Chapter 63

The little girl's voice is not particularly soft, along the whistling cold wind, it seems to magnify many times, with the hatred that can not be ignored, even a little hatred, clearly spread throughout the small valley.

Some snowflakes on the slope then quietly shake, accompanied by a sparse production of "rustling" sound, like a whisper of irony.

The air was silent for a few seconds, and then the sound of intermittent and sobbing and consolation was heard.

Ruan Qiuqiu held the trunk of the tree and saw that Mr. wolf opened his eyes slightly at a loss from a distance. Subconsciously, he revealed two small fangs and retorted, "ouwu."

But the pygmy were obviously not satisfied with his low growl, which had some sense of bewilderment and warning.

The pig demon headed by the water pig tribe glared at Mr. gray wolf fiercely, "it's all you, Zhuzhu will cry, Zhuzhu's father will get sick. You thief, you have eaten so much food. Is it not enough to depend on our tribe these days? "

The disgust of cubs and juveniles is often swift and violent, and the naked words are always thorough.

After the first adult demon opened his mouth, a group of demons began to criticize and "punish" Mr. wolf.

"You dare to say it's not you. Zhu Zhu's father fell ill after only two days' contact with you. The clan witch said that he had touched something unclean. Isn't it you?"

"Smelly dumb, dare to steal, get out of our water pig tribe!"

With more and more fierce abuse, the little pig demons who did not dare to approach Mr. wolf took out the stones and rotten things that seemed to have been ready for a long time and called on Yuanjue.

They didn't show mercy, and the speed of the demon clan was very fast. When Ruan Qiuqiu finally ran across a huge wood from Mr. wolf on his short legs, the first round of stones and stinky things like rotten food had been smashed by them.

Mr. wolf didn't know why he didn't hide. Although his wolf skin was a little messy, he could see that he tried to keep it clean and tidy, and turned into a dirty one.

His pale face was also scratched by sharp stones and some blood stains appeared.

Ruan Qiuqiu was behind him, looking at the palm of his hand holding the wooden stick very hard. It seemed that he was struggling again and again. He clenched it and loosened it. He stood upright on his back, like a stubborn pine.

She felt as if she had been stabbed for a while, and was extremely sour.

Seeing the demons pulling out some stones to plan for the second round, Ruan Qiuqiu didn't care whether she could be seen or heard in Yuanjue's memory world. Ruan Qiuqiu stamped her feet angrily and cried, "stop it!"

But it is estimated that her voice has not been heard by the demons of the water pig tribe. When Ruan Qiuqiu runs behind yuan Jue, he has already taken the second round.

Mr. wolf heard a familiar but strange voice behind him, and his good-looking eyes flashed a little surprise -

although he is only less than the second-class strength, his perception is very sharp, and few demons can suddenly appear behind him.

"Ah, why didn't you hide? Didn't it hurt?" He turned his head, and before he could see who was coming, there was an urgent voice in his ear, with a worry he had never heard.

"Don't listen to those pig demons. They don't believe you. I believe you."

Her soft hands didn't shy away from him. He was covered with dirt and pulled him up.