He even saw the snow wolf's throat, and even the small piece of frost beside its mouth was clearly visible, and a foul smell came to his face.

The frivolity in the boy's eyes disappeared, leaving only a deep fighting spirit, and his spirit was highly concentrated, and the trajectory of the snow wolf was judged almost instantly.

His legs bent slightly, and then he suddenly exerted force. The boy soared into the air. After several beautiful flips in the air, he landed steadily, avoiding the thrilling blow.

Xuelang pounced on the air, and when he turned around, a petite fist quickly grew in his pupils.

A hint of horror flashed in its eyes...

With a "puff!" sound, it was like a muffled sound from a huge rock hitting the snow pile. The snow wolf's huge body flew backwards and hit the steep stone wall hard.

It shook its body and shook its head. The power of this punch made it dizzy and painful on its forehead.

Before it could stand firm, the boy flew up again and kicked it at its waist.

The most vulnerable thing about beasts like jackals, tigers and leopards is their waists. They can take away their movement ability with just one blow and even kill them on the spot.

Originally, he had a stag, which was enough for him to eat for more than half a month. His hole was small and he couldn't hold more food, so the battle with this snow wolf has always been a part of the fun.

But the weather has become worse recently, and the cold wind is biting. Thinking of the two soft wolf furs yesterday, he decided to kill the beast to keep its fur warm in order to avoid the severe cold.

The snow wolf howled, and the hind limbs suddenly lost their intuition and could only use two forelimbs to support them, and their eyes showed despair and endless regret.

It did not expect that this strange creature was so powerful, and it had great power with a single blow. Could it be that the battles that were only slightly inferior to him in the past few days were all acts?

The boy looked at its begging eyes and saw the slight bulge between his abdomen, knowing that it was pregnant with a little wolf.

The blood flowing beside the corner of its mouth is as gorgeous and charming as the red flowers that suddenly bloom in the snow in the mountains.

So the boy fell silent.

After a long silence, he smiled.

That is the joy of the warmth that is about to be obtained.

The silence just now was not about inner struggle, but about thinking about whether the excess wolf meat would be roasted and dried, or sealed directly into ice?

He lifted a huge rock and broke the snow wolf's neck.

Even though Snow Wolf died, he couldn't figure out how such amazing power could burst out from the small body of this strange creature?

Among the smashed stones, the boy selected a more convenient one, and the sharp stubble made him very satisfied.

A moment later, a finished wolf skin and wolf flesh that was like a hill appeared on the snow.

The boy pulled out a wolf's tooth that was worm-destroying a small hole, and used a thin animal skin rope to make a pendant and put it on his neck. He laughed happily.

The snow is still falling, and the poplar trees on the distant peaks are still withered, but the snow piles on the thick branches are falling down.

A person, to be more precise, should have been an old man sitting up from a branch.

The old man was dressed in white, with white hair and goatee beard even whiter than the snow on the ground, so that when he lay on the branches and fell asleep, he looked like a pile of snow from a distance.

The old man's eyes were clear, like the dew between the grass leaves in the morning. He frowned slightly as he watched the bloody scene of the young man dozens of miles away killing the snow wolf.

It seems that it is not appropriate for young people to be so cruel.

He has fought with monsters since childhood and has never seen anyone, so he naturally cannot speak human language. However, he knows that with the change of seasons, all things will rise and fall, and no one can avoid this rule except the smelly dragon.

Seeing this, Guo Mingzhe immediately woke up and smiled and said, "You have lived here since you were young and don't speak. Well, I'll teach you."

Guo Mingzhe clamped the boy's wrist with his right hand, stretched out his left hand with a serious expression. After pondering for a while, he pointed to the boy's eyebrows.

This finger contains some obscure truth, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth trembles at a certain frequency.

The boy remembered that the stinky dragon also stretched out his finger at him, and suddenly looked frightened and wanted to dodge, but no matter how he turned his head, he could not avoid his finger.

The moment the fingertips hit his eyebrows, the young man stayed there, and something caused a huge wave in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness through the old man's fingertips.

On the top of the mountain thousands of miles away, a huge figure opened his sleepy eyes, and his upright pupils were wrapped in huge pressure, almost breaking through the void. All the hibernating monsters within a radius of hundreds of miles were awakened, crawling on the ground, and their bodies were trembling violently.

But then it closed its eyes again, turned over, and hugged the endless gold and silver to continue snoring.

"That little bastard does nothing about me? It doesn't matter if I let the dog eat it and then pull it out." It hummed in an obscure tone and fell asleep.

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...

Guo Mingzhe pointed his finger directly into the depths of his soul, leaving a deep mark in the young man's sea of ​​consciousness. This is the knowledge related to language and vocabulary, and was directly imparted to him through this finger.

This ability has reached the scope of the way of heaven and can be called a magical power.

But he did not notice that deeper there was another imprint, emitting endless spiritual energy, nourishing his body.

The old man let go of his wrist and smiled and said, "Do you understand?"

The boy swallowed his saliva, as if he had not yet woken up from the shock of the sea of ​​consciousness just now, and replied clumsyly: "I understand... I understand!"

"What's your name?" Guo Mingzhe asked, but then he regretted asking, because the boy could not have a name at all, but fortunately the boy didn't understand what "stupid" is, otherwise he would definitely laugh at him.

The boy was silent, as if thinking about something.

Guo Mingzhe knew that he was understanding the knowledge and could answer it freely after he could understand it.

The old man looked at the Han River in the thousands of miles, and saw the cold wind howling, blowing through the endless desolation.

In an instant, the cold wind suddenly rose and ran through all over the fields.

The temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dropped a little.

The roar of monsters came faintly from afar, trembling with people's hearts.
Chapter completed!