Chapter 19 What kind of awkward grain reserve is he?

Yuan Jue no longer had time to take care of these things. He only knew that when he walked to another giant tree, his demonic consciousness was used up.

The world was completely in darkness, and Mr. Big Bad Wolf didn't even notice it, and even his face gradually climbed on many black dots.

The moment before he was about to fall into a completely coma, Mr. Big Bad Wolf held the demon core and the bright red velvet tightly, and slowly sat down with a giant tree.

He gasped and threw his plush tail, which was almost frozen, with snowflakes falling.

He made a look for himself, with a hint of expectation.

I am looking forward to maybe Ruan Qiuqiu will come to find him.

But he also knew that he used the power of demons to put a deep sleep spell on her, and now he hoped that she could come to find him. What kind of awkward grain reserve is he?

In such a dangerous forest, what dream is he having that she will come to him?

On a lonely and cold winter night, Mr. Wolf laughed briefly.

He hoped that when he was discovered by her again, he would not be a pile of corpses.

Yuan Jue's long eyelashes were covered with frost, and he slowly closed his eyes without focal length.

The consciousness gradually became hazy, but he seemed to have hallucinations.

It seemed that his little lady who should be lying on the stone bed to sleep peacefully, her voice was coming from a distance, calling her husband one by one.

"Husband!"

"Where are you?"

The hallucination was a little realistic, and he even heard her trembling sound.

But gradually, I couldn't hear it again.

Losing the suppressed black spots, spreading on those broken demon cores at a faster rate.

Mr. Big Bad Wolf was completely in a coma, but he didn't know.

Ruan Qiuqiu really came to find him.

"Silly Wolf, where have you gone..." Ruan Qiuqiu cried anxiously, her voice shivering.

She held a clearly extinct torch in the snow and darkness, held a black animal leather jacket in her arms, and the only bone knife in her home, looking for it in the huge and dark forest in fear.

——Time goes back more than ten minutes ago.

The wood-burning stone stove was constantly conveying a warm atmosphere to the outside. The stone bed was very warm, but Ruan Qiuqiu felt something was wrong.

Not only did she feel like she was pressed against something, but Mr. Big Bad Wolf suddenly appeared in her dream of eating barbecue happily.

The long hideous scar on his face was covered with frost, and his gray-blue eyes seemed to have returned to their focal length, staring at her without blinking.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked over in confusion and saw the damn sweet-looking big bad wolf bent his lips and smiled at her.

She heard the sick husband's eyes full of loneliness, and said to her in a very soft voice, "...sleep."

sleep?

Ruan Qiuqiu regained some consciousness, but she seemed to be suppressed by something and could not open her eyes.

She struggled hard and stretched one arm out of the skin.

The coolness diluted some of the strong sleepiness, and Ruan Qiuqiu felt something was wrong.

She was not particularly tired yesterday and could not have slept so heavily.

Did Mr. Big Bad Wolf do it?

What do this reserved grain do?

Ruan Qiuqiu was a little funny and puzzled. She struggled little by little to raise her hand, wanting to touch Mr. Evil Wolf's arm.

But wherever you pass, there is only the cold skin.

Ruan Qiuqiu woke up suddenly. She suddenly opened her eyes and turned over to look at the side.

——Before going to bed last night, the animal skin she had tucked for Mr. Big Bad Wolf and scattered on the stone bed. The big Bad Wolf with her left leg was gone.

The position beside her was empty and nothing was left.

Ruan Qiuqiu felt a chill on her back. She quickly put on her clothes, wrapped her animal skin "shoes", and rushed to the entrance of the cave and the "storage room" in almost panic.

But she searched the cave inside and outside, but there was no trace of Mr. Big Bad Wolf.

Ruan Qiuqiu stood at the dark cave entrance with a piece of firewood that was pulled out of the cave stone stove in desperation, and in an instant she felt like she was abandoned.

She thought of what the wolf said to her yesterday, and he told her to stay away from him.

But she originally thought that he was willing to be a snail wolf, so he shouldn't be so repulsive of her.

Even if he was leaving, he wouldn't hate her so much that she didn't even want the cave.

The cold wind blew on her, and Ruan Qiuqiu bit her lips, her ears buzzing, and it was hot from her throat to her cheeks.

The embarrassing sourness surged up. Ruan Qiuqiu blinked vigorously, and through the faint light, he caught a row of invisible footprints on the snow near the cave.

Ruan Qiuqiu wiped the corners of his eyes, and walked into the snow without caring about the cold wind.

Not only was there a row of smaller footprints on the ground that were almost covered by snow, looking forward, but there were also some very deep ones, which were the footprints of large hunters at first glance.

Ruan Qiuqiu's pupils shrank, and a thought emerged in his mind:

Did any ancient creatures or monsters attack?

Did that wolf become smaller and lead it away?

Ruan Qiuqiu didn't care about the random thoughts, so she quickly ran back to the cave, took a long piece of wood from the "storage room", wrapped it simply with the ragged animal skin in the "master bedroom", and made it into a torch.

Then he rushed to the stone table and picked up the only weapon in the cave that she could use from the protection - the Bone Knife.

When holding the bone knife, Ruan Qiuqiu noticed that the clothes she made for Mr. Big Bad Wolf had been passive.

She trembled her lips and picked it up and looked at it, but she found a tuft of silver-gray, long hair from it.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked at the tuft of hair and bent her eyebrows with sobs.

This snail-gray wolf is really too much. Since it is about to leave, why should we keep the hair?

Also, she just noticed that the wood in the stone stove was obviously added, and she even left two basins of snow water for spare, and he poured one basin into the stone pot and cooked.

It's like, intentional.

Ruan Qiuqiu smiled twice, and his eyes gradually became brighter and firmer.

She held the black animal leather jacket made for Mr. Big Bad Wolf in her arms, held the bone knife tightly with her left hand and lit the torch with her right hand.

——She wants to find him.

He had to talk to himself, and obviously used a sleepy technique on her. A disabled wolf alone led the big bad wolf away from the predator and pulled it back.

Although she is very weak, she can help you as a bait to attract attention when trying not to drag him back.

Ruan Qiuqiu's head was in a mess. She held a torch and braved the heavy snow. For the first time, she left the cave on an extremely dark and dangerous night.

She looked for the traces of the ground that were gradually becoming shallower and slowly ran faster and faster.

As a normal person with a mature mind, from an absolute rational perspective, she should not have risked such heavy snow to find a big bad wolf that is most likely to have encountered an unexpected situation.

Even if the wolf demon was her nominal husband, nothing happened to them, and they didn't even get along for a few days.

As long as she can forget him and join the Yanlang tribe or any other tribe, with the rarity of her supernatural powers, she will definitely be much more confident than her rushing into the forest like this.

But……

Ruan Qiuqiu controlled his breathing and prevented himself from inhaling too much cold wind.

The heavy snow blurted her vision and slowed down her speed.

She gritted her teeth and fought against the wind and snow.

But--

He is her Mr. Snail Wolf.

Even if she knew it was dangerous, she couldn't just leave him alone.

She knew that according to the plot in the book, perhaps Mr. Big Bad Wolf was dead.

But since she can change the plot and come to him, he should be able to survive.

He must survive.

There seemed to be countless eyes hidden in the darkness, staring at her, a delicious human race.

Ruan Qiuqiu bit the bullet and forced herself to calmly chase the footprints on the ground, step on the thick snow as quickly as possible, and chase forward slowly.

But after she walked for more than ten minutes, not only did the footprints of Mr. Wolf, who had become a wolf cub, disappeared, but even the footprints of the "hunter" became increasingly faded.

Where the footprints disappeared, only a pool of blood was left.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked at the blood, her scalp was numb and anxious. The torch could not see too many things, and her voice was trembling.

"Husband——"
To be continued...