From the moment the Wolf King pounced, Yang Feng felt like he was in a dream.

The black and white world in his dream made him feel an indescribable absurdity and weirdness, and what was equally weird was him in the dream.

In that strange dream, like a bystander, he watched from the third-person perspective in mid-air as the Wolf King jumped on him. When the Wolf King took off and kicked the ground, he even scratched out a deep ditch on the ground.

Just watching a pair of claws slap on his hand.

To be precise, it was taken down by my own hand.

"He" on the ground opened his eyes. His pupils were glowing with a strange red light, rising like two flickering flames. These blood pupils stared at the Wolf King's eyes with endless killing intent.

For a moment, he saw a hint of timidity appear on the Wolf King's face.

But a moment later, the Wolf King opened his mouth and bit down on his neck. With the size of the Wolf King, he was able to tear his head off his neck in one bite.

But the Wolf King's fangs pierced the air, and his body disappeared out of thin air from under the Wolf King as if it suddenly evaporated. When the Wolf King reacted, "he" was already riding on the Wolf King's back.

With a thunderous "click" sound, Yang Feng watched with his own eyes as his body twisted the wolf king's neck with his bare hands. In the few seconds until the wolf king died, the burly wolf like a tiger even

It didn't make any sound. Rather than saying it was a wolf king, it was more like a lamb hanging on the gallows, with no power to resist.

"He" jumped down from the Wolf King's body and stood opposite the wolves, staring at the dozens of pairs of cold eyes in front of him in the darkness. In just a few minutes, the identities of the hunter and the prey were revealed.

A shocking reversal occurred.

"He" walked towards the wolves step by step. His body was so thin and small under the night, but the wolves were forced back by him, as if there were thousands of troops in front of them.

There was a mournful howling sound among the wolves, as if they were grieving for the dead wolf king and wolf queen; some of them were grinding their teeth secretly, but when they saw the pair floating in the darkness in front of them,

When the blood pupil hits the eye, all the anger disappears.

"He" moved his muscles and bones, and the joints all over his body made a crackling sound. The wolves in front of him clamped their tails to show submission, and they retreated faster and faster, as if the red-eyed boy in front of them was something terrifying.

Things are the same.

In the end, the wolves retreated from a safe distance and fled, but the dream did not end there.

Yang Feng watched as his body lifted the body of the Wolf King onto his shoulders. It stands to reason that even an adult of this size might not be able to carry the Wolf King so easily. However, with his small body, he could actually do it.

This kind of "anti-human" operation...

"Whatever, it's just a dream."

He just watched himself carrying the Wolf King as he walked to Lao Wang's tent again, and rang the brass bell hanging outside the tent.

"Old Wang, the goods have arrived." His body said.

However, there was no light in the tent, and it seemed that Lao Wang had already fallen asleep.

"Oh, oh, oh, it's too late today! We won't collect anything!" Lao Wang's voice sounded from the tent with a hint of getting out of bed.

"You will definitely be satisfied with this!" he said while standing in front of the tent.

"If you're not satisfied, I won't be able to take it back with you. Even if the Wolf King comes today, I won't take it back!" Lao Wang said helplessly.

"The Wolf King is coming."

There was a pause in the sound in the tent, and then there was a pinging sound immediately, and then Lao Wang squinted his eyes and poked his head out of the tent.

When Lao Wang saw Yang Feng and the huge thing on his shoulders, his small eyes that were originally narrowed suddenly widened as if he had seen a ghost.

"This, this," Lao Wang pointed at Yang Feng and was speechless for a moment.

He has been in this business for so many years, and although he has seen wolf kings, they were all hunted down with modern weapons. There are either bullet holes or knife marks on the wolf skin, but the body is still warm when carried directly on his back.

The Wolf King found him, and this was his first time seeing him.

"Do you want it?" Yang Feng bent down with a wicked smile and put his face in front of Lao Wang.

Lao Wang was starry-eyed and nodded hard, "I think!"

"five hundred."

Lao Wang was startled, "This! Xiaofeng... is a bit expensive..."

Yang Feng rolled his eyes, raised his voice and said in the same tone as Lao Wang: "Who said just now, 'Even if the Wolf King comes tonight, I won't accept it.'"

Lao Wang had a dark face. Although Yang Feng's price was indeed a bit too high, in his eyes, the Wolf King's skin of this quality was truly a "rare treasure."

"Okay! Five hundred is five hundred!" Lao Wang gritted his teeth and emerged from the tent against the biting autumn wind, wearing only a pair of big pants.

"The crafting fee is one hundred, the shipping fee is one hundred, and if the quality is complete and zero damage, another one hundred, for a total of eight hundred." Yang Feng said, supporting the Wolf King with one hand, and reaching out to Lao Wang with the other.

"You! Why did you bring the price increase? The origin of you, the Wolf King, is unknown. It's still five hundred, minus three hundred!" Lao Wang waved his hand and walked around Yang Feng in his underwear, looking at his shoulders for a while.

The Wolf King looked at him again with great doubts.

Yang Feng frowned and stared straight at Lao Wang, "Besides, I'm still up."

Lao Wang was stunned for a moment, waved his hand helplessly, saying that he was "willing to compromise", then opened the tent and motioned for Yang Feng to come in and "inspect the goods" with him.

"The goods are genuine, and you will pay ten for every fake one. Just give me the money and leave. If you wait any longer, the price will really rise." Yang Feng said impatiently.

When seeing this scene, the real Yang Feng couldn't help but laugh at this "dream" from the bottom of his heart, but having said that, the self in the dream did seem to be more financially minded than the self in reality.

"Okay, Yang Feng... I've been doing this for seven years and I haven't seen anyone get a complete Wolf King skin. I only have 800 yuan left in my body. You left me lonely!" Old Wang

He said carelessly, took out a small black cloth bag from under the pillow, and without looking at it, he took out a handful of banknotes and stuffed it into Yang Feng's hand.

Yang Feng took a cursory look and saw that there was a lot of change, indeed around seven or eight hundred, but he didn't care about the small amount.

"Let's go." Yang Feng said, gently placing the Wolf King's body on the ground, and then turned around and walked out of the tent. His consciousness seemed to have merged into the stars in the sky, gradually turning into darkness...

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Yang Feng's first feeling after regaining consciousness was that there was something soft rubbing against his face, and at the same time there was a "squeaking" sound.

The cool breeze in the second half of the night flowed unbridled through his dirty coarse shirt and into his clothes, causing him to shiver immediately.

That "humming" sound is right in front of you.

Yang Feng was startled and opened his eyes suddenly. He saw a pair of watery Kazilan's big eyes right in front of him. There was a pink and tender little nose under the big eyes, and there was a silky nose under the little nose.

The little tongue was licking his face.

He moved his head to the side with a "rubbing" sound, and then the furry little guy staggered over to catch up with him, sat down next to his head, shrank his body into a small ball, and lay on top of him.

beside the neck.

Yang Feng recognized it at a glance. It was a wolf cub, a little wolf whose fur had not yet fully grown.

He swallowed, propped himself up and sat up from the ground, only to find that he was still lying in the small wasteland where he met the Wolf King.

But his body felt as if he had just run a marathon. All the bones in his body were almost falling apart, and there was no pain anywhere in his body.

When the little wolf saw him getting up, he grunted and rubbed his body against him, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

Yang Feng looked down at the little wolf, which was about the same size as his feet. He could tell that this little wolf was the offspring of the Wolf King and the Wolf Queen.

When he thought of the Wolf King, Yang Feng subconsciously touched his pocket. When he touched the bulge on his pants, fear suddenly exploded from his mind.

That's not a dream!

There is indeed a lot of money in his pocket!

Thinking about it, he put his hand into his pocket and took out the money that Lao Wang gave him.

He sat there blankly for more than ten seconds. During this time, he replayed the dream in his head again.

Was he under the control of something and killed the Wolf King with his bare hands?

The little wolf beneath him started to rub against him again, probably because he was hungry.

According to Yang Feng's understanding, this wolf pup should be a "premature infant" because normally, the breeding period of wolves is around late winter and early spring. If the pup is born too early, it will be difficult for him to survive the long period.

winter.

Yang Feng lowered his head and suddenly smelled an indescribable fishy smell from his body. When he touched it, he immediately felt a piece of sticky stuff from his collar. This was the source of the fishy smell.

This was the saliva left by the Wolf King when he fought with him. The little wolf probably followed his father's scent all the way here, and then mistook Yang Feng for the Wolf King.

Because Yang Feng's coat is already stained with a layer of wolf hair, and there is wolf king saliva on his collar, such a young wolf should only be able to judge whether it is his parents through the smell.

This puts Yang Feng in a difficult position. Now the bodies of the Wolf King and Wolf Queen are in Lao Wang's tent. Who would have thought that these two wolves would leave behind the wolf seed so early, and the wolf seed was found by accident.

Here?

Another gust of cold wind blew by, and Yang Feng's hands and feet had already become as cold as a dead corpse. He couldn't help but sneezed loudly. Unexpectedly, the little wolf was not afraid and still huddled beside him.

The little wolf was shivering under the torment of the cold wind. If he left the little wolf here, I'm afraid it might not survive even two days...

"Little wolf?" he said softly, and the furry little ball under him raised its head and stared at him with its big eyes that reflected the bright moon and stars.

This big head was shivering in the cold wind, but its eyes were filled with weak but indestructible trust.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." Yang Feng said, picked up the little wolf and staggered towards home.

Now he began to wonder if he had a "brain problem" again, because even if there was something wrong with his brain, he could always hear another voice, but personally, he couldn't do it that fast at all.

Speed ​​and power...

Now even if you give him a sharp knife, he may not be able to beat the Wolf King, let alone break the Wolf King's neck with his bare hands like in the dream?
Chapter completed!