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The big weasel suddenly bit him with a fierce temperament, the wolf was startled, and he also smelled a terrifying breath of fear, which was the same as the feeling of being attacked by the green krait, it was the inhibiting breath of the natural enemy, but the degree was much more terrifying, especially the big weasel had a bad breath on his body, which made him feel very uncomfortable physically and mentally, and his heart was frightened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the sky wolf is a human soul, and the spirit is strong, so it was not frightened, but it also shrank into the depths of the crack with a cold heart.

As soon as he retreated a meter or two deep into the crack, he suddenly heard a sparse sound coming from the crack.

The wolf looked back, and in the dark cracks in the stones, he saw several small red snakes, swimming towards him.

These small red snakes, only twenty or thirty centimeters long, can be dazzling in color, with a triangular head, which is obviously highly poisonous, and is probably more than the green krait.

Seeing the little red viper, the wolf was no longer as scared as before, but his scalp was numb with fear.

The snake letters of these small red snakes seemed to sense his prey, and they shot at him.

The speed is really not ordinarily fast, one after another red insinuations are shooting, if it is an ordinary mouse, I am afraid that it will be bitten on the spot and be hit. But the Sky Wolf is not an ordinary black rat, but a potential spirit rat that can cultivate.

But even so, the wolf did not dare to be careless, his eyes keenly caught the small red snake that shot him, supported the body of the rat with his hind feet, quickly dodged, and at the same time stretched out his small claws.

For those small poisonous snakes that can't be completely avoided, just scratch off with two claws.

The wolf scratched a few and looked for a way out, but there seemed to be a lot of small red snakes in the cracks in the stones, and their snake letters sensed him, and from a few cracks, a wave of red snakes rolled out, and at least a dozen small red snakes crowded together and pounced on him.

For poisonous snakes, the wolf is still a little afraid, not to mention that there are still so many, and his scalp is numb, but at this critical juncture, he still came up with a way.

There were no cracks in the rock wall beside him, so he found a whole rock wall, made a rat hole in it, and kept digging deeper.

The wolf punched the hole as if frightened, and it was very fast.

In less than a moment, it was several meters deep.

The wolf blocked the rat hole with gravel in the back.

Snakes don't make holes, and the wolf looked back at the hole blocked by rubble, and waited for half a minute, but no snake came, and seemed to be stopped outside the rat hole.

The wolf sat on the ground and panted heavily, but before the breath was even, the blocked gravel rolled a little, and one or two small snakes collapsed the gravel and squeezed in through the crack in the rubble.

The wolf scolded me, it's really sticky.

As he spoke, he jumped up and ran to the mouth of the clogged gravel hole.

The wolf stretched out his little claws and grabbed the body of a small red snake.

The little red snake is very spiritual, in his little claws, twisting and twisting, and twisting its head to bite him.

I don't know if it was because it felt threatened, or for some other reason, the little red snake also squirted a few drops of transparent venom from its fangs.

The wolf reacted quickly, but he was still startled by the sudden poison spray of the little red snake, and reflexively raised his hand and smashed the little snake on the rock, and directly came to the brain.

A small red snake crawled out again, and the wolf was very cautious this time, and as soon as he grabbed it, he grabbed its head, and the body of the little snake wrapped around his forelimbs.

The wolf looked at this little snake very smart, not like an ordinary snake, so he understood his thoughts, bit through its snake skin, used the spirit eating technique, and devoured its blood essence.

This blood essence not only wraps the snake blood, but also its snake gall essence.

The wolf swallowed this blood essence, licked his mouth, and secretly thought that although this little red snake was small, the life essence was really not weak, and it was of great benefit to himself, and it felt very good.

The wolf squeezed out a large crack in the pile of rubble, and successively released several small red snakes, devouring their blood essence.

Easily solved the red snake, the wolf's nervous mood stabilized, and he wondered how the red snake could be dispatched in groups?

He felt that it was impossible to think that he was, most likely, a weasel.

Maybe it's the bloody rabbit meat that caused it, or maybe the little red snake has long coveted these two weasels.

The wolf wanted to see it clearly, so he made a hole in the rock wall, hit the cave, and immediately saw no less than a hundred small red snakes, pouring into the hole, besieging the two big weasels, secretly thinking that it was really for the weasel.

The big weasel reacted quickly and fought fiercely, scratching and biting in the snakes, and releasing skunk gas, killing many small poisonous snakes.

However, his purpose is to let the female weasel break through, not to fight and escape for his life unilaterally.

The big weasel did fight a bloody way in the group of poisonous snakes, covering the female weasel to quickly escape outside the cave, however, his body was crawling with small red snakes, even if the fur was thick, he could not hold many snakes.

As soon as the wolf took a few looks, he saw the big weasel fall around the corner of the cave.

In an instant, the body of the big weasel was overwhelmed by the small red snake, but the wolf could see from the direction of his head, even if he died, he looked at the female weasel, hoping that it would escape.

In the end, I don't know what the big weasel saw, and in the last moments of his life, he made a desolate and unwilling voice. The wolf estimated that the female weasel was more than lucky.

The big weasel sacrificed his life for his wife and children, and the wolf was a little touched when he saw it.

Who said beasts were cold-blooded?

In fact, they are richer and purer than human feelings.

The wolf couldn't help but pounce from the crack in the stone, ran with his two hind legs, and rushed towards the mouth of the cave.

Seeing a little red snake pounce, he quickly stretched out his claws, pinched the head of the little snake as accurately as electricity, one by one, and plundered their blood essence.

After devouring the blood essence of seven or eight small red snakes, the wolf came to the corpse of the big weasel.

The little red snakes seemed to have spotted him as an intruder, and they all came down from the weasel's carcass and pounced on him.

There were too many of them, and the wolf didn't dare to approach the big weasel, but just sighed and looked at it twice, and then he ran fast and ran towards the hole with two hind legs.

In the face of the small snake that pounced, the wolf waved his claws and accurately cut them off one by one.

When he got out of the hole, he saw the she-weasel limping to the bottom of a large rock, and there were several small snakes on her, followed by seven or eight.

The she-weasel stretched out her forelimbs and climbed up the big rock, not knowing what she wanted to do?

With doubts, the wolf rushed towards the big stone, but saw that the female weasel, who had not yet climbed to the top of the stone, suddenly tilted her head, obviously with a strong poison, and her head drooped on the stone and slid down.

With a snap, the she-weasel smashed to the ground, but her stomach was facing up, not hitting the baby in her belly.

The little red snake, which was in or around the she-weasel, was a little surprised by the heavy fall, and scattered, but soon surrounded her again and tore at her.

The wolf sped up and reached her side, stretched out his claws, and scratched and bit the little red snakes one after another, devouring their blood essence.

The she-weasel had not yet been poisoned, and seemed to see the wolf, her chaotic eyes lit up, and she stared at him with burning eyes.