Chapter 1133 Beast World (32)

Her stomach growled, she seemed to be hungry too.

She couldn't even blink her eyes, staring at the fresh and tender meat, her eyes were full, and she almost wrote the words "I want to eat too" on her face.

A little wolf wandered to her feet, looking at her curiously.

But soon, the little wolf turned around and ran away again.

Because, a wolf as tall as a mountain appeared in front of the elf.

It blocks the sun, and the shadows that fall fall over her.

His beautiful hair is fluffy and soft, and his broad feet are as big as hard stones.

"." The elf withdrew his gaze and looked up at it blankly, "What's wrong? Mussel."

She raised her head, her face was fair, and her hair was slender.

The light yellow sika deer spotted skirt on her body is neither too big nor too small, and the size is just right for her petite body.

Her beautiful and clear green pupils reflected its appearance, and seemed to reflect the warm light of the sun, with pure colors.

Silver Wolf looked at her quietly, still as cold as usual, no different from before.

The little girl looked over suspiciously, it slowly raised its front paw, and its thick paws touched her small head.

It asked quietly: "Do you want to eat tiger meat?"

The little girl was taken aback.

"Don't forget it."

It withdrew its front paw, with a flat tone.

She blinked and realized: "Yes!"

Her eyes lit up slightly, she stood up immediately, and hugged one of its forelimbs: "I want it! I want to eat it! Would you like to share some with me?"

Silver Wolf didn't speak, and slowly went uphill.

She followed immediately, smiling, grabbed a handful of its fur, and followed it up.

"Thank you, Mussel! You are so kind! I think I will repay you in the future!"

She is always so cheerful.

It's just, it turns out

Between elves and wolves, the food is still different.

Wolves can eat raw meat or even carrion at will.

But sprites are different.

Elves are delicate and expensive, and they are particularly delicate. When eating fruits, they must be picked in the morning, and they must be the freshest ones, otherwise they will have diarrhea.

As for eating meat, it is natural to eat roasted meat, otherwise, the elves will still have diarrhea.

So, the little elf obediently sat on the stone, hugged her legs, and carefully looked at the face of the man in front of her.

In the dark and cool cave, there is a fire, and the fire is bright.

The man is slender and has a wheat complexion.

The facial features are clear and deep, the brows are indifferent, and a long and slightly curly silver hair hangs down on the shoulders.

He lit a fire without saying a word.

Add fire and firewood, and use a wooden stick to fiddle with the dry firewood that has not been burned underneath.

The flames were burning enthusiastically, making tiny crackling sounds in the silent cave.

Excited wolves barked outside from time to time, and when it reached the cave, it made the inside too quiet, so quiet that the little girl didn't dare to say a word.

The man cuts the big chunks of meat with sharp stones, inserts them into thin wooden branches, and then puts them on the rack, turning them over and over for baking.

Soon, the hot flame roasted the meat out of oil.

The fragrant oil is sizzling from the meat, and there is a burnt burnt skin on the bottom layer.

The little girl stared straight at, watching the man take off the roasted meat, put it on the clean leaves, and tear it into small pieces.

The golden grilled and fragrant tiger meat was immediately handed to her.

She bent her eyes and took it carefully, "Thank you Mussel~"

"Museel, you are such a good wolf~"

(end of this chapter)