The cold wind blew Meng Youtian's face, making him more awake, and this scene caught his eye.

A Xiu had messy hair, blocking the door of the shack with her body, waving a stick, waving out her mouth, driving away, and scaring the two approaching wolves. The frequency of her arms was waving slowly, and sadness arose in her heart, not for herself, but for her sister A Qiao who was so scared that she kept crying behind her.

The two wolves knew that they were sure to win, and they were about to get into the stomach for a delicious meal. They were not too slow and patient. They began to bare their teeth and prepare for the first and last attack. The sharp teeth looked very afraid of people. Under the rolling lips, two rows of teeth shone white in the hazy moonlight. The slender and gloomy eyes in the deep eye sockets stared at the futile struggle woman in front of them.

Meng Youtian rushed out of the shack. Under the bleak moonlight, he could see the confrontation between a woman and two wolves. Without thinking, he quickly pressed the butt on his shoulder. This was the result of long-term training. His father was a professional hunter. When he was a child, he followed his father to get up early and go to bed late, and wandered in the mountains and forests.

The two wolves stopped their movements just before launching the attack, turned their heads and stared at the sudden appearance of humanity. The slight hesitation made them pay a heavy price.

With a "boom!", the iron sand shot over with his head and face. The two wolves were very close. Meng Youtian beat him very accurately. With a shrill scream, one of the wolves fell to the ground immediately, and the other staggered, and ran into the woods with his body shaking.

A Xiu was stunned by what happened suddenly. She gasped and sprayed a wave of white mist from her mouth. She barely crossed the stick in front of her chest, looking cautiously at the madman who almost violated her and saved her at this time. Although there were scars and dirt on her face, it could also be seen that the madman was actually a young man of the same age as hers.

Meng Youtian frowned and looked at this hostile woman. He had nothing like Zhixuan, but his firm expression... He had no chance to compensate Zhixuan for his debts. The dying wolf on the ground suddenly let out the last howl. The scream came from his feet to his whole body, making him feel sad and sad.

After sighing heavily, Meng Youtian looked away, limped to the wolf, and pounded it heavily on the wolf's head with a butt. The wolf was dead, with its teeth exposed, and its pale teeth completely lost its vitality. He swallowed, feeling hungry and thirsty, so he bent down to drag the dead wolf and staggered towards the small shack.

A Xiu watched Meng Youtian enter the shack. After a while, the sound of a scythe and flint stone was pounding. A little light flashed and slowly became bigger. A fire lit up in the shack. Her body slowly fell down, and she felt that all the strength in her body had been pulled away, leaving only her hugging her little sister and breathing.

The wind blew gently, and the snowflakes fell down, and they were scattered and then flew in balls. There was nothing in the air, only layers of torn cotton balls, layer after layer of torn cotton, and the whole world was wrapped in peach blossoms, pear blossoms or hydrangeas.

Meng Youtian started a fire in the shack. He looked around and remembered many things when he woke up. This place was not unfamiliar with the hunters who entered the mountain to rest. He had been here with his father three years ago.

He smiled bitterly in the shack. He searched in the shack and found a broken jar from the corner. There was a bottom left. It could also hold two or three bowls of water. The simple stove built with a few stones in the middle of the shack was still there. He walked out with the broken jar. A lot of snow had accumulated thickly on the leeing place behind the shack. He filled the broken jar and returned to the shack, moved the fire under the stove, and sat the broken jar on it. Then, he sat on the haystack, took out a sharp knife from his body, and began to pick up the dead wolf.

The movements are so natural and skillful, with the broken belly, the flesh and skin, without any hindrance, the two consciousnesses perfectly merged together, Meng Youtian, or Zhou Runhua, has now become one person.

The snow in the jar turned into water, steamed out, and rolled up again. Meng Youtian cut the wolf meat into small pieces and threw it in. After a while, the aroma of meat wafted out, filling the small shack in the mountains in the wind and snow.

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The snow was so heavy that the sky was connected to the earth, the earth was connected to the sky, and the vast white area was covered with whiteness. Meng Youtian had enough food and drink, and came to the door of the shack to observe for a while, then looked at the dark shack next to him, he hesitated for a moment, and shook his head gently. The woman's vigilant and hostile eyes made him feel very resentful. He didn't want to show any attentiveness or make himself bored.

He blocked the newly peeled wolf skin at the door and added some debris below, so that it could shelter the wind, and secondly, something broke in, which could also serve as a warning for him. Meng Youtian piled up the grass, leaned on it, held the ** who had reinstalled the gunpowder, and slowly closed his eyes while guarding the fire. After a long period of random thoughts, Meng Youtian fell asleep in a daze.

The heavy snow was rising, and it was not until the morning of the next day that the wind sagged and stopped. A faint gray sun hung in the sky tiredly, as if it was exhausted by the violent storm in the middle of the night, taking away its infinite heat. It was cold and unattractive to the earth, and the whole forest was frightened by the majesty of the cold. Only the snow left in the sky fell like frost, blocking the sun's light.

Crackly, a sound woke Meng Youtian up. Almost as soon as he opened his eyes, he flattened the end of the arms in his arms and pointed it at the door. The long-term hunting in the mountains and forests made him react subconsciously.

A Xiu hugged her sister and ran into her head. The wind and snow in the middle of the night almost freeze her. She used up all the matches and couldn't make a fire. Seeing that her sister, who was frightened in her arms, was getting hotter and worse, she had already started talking nonsense. In this wilderness and snow blocked the road, she was forced into a dead end. There was no other way except to bravely break into the "tiger's den".

"Please, please save my sister, you, you can do whatever you want, please." Ah Xiu shivered with her blood-cold lips, hugged the girl tightly, and looked at Meng Youtian and the black muzzle, tears flowed out, and down her white paper-like cheeks.

Meng Youtian blinked, slowly lowered his eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with your sister?"

"She, she's sick." A Xiu looked down at her sister, tears fell on Man'er's little face. Man'er's lips were dry and she twitched suddenly.

Meng Youtian stood up and looked at it, frowned and came to the fire, gently pulled away the ashes from the upper layer, ignited the fire with weeds, added a few handfuls of firewood, turned around and walked out. Enlightenment Novel Network
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