Chapter 1131 Beast World (30)

"Hey, Mussel, do you want to carry me away?"

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

Silver Wolf didn't say anything, and quickly left the place with her on his back.

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

Only then did he discover that there was a big hole not far away.

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

Fallen leaves were spread beside it, leaving only a trap that looked like a trap dug by a hunter to deal with large beasts.

The little girl looked at it, wanting to raise her head and take a closer look.

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

I could only watch it from a distance, then lean into its ear and ask:

"Musel, what happened to that big tiger? Did you defeat it?"

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

It is as fast as an arrow and can walk effortlessly on uneven surfaces.

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

That layer of beautiful silver hair is like soft satin, fluffy and soft, just like clouds when it constantly shuttles under the sun.

Seeing that it didn't want to say anything, the elf stopped asking and lay quietly on its back.

Looking at the scenery on both sides, she quickly moved back. She exhaled quietly, then slowly hugged it tightly, and tightly grasped a tuft of its hair in her palms.

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

She felt better riding a wolf.

The wind is running like lightning, and the steps are as fast as flying.

The cool wind blew against my face, as if the forest was no longer so stuffy.

Her feet swayed and swayed, hugging it and looking forward.

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

The lark called, and soon landed on the branch, folding its wings.

He looked curiously and then murmured to himself.

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

"The elf is really amazing. He can actually talk to the wolves. I want to tell everyone quickly."

The lark responsible for delivering messages in the forest immediately took off and flew towards the high canopy of trees.

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

The big black pig that was burying its head in the soil suddenly raised its head.

"How could she do this!?"

Its tone was as sad and angry as that of an abandoned first wife.

"I told the elf back then that I wanted her to teach that hateful wolf a lesson. That hateful wolf actually ate my best friend!"

The black butterfly was flying beside the tree and interjected mercilessly:

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

The final result?

Bruce went all the way to please Redmond again, not caring about Balk's death.

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

"Bruce, it is natural for wolves to eat pigs. You should be grateful if they don't eat you. You actually want to teach the wolf a lesson?"

The big black pig choked and immediately retorted unconvinced: "Who... who said that it is natural for wolves to eat pigs?!"