Chapter 21 The Death of the Little Wolf

"Little fat."

Don't mention how happy the two brothers were to meet again after the disaster. Zhao Xuan couldn't run because he had just recovered from his serious injury, so he could only open his arms and wait for Niu Xiaopang to come.

"Wow." Niu Xiaopang ran over and threw himself into Zhao Xuan's arms and sobbed loudly, "You finally came back, but you worried me to death."

"All right! Stop crying! Isn't it okay for me!" Zhao Xuan stroked Niu Xiaopang's head and said.

"Bear by the way, how did you come back?"

"It was several elders who saved me."

The two looked in the direction of the elders at the same time, and they were closing their eyes to recuperate.

The sky has brightened slightly, and someone has woken up from the disciple's side. Maybe he was disturbed by the movement outside! The two disciples leaned against the edge of the tent and looked this way, with contempt on their faces. For these two people who are suspected to have broken arms, they are really disgusting.

Zhao Xuan and Niu Xiaopang walked to the tent with their shoulders. They haven't seen each other for a few days. These two must have a lot to say. When passing a small tent, Lu Ziling just climbed out of it. After all, sleeping in the mountains is not as reassuring as in Konglun Mountain. It needs to be guarded from time to time and has a lot of worries, so it wakes up earlier.

"Good morning." Lu Ziling threw a soft smile.

As soon as he saw Lu Ziling's little fat face, his face turned red. His head buzzed, and his heart beat violently. For a moment, he couldn't find the north. It took a long time to say, "Hello."

"Hmm!" Her eyes swept past Niu Xiaopang and returned to Zhao Xuan's face. She was a little surprised and thought that he had fallen into the valley? When did you come back?

"Good morning." Lu Ziling said hello to Zhao Xuan.

"Ah! Are you talking to me?" Zhao Xuan's mouth grew, and two red clouds appeared unconsciously on his face. After a long time, he hesitated to say, "Good morning, you!"

"Gig"

Lu Ziling covered her mouth and smiled, and silver bell-like laughter came. Before she met, the two stood still and felt a little embarrassed. Then they put down their hands and said seriously, "Didn't I talk to you? Is it possible that I still talk to ghosts!" As she spoke, she covered her mouth and giggled.

"You, I..." Zhao Xuan couldn't say a word at this time. His heart pounded wildly, and a wave of flushed from his cheeks to the root of his ears. The bean-sized sweat stuck to his skin but couldn't fall off.

Niu Xiaopang felt that his hand on Zhao Xuan's shoulder was shaking. Looking down, Zhao Xuan's feet trembled even more.

"Well, Sister Lu, we will leave first!"

In order to avoid embarrassment, Niu Xiaopang hurriedly pulled Zhao Xuan away, and only Lu Ziling's crisp laughter still echoed behind him.

"Brother Xuan, you are not so lame! I usually listen to you bragging about how to fool the little girls in the village, but I still rely on you to guide the country! What's wrong with you now?

The red tide on Zhao Xuan's face has receded a little, but it seems that he has not come out of the state just now. He looked straight ahead without saying a word, and Niu Xiaopang did not respond to his question.

"Hey! Hello!" Niu Xiaopang stretched out his fat palm and hit him in the face, making a crackling sound.

"Brother Xuan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Seeing that Zhao Xuan still did not respond, Niu Xiaopang slapped him fiercely and knocked him down and fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" Zhao Xuan stroked his red face and stood up and pushed Niu Xiaopang hard, "What are you doing? It hurts me so much." He let go of his hand, and five red fingerprints of slaps appeared on his face.

"I didn't mean to." Niu Xiaopang looked aggrieved.

"Okay, okay, I know you didn't mean to, but your fucking action is too heavy!" Zhao Xuan stroked his hot cheeks and said angly, and suddenly laughed as if he remembered something.

Niu Xiaopang completely doesn't understand now. Is he insane and intermittent?

"Brother, why did you look like this when you came back from the valley? My father asked me to look at you more before leaving. How can I explain it to him now? Niu Xiaopang said with a sad face.

"Fat, she, she actually smiled at me! He also asked me good morning. Zhao Xuan grabbed Niu Xiaopang's shoulder and shook it vigorously while laughing.

Zhao Xuan is good and bad. Niu Xiaopang doesn't want to hit him for the time being, but his heart is sweating, "Please! Is that laughing at me?"

Unconsciously, it was already bright; the air in the morning was very clear and smelled energetic. The disciples climbed out of the tent one after another, and some were yawning; several elders also woke up, shaking their robes and patting the dust on their bodies.

At this time, the mountains and forests are really lively. The sound of birds, insects, waterfalls, streams, and the sound of disciples knocking and whispering, playing a beautiful harmonious song for this quiet mountain forest.

"Fire to cook!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone was cheered up. The one here went to collect firewood, and the one over there was ready to make a fire. He was very busy!

The elders seemed to be in a good mood, and one or two of them also played five birds.

The divine operator walked alone to the edge of the cliff, stood with his hands behind his hand, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The mountain wind blew, his clothes floated, and the mist lingered around him, looking at the dust from afar.

He leaned down and looked forward again. The sky is full of clouds, the mountains in the distance are like Dai, and the four fields are clear and empty.

"There have been heavy rains these days. It's rare to have such weather today!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of ** behind him. The divine operator suddenly turned around and saw the people on the side of the disciple, and there was a faint scream.

The divine operator raised his eyebrows gently, suddenly opened his eyes and quickly jumped over there.

"Haha, everyone is blessed now."

The disciples surrounded a big tree, and there was a pile of firewood in the middle. The flames were rising from the bottom, occasionally making a crackling sound. There is an aluminum pot on the firewood pile, which is tied by four ropes and hanging in the middle. The water in the pot is boiling, and small bubbles are emerging.

"Boil it and eat it."

"It's not good, let's roast it!"

Everyone talked about it.

"Hey, I found it."

A disciple opened his package and looked inside for a long time. He took out a sharp knife, and the metallic blade shook his eyes.

Everyone made way for a path, and the disciple walked step by step in the direction of the big tree ahead with a sharp knife.

" Stop."

There was a harsh scolding behind, and all the disciples looked back.

A figure is flying this way from far and near. When he got close, everyone could see clearly that he was a divine operator. He flew to the front of everyone and stopped his feet, pushed away the disciples and walked forward.

"Ah!"

He is still a step late.

There was a little wolf hanging from the trunk of the tree in front of him, with a sharp knife inserted in his neck, and drops of blood flowed down.

"Wow, wow."

The wolf shouted in a low voice, as if he had not died. His body was hung upside down on the tree and was dying. His brown eyes opened slightly to look at the crowd, casting two rays of hatred.

"Wow."

It tried its best to make the last sound, and then slowly closed its eyes, with crystal ** falling from the corners of its eyes.

The little wolf is dead.