Since the time the wolf king pounced, Yang Feng had been like a dream.

The black and white world in the dream made him feel an indescribable absurdity and weirdness, and it was also weird that he was in the dream.

In that strange dream, he watched from mid-air like a bystander from a third-person perspective as the wolf king pounced on him, and the wolf king even grabbed a deep groove in the ground when he jumped and kicked the ground, and he watched as such a pair of claws slapped on his hands.

To be precise, it was taken by his own hand.

The "he" on the ground opened his eyes, his eyes were glowing with a strange red light, like two flickering flames rising wantonly, the pair of blood pupils stared at the wolf king's eyes with endless killing intent, and at that moment, he saw a touch of timidity appear on the wolf king's face.

But in an instant, the wolf king opened his bloody mouth and bit down on his neck, with the size of the wolf king, he was completely able to tear his head off his neck in one bite.

But the wolf king's fangs pierced the air, and his body disappeared out of thin air from under the wolf king's body as if it had suddenly evaporated, and when the wolf king reacted, "he" was already riding on the wolf king's back.

With a thunderous "click", Yang Feng watched his body twist the neck of the wolf king with his bare hands, and until the few seconds when the wolf king lost his breath, this tiger-like burly wolf didn't even make any sound, not so much that it was the wolf king, but that it was a lamb that was hung on the gallows, and had no power to resist.

"He" jumped down from the corpse of the wolf king, stood opposite the wolf pack and stared at the dozen pairs of eyes in front of him that were steaming in the dark, and the identity of the hunter and the prey had undergone a shocking reversal in just a few minutes.

"He" walked towards the wolves step by step, his body was so thin and small in the night, but the wolves were forced to retreat again and again by him, as if there were thousands of troops in front of them.

There was a mournful howl among the wolves, as if they were grieving for the dead wolf king and the wolf queen, and some of them were grinding their teeth in secret, but when they saw the pair of blood pupils floating in the darkness in front of them, all anger came to naught.

"He" moved his muscles, the joints of his body crackled, and the wolves in front of him clipped their tails in submission, and they retreated faster and faster, as if the red-eyed boy in front of him was something terrible.

Eventually, the wolves retreated from a safe distance and fled, but the dream didn't end there.

Yang Feng looked at his body and put the body of the wolf king on his shoulder, it stands to reason that even an adult of this size of the wolf king may not be able to carry it so easily, with his small body, he can actually make such an "anti-human" operation......

"Whatever, it's a dream anyway. ”

He watched as he carried the wolf king to the old king's tent again, and shook the brass bell hanging outside the tent.

"Lao Wang, the goods are here. His body said.

However, there is no light in the tent, and it seems that Lao Wang has already slept.

"Oh, oh, it's too late today!, I won't take anything!" came the voice of Lao Wang in the tent with a hint of getting up.

"You're absolutely satisfied!" he said, standing in front of the tent.

"If you are not satisfied, you won't be able to take it back if you collect it again, even if the wolf king comes today, you won't accept it!" said Lao Wang helplessly.

"The Wolf King is here. ”

There was a sound in the tent, and then there was a sound of ping-pong, and then Lao Wang squinted and poked his head out of the tent.

When Lao Wang saw Yang Feng and the behemoth on his shoulder, his small eyes, which had been narrowed into a slit, suddenly glared as if he had seen a ghost alive.

"This, this," Lao Wang pointed at Yang Feng, and he was speechless for a while.

He has been doing this for so many years, although he has also seen the wolf king, but they are all hunted by people with modern weapons, and the wolf skin is either bullet holes or knife marks, but it is the first time he has seen the wolf king who is still hot with the corpse on his back like this.

"Do you want it?" Yang Feng bent down with a wicked smile on his face and put his face in front of Lao Wang.

Lao Wang star-eyed, nodded hard, "Yes!"

"Five hundred. ”

Lao Wang was stunned, "This! Xiaofeng ...... It's a bit pricey......."

Yang Feng rolled his eyes, and said in the tone of Lao Wang's speech: "Who said anything just now, 'Tonight is the wolf king, and I won't accept it.'" ’”

Lao Wang's face was dark, although Yang Feng's bid was indeed a little expensive, but now this kind of wolf king skin is really a "rare treasure" in his eyes.

"Okay! Five hundred is five hundred!" Old Wang gritted his teeth and came out of the tent against the biting autumn wind, with only one big pants on his body.

"The manual cost is one hundred, the transportation fee is one hundred, and the intact and undamaged quality is added another hundred, for a total of eight hundred. Yang Feng said, holding the wolf king with one hand and reaching out to the old king with the other.

"You! Why are you still raising the price! Your wolf king's origin is unknown, minus three hundred, or five hundred!" Lao Wang waved his hand, wearing pants and circling around Yang Feng, looking at the wolf king on his shoulder for a while, and looking at him with great doubts for a while.

Yang Feng frowned, his eyes staring directly at Lao Wang, "Besides, I'm still rising." ”

Lao Wang was stunned for a moment, waved his hand helplessly, indicating that he was "willing to compromise", and then opened the tent and motioned for Yang Feng to go in and "inspect the goods" with him.

"The goods are genuine, if you are fake, you will lose ten, hurry up and give me the money and I will leave, and then drag me to really increase the price." Yang Feng said impatiently.

When he saw this scene, the real Yang Feng couldn't help but ridicule this "dream" from his heart, but then again, the self in the dream did seem to be more economically minded than the real self.

"Okay, Yang Feng...... I've been in this business for seven years, and I haven't seen anyone get a complete wolf king skin, and Lao Tzu has eight hundred yuan left over his body, you left me a lonely one!" Lao Wang said with a big grin, took out a small black cloth bag from under the pillow, and without looking at it, he directly grabbed a handful of banknotes inside and stuffed it into Yang Feng's hand.

Yang Feng took a cursory look and saw that there was a lot of change, and it was indeed seven or eight hundred, but he didn't care about it.

"Gone. Yang Feng said, gently put the body of the wolf king on the ground, and then turned his head and walked out of the tent, his consciousness seemed to be integrated into the starry sky, and gradually turned into darkness......

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Yang Feng's first feeling after recovering his consciousness was that there was a very soft thing rubbing his face, and at the same time, there was a milky "hum" sound.

The cool breeze in the second half of the night rushed through his dirty coarse cloth shirt and into his clothes, and he shivered immediately.

The sound of "chirp" was right in front of you.

Yang Feng was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a pair of watery Kazlan eyes in front of him, there was a pink and tender little nose under those big eyes, and a silky little tongue licking his face under the small nose.

He "rubbed" his head to the side, and then the little furry creature staggered after him, sat down next to his head, curled up into a small ball, and lay down beside his neck.

Yang Feng recognized it at a glance, this was a little wolf, a little milk wolf with unfinished fur.

He swallowed his spit, sat up from the ground, and found himself still lying in the small wasteland where he had encountered the wolf king.

But his body was as if he had just finished a marathon, and the bones in his body were almost falling apart, and there was nothing on his body that didn't hurt.

When the little wolf saw him get up, he rubbed his body against him again, as if he was afraid that he would be gone.

Yang Feng looked down at this little wolf who was about the same size as his feet, and he could see that this little wolf was the descendant of the wolf king and the wolf queen.

Thinking of the wolf king, Yang Feng subconsciously touched his pocket, and from the moment he touched the bulge on his pants, fear suddenly exploded from his mind.

That's not a dream!

He does have a lot of money in his pocket!

Thinking about it, he put his hand in his pocket and grabbed the money that Lao Wang gave him.

He sat there for a full dozen seconds, during which time he replayed the dream in his head.

Under the control of something, he killed the wolf king with his bare hands?

The little wolf below him rubbed against him again, probably hungry.

According to Yang Feng's cognition, this little wolf should be a "premature baby", because normally, the breeding period of wolves is about the end of winter and early spring, and if the baby wolf is born too early, it is difficult to survive the long winter.

Yang Feng lowered his head, and suddenly smelled an indescribable fishy smell from himself, and as soon as he touched it, he suddenly felt a slimy thing from the position of his collar, and the source of the fishy smell was here.

This is the saliva left by the wolf king when he was fighting with him, and the little wolf probably followed his father's scent all the way here, and then regarded Yang Feng as the wolf king.

Because Yang Feng's coat was already stained with a layer of wolf hair, coupled with the wolf king's saliva on his collar, such a young wolf should only be able to judge whether this is his parents by smell.

This made it difficult for Yang Feng, now that the bodies of the wolf king and the wolf queen were in Lao Wang's tent, who would have thought that these two wolves would leave the wolf species so early, and the wolf species would also find themselves here by magic?

Another gust of cold wind blew, Yang Feng's hands and feet had already become cold like a dead corpse, he couldn't help but sneeze loudly, he didn't expect this little wolf to be afraid, he still shrank beside him, shivering under the destruction of the cold wind, if he left this little wolf here, I'm afraid it might not even live for two days......

"Little wolf?" he whispered, the fluffy ball beneath him lifted its head and stared at him with the big Kazlan eyes that reflected the moon and the stars.

The big head shivered in the cold wind, but its eyes were filled with a weak but indestructible trust.

"Let's go, I'll take you home. Yang Feng said, picked up the little wolf, and staggered in the direction of home.

Now he began to wonder if he had "something wrong with his brain", because even if he had a problem with his brain, he could always hear another voice, but personally, he simply couldn't do that fast and powerful......

Now even if he is given a quick knife, he may not be able to win the wolf king, let alone in the dream, directly twisting the wolf king's neck with his bare hands?

In the dark, he felt that all this was inseparable from that voice, and he had to ask that voice to understand when he went back tonight......