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The green light flickered in the dark for a moment but did not disappear.

The monkey froze in the crack of the stone and even held his breath.The two green lights moved half a step forward, and the moonlight leaked through the gaps between the trees, illuminating a long gray face.

Not a wolfdog, but a real mountain wolf.It was more than a round bigger than Guanshi Liu's wolfdog. Its fur was gray and white, mixed with dead grass clippings, and the hair on its back stood up.A low whine rolled in his throat, and saliva dripped down his fangs onto the dead leaves, snap, snap.

The monkey tightened his grip on the small sword in his hand.The wolf was too big, and there was only one.Wolves live in groups, and this one was probably frightened away by the movement of his pursuers and became alone.

Lone wolves are more dangerous.

Because it is hungry.

The gray wolf kicked its hind legs and rushed forward.There was no probing, no dealing, it came straight to the throat.

The monkey didn't pick it up hard.He ducked sideways.

This dodge was not a blind move.When the wolf pounced, the wind hit his face first, and a hot thrust came from the front.He turned sideways with the wind and turned to the right. The wolf passed by his shoulder, and the small sword in his hand moved up along the wolf's belly.

No effort.

The sword itself is too sharp.From the wolf's chin to its belly, it was as light as cutting paper.Blood and intestines dripped all over the floor, and steam steamed.The wolf didn't even howl. It hit the stone, twitched its four legs twice and stopped moving.

The monkey leaned against the cliff, gasping for air.My hands weren't shaking, but my heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of my throat.

This was his first time to kill such a big wild animal head-on.In Yuezhou City, he had touched corpses, fought in groups, been beaten, and beaten people, but he had never killed a wolf alone.A hungry wolf.

He looked down at the wolf's body and then at the small sword in his hand.There wasn't even a trace of blood on the sword, it was still so bright and cool.

He suddenly remembered the sword strike just now.There was no effort, it was the wolf's own momentum that was eaten up by the blade.He had seen a blacksmith hitting an iron block with a hammer in Yuezhou City. The iron block did not move and the hammer was bounced away.This sword is like a piece of iron that falls apart when the wolf bumps into it.

He squatted down and dragged the wolf deeper into the crevices of the rocks.The smell of blood is too strong, and leaving it where it is will attract other wild animals.After dragging it, he pulled a few handfuls of dead grass to cover the wolf. It couldn't cover the whole thing, but it could cover a little bit.

After doing this, he leaned against the cliff again and took a deep breath.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

The moment I was hiding from the wolf just now was not something I could see with my eyes.

Before the wolf pounced, the wind changed first.The wind came from the ridge, bounced against the cliff, was lifted up by the heat on the ground, and then dived down.The wolf's body pushed Feng, and the push hit him in the face first, and he dodged sideways.

It's not about hiding with your eyes, it's about hiding from the wind.

Why did it feel familiar? He was stunned for a moment and took out the old book from his arms.Turning to the first page, the moonlight shines on those winding lines.

The lines seemed to be moving under the moonlight.It's not really moving, it's the moonlight that's moving - the moonlight is swayed by the leaves and shines on those curves, like the wind swirling on the top of the cliff.

He stared for a long time.

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