Chapter 1131 Beast World (30)

"Ah, Mussel, are you going to carry me on your back?"

The little girl was instantly happy, her eyes were bent, and she directly lay on its back and hugged its neck.

Silver Wolf didn't speak, and quickly left the place with his back behind his back.

The little girl hugged its neck, suddenly thought of something, and looked back.

Only then did I discover that there was a big hole not far away just now.

The big hole is very empty, it looks like it was dug out alive.

There are fallen leaves next to it, and there is only a trap that looks like a hunter dug out and is specially used to deal with large beasts.

The little girl looked at it, and wanted to look up and observe carefully.

It's just that the silver wolf ran too fast, and she didn't dare to let go of its neck.

had no choice but to look at it from a distance, then leaned into its ear and asked:

"Museel, what happened to that big tiger? Have you defeated it?"

Silver Wolf hummed, as if he didn't want to say anything more.

It is as fast as an arrow, and it is effortless to walk on uneven surfaces.

The thick and wide soles of the feet were bigger than the hands of an adult male. When they stepped on the wet ground, they immediately left clear wolf paw prints on them, one after another.

That layer of beautiful silver hair, when it shuttles continuously under the sun, is like soft satin, fluffy and soft, like a cloud.

Seeing that it didn't want to talk, the little elf didn't ask, and quietly lay on its back.

Seeing the scenery on both sides going back quickly, she let out a breath silently, and then slowly hugged it tightly, and tightly grasped a bunch of its hair in her palm.

The feeling of riding a wolf is really different from that of riding a horse.

She felt that riding a wolf was more enjoyable.

Flying like lightning, walking like flying.

The cool wind is blowing, as if the forest is not so stuffy anymore.

Her foot is shaking and shaking, holding it, looking forward.

On the way, she saw a lark flying in the sky, and she smiled and waved to the lark to say hello.

The lark uttered a cry, and quickly landed on the branch, folding its wings.

Looked curiously, then muttered to himself.

"Didn't Bruce want to find the elf? But the elf is riding that silver wolf."

"The little elf is really amazing. He was able to talk to the wolves. I'm going to tell everyone."

The lark, who was in charge of delivering messages in the forest, immediately flew up and flew towards the high canopy tree layer.

"What!? The elf is playing with that creepy wolf?"

The **** pig who was digging his head into the soil instantly raised his head.

"How could she do this!?"

Its tone of grief and indignation was like that of a former spouse who had been abandoned.

"I told the elf clearly at the beginning, and asked her to teach that nasty wolf a lesson. That nasty wolf ate my best friend!"

The black colorful butterfly was flying by the tree, interjecting mercilessly:

"Come on, Bruce, when Balk was eaten by Redmond, didn't you also say that Balk was your good friend, and you want to show Redmond some color?"

The result is the last?

Bruce went to flatter Redmond again, and didn't care about Balk's death at all.

What else to say. It is natural for tigers to eat pigs, and it is normal for one or two to die occasionally.

"Bruce, it's only natural for wolves to eat pigs. If they don't eat you, you should be thankful. You still want to teach wolves a lesson?"

The **** pig choked, and immediately retorted unconvinced: "Who... who said that it is only right and proper for wolves to eat pigs?!"

(end of this chapter)