She has a shadow, she shouldn't be a ghost, Ding Mao thought.

Don't blame him for thinking crankily, Ding Mao lives so big, he has never seen such a strong little girl.

That's seven wolves, and even when hunting in a pack, it would be tricky to encounter so many wolves, and a little girl actually killed them all.

Seeing the appearance of those wolf skulls with broken heads and flowers, Ding Mao couldn't help but think about it.

What would happen if those fists landed on his head.

I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to think about it, the little girl is so strong.

"How are you, how's the injury?"

Ding Mao was covered with scars, and his face was splashed with blood, both his and wolf's. In contrast, Shu Ange's body is refreshing, as if he has come to the mountains to go green.

He is always in the mountains on weekdays, except for going down the mountain every once in a while to exchange some food with people, and rarely interacting with people the rest of the time.

There are very few opportunities to deal with girls of the same age, and Ding Mao is dedicated to his life, but he doesn't feel anything.

Now that Shu Ange was talking to him, he panicked for no reason.

"I'm fine, I have some skin injuries. Thank you for the girl's life-saving grace, Ding Mao has nothing to repay, he can only keep the girl's great kindness in mind, and you can let me do whatever I want in the future. ”

Ding Mao had never read a book, and his answer was very simple, Shu Ange appreciated him more and more, and had the idea of making friends with him: "It's not a great kindness, it's just just a coincidence, why are you called Ding Mao?" ”

The Dali Dynasty used the Ganzhi year, and people took the name of the era to make Shu Ange extraordinarily fresh, just like meeting a person named 2019 on the street.

Ding Mao didn't care, no one cared about his name, and no one wanted to say so much to him: "I was born in the year of Ding Mao, and my father was illiterate, so he gave me the name Ding Mao." ”

His casual answer made Shu Ange laugh out loud: "You are really interesting, you can fight so many prey at such a young age, it's amazing." ”

When she praised her, Ding Maozhen's face burned, and he stammered and explained: "I accidentally ran into a pack of wolves, and I didn't want to fight wolves." If it weren't for the girl's appearance, I would have been dragged away by the wolves today, and I wouldn't even have a complete skeleton left. ”

is really a simple and good boy, not proud of himself, and very polite.

"You are very powerful, ordinary people are scared to death when they encounter so many wolves, and you can still fight them for so long."

"No, it's not great."

After the catastrophe of life and death, Ding Mao was in pain all over his body, and he was embarrassed to show it in front of the little girl, so he could only support himself to the death.

Who is Shu Ange, where can I not see Ding Mao's pain.

"Do you have any gold sore medicine with you? Wolf venom is very dangerous, and the wounds on your body must be medicated in time, otherwise it is easy to suppurate and fester. ”

Shu Ange was afraid that Ding Mao would not understand, so he didn't use the word inflammation.

"I've got medicine with me."

Ding Mao's medicine is prepared by himself, and the hunters in the mountains will prepare some life-saving medicines.

They are all tigers begging for a living, and as long as they are not particularly seriously injured, they are not willing to go to the city to find a doctor for treatment.

"It's good if you have medicine, you sit down, I'll help you with medicine."

The original owner is twelve years old this year, and he looks like eight or nine years old bean sprouts.

Ding Mao is older, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he already looks like an adult in terms of body shape alone.

He rarely has contact with people, and he is even more helpless in the face of a familiar little girl like Shu Ange: "I, I'll just take the medicine myself." ”

The man and woman did not kiss, the other party saved his life, and Ding Mao was afraid that it would affect her reputation.

"Hey, where are you so worried, you're still afraid that I won't be able to eat you. Give me the medicine, I'm lost, and I expect you to take me down the mountain." ”

Shu Ange couldn't help but say, after asking Ding Mao for medicine, he took him to the creek and helped him deal with the filth in the wound with clean water first.

Then she raised a fire on the stone and asked Ding Mao for a knife: "Are you afraid that the place that has been bitten by the wolf's fangs will be cut off with a knife?" ”

Ding Mao was naturally not afraid, he shook his head: "Don't be afraid." ”

"Just don't be afraid."

In fact, even if he didn't ask, Shu Ange knew that Ding Mao would not be afraid. He is not an ordinary mountain hunting tiger, and Dihua's clone has never disappointed her.

She believed that even if she didn't show up in time today, Ding Mao would be able to escape from the wolf's mouth, but she would just suffer more.

Thinking that Dihua might endure more hardships, Shu Ange was particularly distressed, and when he removed the rotten meat, his movements were very gentle.

There is no hemp boiling, and no matter how gentle the knife is, it hurts to cut the body.

Ding Mao's hands clutched his sleeves tightly, his teeth clenched, and he didn't say a word, but he pushed through.

After helping Ding Mao deal with his wounds, Shu Ange took out the gold sore medicine and sprinkled it little by little.

The pain when cutting the flesh is a sharp pain, and the pain when applying medicine is like being burned by fire.

Ding Maoren was sweating profusely, and after she finished taking the medicine, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Shu Ange patted Ding Mao on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up: "Good job, a heroic man like you will definitely be able to be a hundred on the battlefield." ”

Ding Mao smiled shyly, he didn't have that much ambition, as long as he lived a good daily life.

If Dali needs him to go to the front, Ding Mao will be obligated to go to the front.

After helping Ding Mao with the medicine, Shu Ange washed his hands in the stream, and the pheasant was cooing at this time.

Ding Mao looked at her back and thought to himself that this little girl was too thin, as if she hadn't eaten enough every day.

It's amazing where she got so much effort.

"Look at what I'm doing, think I'm weird."

Shu Ange flicked his finger at Ding Mao's reflection in the water, turned around and smiled at him.

"I ...... What do you call a girl? ”

Ding Mao's face is thin, and his cheeks are hot as if they are hotter than a wound.

"My name is Zhou Anle, peace and joy."

Shu Ange put the bamboo basket on his back and asked Ding Mao with a smile: "Do you want to go down the mountain?" ”

Ding Mao snorted, and pointed to the distance embarrassedly: "I shot some prey, if you don't dislike it, I can give it to you." ”

There is no way to repay the grace of saving his life, Ding Mao always has to do something to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, I took your prey, will you go without food?"

"No, I dried a lot of bacon, and I can eat it for a long time."

Ding Mao is not good at words, his explanations are very clumsy, and he will not please girls.

"Target person's opinion +30, current opinion 65."

The system prompt made Shu Ange realize again that Ding Mao was really solid-eyed, and his life-saving grace had suddenly grown so high.

On the way down the mountain, Ding Mao didn't talk much, and he didn't shout when the wound hurt, allowing blood to seep out of the bandage.

Seeing that he was so enduring, Shu Ange was a little distressed: "Do you have a place to live under the mountain?" Why don't you go to my house for a few days, heal from your injuries and then go up the mountain. ”

Ding Mao's face turned red again, he knew that the little girl cared about him, and she didn't mean anything else.

But how can he, a man, follow the little girl home.

(Little readers, the previous chapter has changed a lot, and it is not deliberately repeated)