bone-eating wolves here?

But this doubt is not the most critical, she is mortal, how to escape from the wolves is the problem that needs to be solved urgently.

In an instant, the resin mist thought of many ways.

For example, escape.

But this little fat sheep with a stab on his hind leg will definitely not be able to escape. Besides, she was a woman, and the way down the mountain was full of potholes and poison, and her vision was tightly blocked by tree branches, and if she didn't die in the wolf's mouth, she would have to fall half-crippled.

Or else, call for help?

This barren mountain range, there is no one around, and the lanterns are written not to go up the mountain, is it possible to wait for a Da Luo fairy to fall from the sky to save her from fire and water?

That can only be spelled.

Hard fighting, can't take advantage of it, and fight wits ......

Fight the hell!

It's a pack of bone-eating wolves.

The flower fat mist quickly pulled out the soft sword, one person and one sheep, ready to fight to the death!

In the two eyes of the wolf king, there was a faint and fierce light, the front legs were stretched forward, the hind legs were slightly bent, and he approached very vigilantly, putting on a swooping posture. The rest of the bone-eating wolves, in a state of encirclement, gradually approached.

She only hoped that this group of wolves had not been hungry for too long.