Chapter 68

Unlike the hares he had ever seen, the Arctic rabbit standing in the hole was snow-white and round, and looked like a young rabbit raised at home, provided that the four long legs below were very different in style.

He was frightened by the Arctic hare, and Musa scratched his head, confused, not knowing what to say.

He admits that it's a bit embarrassing to be scared by a rabbit, but it's obviously not normal, and who would have thought that there would be an arctic rabbit in the white wolf's burrow.

Isn't this the food that takes the initiative to deliver to the mouth, I can't even think of it, the good thing of pie in the sky, and it turns out to be realized here in the white wolf.

There is also a possibility, just like they did at the beginning, that these two groups strayed into this place when the white wolf went out, not knowing that this cave has an owner.

Musa stepped out from behind the snow leopard and noticed that the arctic hare was also looking at him, with a little curiosity in his eyes, not at all afraid of the snow leopard.

The ears with a little gray hair at the tips twitched, and the long legs staggered a few times, and flew down on another ball of white fluff.

Get up, get up, get up.

Hiss, it's a good way to wake up, but the moment I feel like I'm jumping on it is quite comfortable.

Musha couldn't help but glance at the snow leopard, wondering if he might try it next time.

Retracting these extended thoughts, he turned his attention to the immediate situation.

It's just the Arctic hare, and the other is the same thing...... Right?

Another white ball spreads out, and the tail wagged in the air, revealing the whole animal.

Slightly squinted eyes, delicate ears, and a fluffy tail behind him, with a characteristic white coat - it is an arctic fox.

He stretched lazily, half-crouched on the ground, wrapped his tail around the rabbit, and let out a light cry from his mouth.

An Arctic Hare and an Arctic Fox, Musa almost thought he had come to the North Pole.

The owner of the cave, the white wolf, completely ignored the stalemate atmosphere here, and walked straight to the depths of the cave with lazy steps.

Covered in white hair, he walked in, and there was a different kind of harmony when he was next to the arctic fox and the arctic rabbit.

Arctic fox, arctic rabbit, should the white wolf be renamed the arctic wolf?

It's a bit of a cold joke.

Well, Musa was still a little shocked.

I don't know if the world is wrong or if he is wrong, obviously what he remembers is that the fox eats the rabbit, why is the fox still with the rabbit?

And the white wolf didn't pay any attention to them.

White wolves don't eat foxes, and foxes don't eat rabbits?

…… It's outrageous and a little reasonable.

When he and the baby snow leopard came, the white wolf did not show any tendency to attack, and slept in the depths of the cave himself, letting them go.

White Wolf: No, I didn't want you to go......

Of course, Musa would not have known about this, and in his eyes it was the white wolf who let them go.

It makes sense to say that the white wolf is more willing to go to sleep than to spend time chasing away.

As long as it is enough for the Buddha system.

After the white wolf came in, the two white clumps in the cave turned into three clumps, and the size of the white wolf was larger than the two of them, and in terms of visual effect, the cave instantly brightened a lot.

Looking at the three white balls in the cave together, Musha leaned closer to the snow leopard with a complicated face.

The snow leopard was much calmer than him, and still had time to lower his head and lick the top of his head to help him lick the hair that had exploded when he was frightened just now.

"Meow."

Musha squinted his eyes under the licking of the snow leopard, pressed it to the snow leopard, and rubbed the snow leopard back.

It's not that he sticks to the snow leopard, but that there are three of them so white that he and the big cat seem a little ...... In the wrong box.

Then his ears were bitten again.

The little rabbit instantly retracted its ears and bit the snow leopard's leg angrily.

"Meow!"

What are you doing, biting his ears for no reason.

Samos flicked his tail helplessly.

The arctic hare shook its ears and smiled.

"It's true, you two are a little out of place." Even though he only heard the word, Ximo couldn't help but chuckle.

Another spiritual force thrust in, "Long time no see, Semos." The fox bowed slightly.

"Not counting the last call, it's not that long." Semos raised an eyebrow and pronounced his name, "Lambert." ”

He hadn't forgotten the mental damage caused by the last call.

Of course, in the later roles, Lien's trauma is not light.

After saying hello, Ximo fell down and continued to lie down, his body pressed against the ground to cool down.

The temperature inside the cave is a bit lower than outside.

They also have thick fluff on their bodies, which would be comfortable if they lived in the snow and ice, but it would be very hot here.

So the place where Lambert and Simon often lived when they were beastly forms was not here.

"We'll just stop by and leave in two days." Sensing Semos's doubts, his eyes turned around Musa and Seymus, and Lambert took the initiative to explain.

"Hey, Semos, you're here too." The sound of wings flapping, the light and shadow of the cave swayed, and two large birds flew in, each clutching a vole under its paws.

Falling on a rock in the cave, Lig lowered his head, and was just about to bite the vole when he felt a chill in the back of his neck, and the cold hit.

A gaze was looking at him faintly.

"Go eat out." Lambert's eyes lifted and he said displeasedly, "If you get dirty, you will clean the cave." ”

When they first arrived, the cave was just as Musa had thought, and a layer of dust had fallen on it.

The white hair turned into gray hair, and it took a lot of effort to clean it to get what it is now.

The graceful arctic fox raised its paws and drove out all the black eagle goshawks that had entered the cave to eat.

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Musha cowered beside the snow leopard, his eyes rolling and looking curiously.

Behind him were the white wolf purring and sleeping, the fox and the rabbit he had just met in the left foreground, and the familiar black eagle and goshawk in the right foreground—the two birds had come in after eating the vole.

No wonder I didn't see them when I entered the Wolf Valley, it turned out that they went out to hunt, but how did they come to this cave?

And the fox gets along quite well.

Musa felt like his mind was going to turn his head.

It's a strange scene now.

Those who eat meat, those who eat grass.

He that flies in the sky runs on the ground.

Black and white, and half-black and half-white.

Animals that are different in diet, movement, and color are all gathered together.

Since the Arctic fox drove the two birds out with one paw just now, Musha has been a little unfazed.

It's not surprising that the world is so big, what's wrong with encountering something strange.

Isn't it just a gathering of all kinds of animals in a cave?

It's good, too......

What a ghost!

The little rabbit howled inwardly and couldn't stop at all.

The last time there were animals gathering in the cave, it can be said that it was due to the rainy weather, and the animals that came in were not weak, so they would not easily attack each other and start conflicts.

What is the reason for now?

There was neither rain nor other disasters.

There are also sleeping places outside.

As long as it doesn't rain, they don't even have to look for a cave, and the goshawk and the black eagle stay in the trees and sleep when they come all the way.

Why did they all come to the cave all at once?

Could it be that this is a blessed place where you can become an immortal?

Harming others will end up harming oneself, and this time it is the turn of the little rabbit's worldview to be shattered.

Oops, he can't see through this magical world.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, the goshawk moved a few steps over, and did not let him fall into the esoteric philosophical thinking of who I am, where I am, and what I am going to do.

"Chirp!" The goshawk gave a short call.

Musa responded by flicking his tail.

Along the way, climbing trees and digging birds, going into the water to fish, he had a good relationship with the goshawk,

Of course, Musha, the bird, was still a little unbearable, so he quickly pulled the goshawk away, and compensated him with a fish later.

They played in front, and the snow leopard and black eagle followed behind to clean up, and each time they played with themselves in dust, and they looked very buried.

But friendship is also making rapid progress, although most of it is a friendship that has been scolded, but this is also a little bit.

Musha looked at him, and the goshawk flapped its wings very energetically and winked at him.

At first glance, Musa knew that he had brought something back, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous.

It's time to open the blind box again.

This goshawk always likes to come back with little bits and pieces.

Sometimes it's a small bone, sometimes it's a leaf, sometimes it's a feather.

The feathers are slender and beautiful, and they are pitch black all over, and they can also emit a mysterious luster in the light...... It's familiar.