Zhao Wujiang stared at the girl with bright eyes and white teeth, with delicate cheeks, especially her long and soft eyes, which were agile, cunning, playful, and serious.

He smiled gently:

“Good looking.”

The girl smiled sweetly, pillowed on her knees, frowned from time to time, and the evil fire in her body continued to burn. She felt a little uncomfortable, and her eyes stared at a small silver bell on her left wrist.

Although she was generous and made some choices to pass the news back to life, deep down she was still not ready to hand over her body to a man who felt a little bit like a little bit old, but not much.

This man is really beautiful, but he is much better than most of the big and thick men on the grassland.

He speaks nicely and has a gentle temperament.

But she always felt that something was almost there.

She knows that it is the foundation of feelings.

And the reason why she generously chose to make the man in front of her become her man and save her life.

In addition to the reason she mentioned just now, there is another reason, that the bell on her left wrist sounded softly when she woke up and saw the man Lavida in front of her.

Only she could hear the sound. This was what my mother told her before she went to heaven.

If she meets someone who is extremely important in her life, the small bell in her hand will ring, but only she can hear the sound.

The man in front of her is very important to her, what would it be?

It seems that there is no relationship left to choose, right?

It is impossible, just like the Great Xia River and Lake recorded in the sheepskin scroll, the two of them have formed a common cause. The girl frowned and smiled when she thought of this, as if she was involved in the pain in her body.

The man beside him was a little silent, just like her, waiting for something.

The snow wolf Xiaobai lay beside the fire, his gray and black eyes were full of doubt, and there was a sense of clear stupidity. It was a little unresponsive to the conversation between the girl and the man.

That's how things are?

"By the way, my name is Gulikoli. The grassland means a girl born in a sea of ​​flowers. What about you, what is your name?"

The girl looked at the man fiddling with firewood by the fire, as gentle as jade, and for some reason, she felt relieved.

"My name is Zhao Wujiang." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently:

"The meaning of vastness and boundlessness."

"Zhao Wujiang?" The girl repeated softly and asked seriously:

"Zhao Wujiang, Daxia...well...

There are a lot of beautiful people, and places, right?"

"Yes." Zhao Wujiang smiled and nodded. He noticed that the girl's brows were getting deeper and deeper. It was thought that the pain was a little unbearable.

"Zhao Wujiang..." The girl's delicate cheeks were already rosy as the sunset reflected in the water, and the bright silver-white hair shone with a trace of a lack of agility and innocence, and a little more charming. Her water-blue eyes closed slightly and she said in a trembling voice:

"I seem...some..."

She tried hard to open her eyes, and the waves were waving, staring at Zhao Wujiang, eight points of solemnity and two points of shyness, and said:

"Let's start..."

Zhao Wujiang nodded and sighed slightly, "The more love debts you have, the more debts you have, it will not suppress you."

The girl clenched her fists and hammered the somewhat confused Snow Wolf Xiaobai and said angrily:

"Xiaobai, go out."

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"Go out." The girl was furious and her silver hair shook lightly.

The little white and gray-black eyes turned white and the girl and the man looked at it, and moved their wolf claws and walked outward.

When he walked to Dama Xiaohong, who was kneeling on the ground, Xiaobai shouted again:

"Aowuwuwuwuwuwu (Xiaohong, let's go.)"

The little red horse's face was long and he kicked Xiaobai away with one hoof:

"Hiss (get out!)"

"Xiaohong, you go out too." Zhao Wujiang smiled and said in a deep voice.

Xiaohong had no choice but to get up, strode his hooves and walked out of the cave, and into the wind and snow.

The snow wolf Xiaobai rolled up behind him, rubbed the ground with four claws, and chased Xiaohong with a whimper. Xiaohong's kick just now kicked off its dignity as a descendant of the wolf god, and it couldn't bear it.
Chapter completed!