The old yellow wolf shook his head: "It seems that we have gone to the wrong place and should not be here."

With that said, it took the other wolves and turned around to leave.

The little yellow wolf turned back hesitantly and looked at Ye Juefeng.

It said: "There is no one in the wolf clan who is black and white like you. Black is a demon and white is a god, but you..."

The little yellow wolf was about to speak but stopped.

It didn't continue talking, and followed the figures of its parents and jumped into the grass and disappeared.

Ye Juefeng took two steps forward to catch up: "I'm not ominous, I've never heard of this legend!"

"Come back, the mountains to the south have beautiful scenery and can allow you to thrive!"

However, the wolves walked away and did not look back.

Ye Juefeng still had a childish voice, shouting: "Are you really not going to take a look?"

In the end, the wolves disappeared deep into the jungle and were out of sight.

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The little guy lowered his head, with a look of loneliness and loneliness in his bronze wolf eyes.

He said quietly: "I am not the wolf in the legend."

Ye Juefeng walked in the forest in despair, holding his little wolf paws.

The color of hair is not something he can choose.

Why, since childhood, when everyone sees his ears of different colors, they can’t help but laugh.

Why are they afraid of him when he meets the same kind?

At this time, Ye Juefeng passed by the pond.

The little guy stuck his head in to observe the reflection in the water.

He has grown a bit bigger than when he was three years old.

However, the white ear and the white hair on his left arm appear more prominent.

Under the sunlight, he only had the appearance of a wolf, but he didn't look like a wolf at all.

For some reason, Ye Juefeng thought of the mocking of those bird demons again.

He doesn't have any demonic power, and even his appearance is nondescript.

How long will it take for him to be as powerful as his father?

He returned to the house in a depressed mood.

Bai Yi and his wife haven't woken up yet. Except for the long blue sky and white clouds in the sky, no one knows what happened to the little guy.

Gu Nuoer came back from playing abroad.

I don't know if it was her misunderstanding, but she always felt that her son had become more boring.

Start walking in a direction where there are not many people talking.

Gu Nuoer mentioned his discovery to Ye Siming several times.

Ye Siming also observed his son for several days.

In the end, the two of them felt that their son must have grown up and started to have his own little things.

Just like that, another three years passed.

Ye Juefeng is eight years old.

He grew up to be a handsome young boy.

The baby fat I had when I was young disappeared and was replaced by a clear jawline.

Those thin eyes that used to be innocent and cute have become so deep and black that you can't even see the bottom.

He looks very similar to Ye Siming, and there is Gu Nuoer's gentleness in his eyebrows.

So when Ye Juefeng doesn't smile, even though he looks cold, he is still a beautiful boy.

On this day, Ye Juefeng followed Jiang Shiji on the street.

Ye Juefeng's aunt gave birth to a son this year.

He came to pick out some gifts for the younger brother he had just met.

However, I passed by a market entrance.

He suddenly heard someone crying, mixed with other people's teasing.

Ye Juefeng looked over with cold eyes, suddenly reined in the reins, changed lanes, and ran in search of the sound.

"So my mother always said that to marry a virtuous woman, not a beautiful woman..." Jiang Shiji was still chattering in front of him, shaking his head.

Suddenly he turned around and saw Ye Juefeng going in another direction.

He hurriedly rode up to catch up: "Brother Feng, wait for me!"

The night wind followed the sound and found the place.

He glanced around and saw a group of people surrounding an old woman and laughing.

The old woman had a sign hanging on her body: Sell your body and bury your son.

Everyone laughed at her——

"Who wants to sell herself at such an old age?"

"That's right. There's a person lying there, pretending to be dead, right? Let me kick him and see."

The old woman was humiliated and burst into tears. She hugged the man's kicked foot and begged: "Please show me your noble hands."

"My son was a wandering businessman, doing some small business, but when he was passing through the mountain road, he was intercepted and killed by a flying thief."

"My family's money was lost to those goods shopkeepers, and I am now completely destitute. Now I, old woman, have no other ability. I just want to give my son a good burial."
Chapter completed!