C9

There was no bird left in the forest, only trees and leaves and wolves.

Chang Lou felt that the wolves had as many leaves as these countless trees had, because they were all his.

He was at the highest point of the thickest and tallest tree in the forest. Holding onto the top of the tree which was already as thick as a bowl, he swayed along with the wind.

When he looked down, countless green lanterns were staring at him, and Chang Lou had once boasted that his eyes could stare at the sun for an hour and the moon for a lifetime. However, he didn't dare to look. Below him, there were eyes that were gentler than the sun, but more bloodthirsty and filled with greed.

The fear brought by such intense eyes far surpassed the fear brought by the ugly "robbing" man he had met during his travels in the Great Desert of the Qing Yang Empire. The man could only use a mouth and a face full of purple pockmarks as a weapon. These old and young, hot and cold fellows had sharp teeth for chewing bones and claws for flapping bark. Even more frightening was that they still had the wisdom to cooperate, and the worst of all was that they were very, very patient.

Chang Lou felt as if he had been lying on the tree for half his life, but these guys were still trying their best to deal with him.

"Sigh!" "They've already waited for so long, it's not easy anyway. I'm so hungry that I'm about to lose my strength. I can just fall down and let them eat. We can fight the martial arts world for 18 years!" Chang Lou's hands, which were holding onto the tree trunk, began to shake. He really didn't have any strength left, he could barely hold on. His will was worn down by time and began to let his thoughts run wild.

"Awoo …" A strange howl sounded out. The wolves below him had changed.

With his good eyesight, Chang Lou could clearly see that the peripheral wolves had retreated to the sides, and a gap that was two meters wide and ten meters long appeared in the middle of the gap.

A large, snow-white wolf used its strong four limbs to stamp on the ground, raising its head like a ready arrow.

In front of it, a large black wolf took advantage of the ten-meter buffer zone to leap up and onto the back of the wolf in front of it. A few coyotes jumped onto the back of the wolf near the tree and then leaped up like cannonballs.

What truly stunned Chang Lou was that when the big black wolf jumped onto the back of the first wolf, the white wolf started to run wildly. When the big black wolf jumped to the highest point and was about to hit the tree trunk, the white wolf stepped on the big black wolf's back.

"It's not bad to be eaten by a wolf with such intelligence!" Chang Lou held onto the trunk with one hand and grabbed Quicksand's ugly scabbard with the other. He slapped it hard on the wolf's head, knocking it down.

At the last moment of his trance, a powerful force flowed from Chang Lou's blood. The will of life made him resist, not submit.

"Come down!" Just as Chang Lou closed her eyes to wait for a second, or two hours later, when she fell down and was torn into pieces by the wolves, there was someone talking under the tree.

Chang Lou blinked, and saw that there was indeed a person standing below, and not a Demonic Wolf among the pack of wolves. She slowly slipped down. After sitting on a branch that was closer to him, he took deep breaths and calmed his thumping heart. He said in a weak voice, "Great deity, can you retract your dog? "It's really scary!

"How do you know this is my puppy?" The voice of the woman below was crisp and pleasant to the ears, even more so than the chirping of the skylark.

As for his knowledge, Chang Lou had never been modest. "I'm more knowledgeable than anyone else. I know the legend of the werewolf by the Life and Death Lake!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the woman on the snow wolf. She was wearing a snow-white, close-fitting leather suit that accentuated her curvaceous and attractive figure, giving her an incomparably charming and seductive appearance, giving her a sense of elegance. His two slender, long, fair legs naturally fell into the air. As they swayed, the chilly night wind also became hot. With such a sexy figure, her face should also be charming and alluring, just like a budding red rose or a bright red peach blossom. However, this woman's face didn't have that wild and charming look. Instead, there was a serene scholarly air between her eyebrows, very much like a young girl reciting love poems in her room.

"Since young master knows of this legend, you should know of my surname, right?" The werewolf smiled sweetly and said to Chang Lou.

Chang Lou didn't see this stunning smile. He was immersed in recalling the knowledge that had been left in his mind for a long time. After thinking for a long time, Chang Lou tried asking, "Miss's surname is Huo?"

The werewolf's voice became somewhat mournful and pitiful. She sighed and said faintly, "I didn't think that someone would still remember. I thought I had forgotten about it!"

Chang Lou murmured softly, "It's all written on my family tree, how could I forget?"

There was no need to mention the wolf's hearing, the werewolf was definitely not weak. Hearing Chang Lou's words, her eyes became much colder as she gritted her teeth and asked, "Which family are you from? Su Clan? Xie Clan? Or the Hua Family? "

The werewolf's anger was immediately smelt by the pack of wolves. Following the wolf pack's disturbance, the atmosphere immediately turned amiss. Chang Lou smacked his own lips and hastily replied, trembling with fear, "None of them."

"Hmm?" The werewolf frowned in puzzlement, and a powerful aura emanated from her seductive body. In that instant, a thin layer of frost appeared on the leaves of the Chang Lou. As the main target, Chang Lou trembled from the cold. If it weren't for the fact that Chang Lou's clothes could barely be considered a treasured garment, he would definitely have fallen out of the tree due to the extreme cold.

Chang Chen had been wandering around in this world for a long time, and his eyes were sharp. He knew what this person wanted him to say. With trembling teeth, she forced out a single word, "Chang … Jia!"

"Chang Clan?" The werewolf seemed to have thought of something and withdrew his momentum. He sneered, "The Chang Clan saved three of my men. I swore that I wouldn't kill any of the Chang Clan's disciples three times, but … it's a pity …" Halfway through his sentence, the werewolf seemed to have fully summoned up his momentum and slowly added the last half of the sentence, "Unfortunately, you're the fourth?"

It was summer and the trees were covered in ice flowers. It was as if the house had fallen into an ice hole while wearing a cotton-padded jacket. With a tumble, the house fell down from the tree.

"Can … can't … tell … me … three …" Chang Lou shook his head as he asked the werewolf.

"You want to know who the first three bastards are?" The werewolf spoke for him.

Chang Lou nodded. He really wanted to know who the three bastards were.

The werewolf smiled and jumped off the back of the wolf. He bent down and approached the building, sticking out his tongue like a mischievous little girl and said, "I won't tell you!"

Chang Lou calmly closed his eyes as he looked at the swaying white legs and the Jade Rabbit that seemed ready to burst out. A thought flashed through his mind before he fainted. There was even a trace of a smile on his face.

"This time, it's worth it even if I die!"