"bluff."

Four words floated down from the tree behind Nian Nian and entered Nian Nian's ears.

Every year I complained about Simire's nagging today, but fortunately this person still knew to lower his voice, basically ensuring that only she could hear the creatures present...?

Every year, his face remained unchanged, and he still looked at the gray giant wolf not far ahead.

Blood beads still fell down on the abdomen of the gray giant wolf. It could have been connected into a small string. Gradually, people could only see a few plump blood beads slowly oozing out and landing on the grass leaves with a click.

The wound is healing.

Not only did I see it every year, Zi Mo and others could also see that the wound on the wolf's abdomen was probably about to heal and disappear.

Several people looked at Niannian in confusion, as if asking her why she didn't hide in the tree and attack the wolf all the time, but she wanted to jump out and expose herself.

"Your arrows won't be endless," said the giant gray wolf, facing Nian Nian, "Your people will die more before killing me."

A smile every year and being willing to speak is a good sign.

Her right hand kept pinching a bone-white arrow in the quiver at her waist, but under the cover of her cloak, people would only see her standing with one hand pinching her waist, both arrogant and proud.

"Although my arrows are not endless," Nian Nian pointed upwards with his finger, "I have assistance. And-"

"My people?" Every year I looked around the creatures, "My people are still in the trees, but these people have nothing to do with me."

The gray giant wolf twisted his neck. It remembered that the man who cut his eyes with a knife said before that the people on the tree had nothing to do with them.

So, are you really a person who has nothing to do with the two sides?

"Then why did you save their people repeatedly?" Zimo alone was rescued twice a year, not to mention his brothers protected by the ice wall, and the first dog bud in danger.

"Just make it easy!" Nian Nian shrugged, "After all, they are on the same road, why not save them?"

"If you left here alone, I wouldn't have chased you, nor would I order my tribe to chase you." The gray giant wolf spoke again, still questioning the motive for taking action every year.

"I know, but that's the case," Niannian raised her right hand to cover her chest, making a heartache, "My conscience may be a little depressed."

As her right hand was raised, there was a white bone arrow that was grabbed by her hand.

When he exposed his right hand from the cloak every year, the gray giant wolf's eyes were also focused on the slender bone white arrow in her hand, with a hint of fear and anxiety in her eyes.

"Hey, this cannot be used randomly!" Simire's voice quietly came into Nian's ears again, "We are not able to explain how many people you see. If you don't want to be treated as a bug, don't use those two arrows in front of others!"

...

Every year I really wanted to fly up with an arrow and shoot Simier down. She was not sure whether these demon wolves would hear Simier's words. If these words were heard, how could she use force to deter them?

"Don't worry, no one except you can hear me." Perhaps feeling the resentment of years, Simier quietly replied, "You have never seen such monsters? These are ghosts and demon wolves, with sounds like cubs and actions like ghosts. Zimo's people are lucky. These monster wolves should have already sought food, so they are interested in playing with them."

"Speaking of this, why do you attack them?" asked Niannian, who received some information, "It seems that you are hungry and want to have a meal?"

The experience of dealing with the Nine-Colored Deer not long ago and the painful consequences of speculation have taught a very important communication principle every year - especially when communicating with these monsters - that is, to say something directly.

Instead of guessing it yourself, it is better to ask it straightforward.

Sure enough, the giant wolf was very accustomed to the communication style every year, and replied without any vagueness: "We are just routinely inspecting the territory, and when we see strange faces, we will naturally expel them."

"Expel?" Zimo couldn't help but speak, "You were leaving half of us to make rations for you!"

"The tolls will naturally be paid when traveling through our territory," the giant wolf also turned his head and looked at Zimo. "I thought you humans would be very familiar with this situation."

Zimo, who was determined to devote himself to the bandit cause, was speechless. After all, he had already destroyed more than a dozen teams of players entering the mountain under the banner of collecting "tolls".

Is this retribution? Zimo doesn't want to admit this.

Niannian also thought of Zimo's Dragon Village as if he had some bad criminal record, and shook his head and said, "Those who kill people will always kill them."

As the words of each year came out, a series of sounds of shattering ice came, and six men carrying knives ran over in a few steps and met with the people here:

"The ice walls on both sides are about to collapse! Do you want that person to-"

The six of them suddenly saw the leisurely years and swallowed the words behind them back.

"Look," Niannian spread her hands at the gray giant wolf, "They don't even know what I'm called. I'm really just doing my best."

More than fifty demon wolves quietly approached Niannian and Zimo and their group, and quietly surrounded their leader behind them. If they hadn't heard the sound of some tiny grass being moved, Niannian wouldn't even notice their movements.

"Since that's the case, you can take your people away." The giant gray wolf knelt on the ground, not intending to take action rashly, "But people who have nothing to do with you must stay."

The wolves behind the gray giant wolf also sat down together, just staring at Zi Mo and others with a fierce look, without any intention of giving attention to Nian Nian, although Nian Nian was the one who really killed one of their companions.

Except for the unlucky wolf who was nailed to the back of the head by one arrow every year, most of the remaining wolves were injured. Although they were all minor and serious, they were not killed.

"Thank you." Niannian answered two words respectfully, and then raised a question, "What should you do to let these people go?"

"No, I'm just charging a routine toll."

Niannian looked at Zimo and asked, "Or why don't you pay the fee?"

"What to pay?" Zimo's face was not very good-looking, "Gold and silver? Magic weapons? Clothes and shoes? Or do you need human life?"

Niannian asked the gray giant wolf again: "Do you like anything else?"

The gray giant wolf's eyes flashed, as if he had discovered something.

It stood up and walked slowly towards Nian Nian. It stopped at a position more than five meters away from Nian Nian. It looked at Nian Nian with some vigilance and asked:
Chapter completed!