Chapter 19

Yuan Jue has no time to take care of these. He only knows that when he comes to another giant wood, his demon knowledge is used up.

The world was completely in the dark. Mr. wolf didn't even find it. Even on his face, there were many black spots on his face.

Just before the complete coma passed, Mr. wolf tightly grasped the demon core and the bright red velvet, holding a huge wood and slowly sat down.

He gasped and tossed his long, frozen tail full of snow.

He gave himself a concave shape, with a trace of expectation.

I hope Ruan Qiuqiu will come to him.

But he also knew that it was he who used the magic power to give her a deep sleep, and now he hopes that she can come to find herself. What kind of awkward reserve Mr. grain is he?

What kind of dream is he having in such a dangerous forest that she will come to him?

On the lonely and cold winter night, Mr. wolf gave a short smile.

He hoped that when he was found by her again, he would not be a pile of corpses.

Yuan Jue long eyelashes on the knot on the ice, slowly closed no focus of the eyes.

As his consciousness grew dim, he seemed to have hallucinations.

It seems that his little lady, who should be sleeping on the stone bed, is calling his husband from afar.

"Husband

"Where are you?"

The illusion was so vivid that he could hear her trembling voice.

But gradually, it disappeared.

Lost the suppression of black spots, with a faster speed in those broken demon core spread.

Mr. wolf was in a complete coma, but he didn't know.

Ruan Qiuqiu really came to him.

"Stupid wolf, where have you been..." Ruan Qiuqiu cried quickly, and her voice trembled.

In the snow and night, she was holding a torch that was clearly extinguished, holding a black fur coat in her arms, and holding the only bone knife in her family, she was looking for it in such a big and dark forest.

-- time back more than ten minutes ago.

There was a warm smell from the wood burning stone stove. The stone bed was warm, but Ruan Qiuqiu felt something was wrong.

She felt as if she was pressed by something, and Mr. wolf suddenly appeared in her dream of eating barbecue.

The long, ferocious scar on his face was covered with frost, and his gray blue eyes seemed to have regained their focus, staring at her without blinking.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked at the past in doubt, and saw the sweet big gray wolf with damned appearance curled his lips and laughed at her.

She heard her sick and weak husband's eyes full of loneliness, and said to her in a very low voice, "..." Sleep. "

Sleep?

Ruan Qiuqiu regained some consciousness, but she seemed to be suppressed by something, unable to open her eyes.

She struggled and put an arm out of the skin.

The coolness diluted some strong sleepiness, and Ruan Qiuqiu felt more and more wrong.

She wasn't very tired yesterday. She couldn't sleep so heavily.

Did Mr. wolf do it? What does this grain reserve want to do?

Ruan Qiuqiu has some funny and doubts in her heart. She struggles to raise her hand a little bit and wants to touch Mr. wolf's arm.

But where the hand passed, there was only the cold skin.

Ruan Qiuqiu woke up with a start. She suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at the side.

Before she went to bed last night, the hide she tucked in for Mr. wolf collapsed on the stone bed. The wolf whose left leg was missing was gone.

The outside position on her side, empty, nothing.

Ruan Qiuqiu only felt a chill on her back. She quickly put on her clothes and wrapped up the animal skin "shoes". She almost rushed to the entrance of the mountain and the "storage room".

But she looked all over the cave, and there was no sign of Mr. wolf.

Ruan Qiuqiu, with a piece of firewood drawn from the cave stove in a hurry, stood at the dark entrance of the cave. For a moment, she felt abandoned.

She thought of what the wolf had said to her yesterday, and he told her to stay away from him.

But she had thought that he was willing to be a snail wolf, should not be so exclusive of her. Even if he wanted to leave, he would not hate her so much that he didn't even want the cave.

The cold wind blew on her, Ruan Qiuqiu clenched her lips, and her ears were buzzing, burning from throat to cheek.

A sense of humiliating bitterness surged up. Ruan Qiuqiu blinked his eyes vigorously. In the faint light, he glimpsed a row of indistinct footprints on the snow near the cave.

Ruan Qiuqiu wiped the corner of his eyes, ignored the cold wind, and walked into the snow.

There are not only a row of small footprints that are about to be covered by snow. When you look forward, there are also some deep footprints that are the footprints of large hunters.Ruan Qiuqiu's pupils shrank, and an idea came to his mind:

did any ancient creatures or demons attack him?

The wolf, did it get smaller and lead it away?

Ruan Qiuqiu didn't think about it. She ran back to the cave quickly. She took a long piece of wood from the "storage room" and wrapped it with the ragged animal skin in the "master bedroom" to make a torch look.

Then she rushed to the stone table and picked up the only weapon in the cave that she could use to protect herself, the bone knife.

When taking the bone knife, Ruan Qiuqiu noticed that the clothes she had made for Mr. wolf were passive.

She shook her lips, picked it up and looked at it, but felt a bunch of silver gray, long hair from inside.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked at the hair, choked and bent his eyebrows.

This snail gray wolf is really too much. Since he wants to leave, why should he keep his hair down.

What's more, she just noticed that the wood in the stone stove was obviously added. She even left two spare pots of snow water, and one was poured into the stone pot by him.

It's like, on purpose.

Ruan Qiuqiu laughed twice, and her eyes gradually became bright and firm.

She held the black fur coat made for Mr. wolf in her arms. She held the bone knife tightly in her left hand and lit the torch in her right hand.

She's going to find him.

We must talk to ourselves, and obviously use the method of lethargy to her. A disabled wolf leads the predator's big gray wolf back.

She's weak, but she can be a decoy to attract attention while trying not to drag him down.

Ruan Qiuqiu's head was in a mess. She took the torch and braved the heavy snow. For the first time, she left the cave on a dark and dangerous night.

She looked for the traces that were getting shallower on the ground and ran faster and faster.

As a normal person with mature mind, from the perspective of absolute rationality, she should not risk such a heavy snow to look for a wolf that is likely to encounter an accident.

Even if the wolf demon was her husband in name, nothing happened to them, and they didn't even get along for a few days.

As long as she can forget him and go to the burning wolf tribe or any other tribe, with the rarity of her powers, she will definitely have a much greater chance of surviving than she would have rushed into the forest like this.

But

Ruan Qiuqiu controlled his breathing and didn't let himself inhale too much cold wind.

The snow blurred her sight and slowed her down.

She was biting her teeth against the wind and snow.

But --

he is her snail, Mr. gray wolf.

Even if she knew it was dangerous, she couldn't leave him alone.

She knew that, according to the plot of the book, perhaps Mr. wolf was dead.

But since she can change the plot and come to him, he should be able to survive.

He must live.

It seems that there are countless eyes in the dark, staring at her this delicious human race.

Ruan Qiuqiu was hard headed, forcing himself to calmly chase the footprints on the ground, stepping on the thick snow as quickly as possible, and slowly chasing forward.

But when she walked for more than ten minutes, not only the footprints of Mr. wolf, who had become a wolf cub, disappeared, but also the footprints of the "Hunter" were getting lighter and lighter.

Where the footprints disappeared, only a pool of blood was left.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked at the pool of blood, scalp numb, anxious, torch can not light too many things, her voice is shaking.

"Husband --"

"where are you?"

Ruan Qiuqiu knew that her shouting might bring danger to herself, but she was more worried that the wolf would die before she knew it.

She called a few times, the cold wind poured into her throat, Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't help coughing violently.

Stepping over a huge wood, the footprints reappeared, and her nose smelled an extremely bad smell, many times worse than rotten and spoiled food.

Ruan Qiuqiu carefully turned the corner and nearly fell down the hill.

She raised the torch and saw a huge monster.

It was submerged in the dark night, three to four meters long. Its head and body were separated, and its body was cut open. Its death was miserable.

According to her fragmentary memory, Ruan Qiuqiu immediately judged that it was a demon.

Her scalp felt numb, but she was not afraid. She looked around the demon carefully. After a moment, she felt a little relieved. Fortunately, she didn't see any broken limbs or corpses of wolf around here.

This stupid wolf, where did he go.

He can't really abandon her.

She thought of him as a wolf. His leg was broken and she couldn't see it. She was full of injuries. She had just experienced a battle and should not run far away.

He is so proud and arrogant, but don't use the human shape in such a heavy snow. It's not warm at all.Ruan Qiuqiu burst into tears. Holding a torch, she clutched the black fur coat tightly in one hand and looked for it a little along the branches of the giant wood.

Finally, across a few giant trees, she finally in a tall pine, saw a figure close up.

Ruan Qiuqiu opened his eyes and stepped on the snow to the roots of pine trees. He saw his appearance clearly along the fire.

It is not the dead bones, not other people, the demon that is about to be covered with snow, is her reserve grain Mr.