When the Golden Retriever Wolf King was rubbing against Lin Zhou, most of the other werewolfs were lying on the ground in Lin Zhou's singing, with a look of admiration and enjoyment on their faces. When Lin Zhou's singing ended, they and the Golden Retriever Wolf King roared at the sky solemnly, as if they were stirred up by the song and became crazy.

This is not surprising. The IQ of the werewolf is very low. Ordinary werewolf is just like a four- or five-year-old child. The IQ of the werewolf village chief is slightly higher, reaching the level of a five- to eight-year-old child. Even this Golden Retriever Wolf King is only equivalent to the IQ of a teenager aged 10- to fourteen. But because her experience is shorter than other werewolfs, her understanding of the world is simpler.

Such a low-minded race is still in a remote corner of the mountains, so naturally it has never produced music, and it is absolutely impossible to write such an artistic and exciting song.

But music is borderless and raceless. When a song describing the wolf clan and the kind of wolf clan spirit that penetrates deep into their bones suddenly appears in front of them, they will immediately be inexplicably excited, immersed in the wonderful song, and even immersed in the inexplicable artistic conception.

The members of the werewolf cottage who have been living in the mountains and forests have never seen the wilderness, north wind, yellow sand and grasslands, but they instinctively know that the forest they live in this world should not be the only one in the world.

The genius singer of the wolf clan in front of him must have been to many places and had a rich experience. Hearing his deep singing voice and seeing his vicissitudes and melancholy eyes, the Golden Retriever Wolf King felt that at that moment she had melted into his singing and eyes. She was hopelessly obsessed with his singing and eyes, as well as his extremely handsome snow-white wolf hair.

So she even jumped off the boulder and made some intimate moves to him that she had never seen before.

You should know that she is a noble wolf king. Her holy golden wolf hair has never had any contact with any other ordinary werewolf. At this time, she couldn't help but come to Lin Zhou's side. This made the other male gray wolf in the werewolf village extremely envious, but she didn't hate her much.

This snow wolf from the north brought singing, experience, and many stories and wonderful things that they didn't know, which would be destined to change their entire life.

...

The singing achieved such an effect inadvertently. Lin Zhou felt very strange at this moment. Seeing the Golden Retriever Wolf King's expression of being intoxicated by him, he suddenly thought... Is this considered picking up girls? It seems a bit funny...

Of course Lin Zhou didn't laugh, but just continued to pretend to be melancholy, vicissitudes, deep and cool.

"So good! Sing it again!"

Seeing Lin Zhou stopping, the Golden Retriever Wolf King rubbed him a few more times and actually acted coquettishly at him.

So Lin Zhou sang it again.

After singing it again, Lin Zhou began to doubt whether the person who sang this song in his previous life came from the wolf clan or waswolves. Otherwise, how could he write such a song? It was a werewolf war song! And it was a war song that inspired the heart and soul of the wolf! When singing this song, Lin Zhou himself was a little excited. No wonder he had such a strong effect on these werewolfs, which was as good as hypnosis.

Although all the werewolfs around him were fascinated by the way, Lin Zhou still found some unharmonious places while singing. For example, there was a very strong but very young werewolf. At this time, the look at him was still a little hostile.

After seeing the werewolf's eyes swept through him and the Golden Retriever Wolf King from time to time, Lin Zhou immediately understood why this strong werewolf was hostile to him.

I'm jealous for a long time!

Sure enough, as long as there are men, women, father-in-law and mother, these things are always inevitable.

However, when the werewolf saw Lin Zhou looking at him, he lowered his wolf head in shame. Compared with Lin Zhou's extremely noble snow hair, it probably felt that its gray hair was impossible to match the equally noble Golden Retriever wolf king, so it quickly gave up its hostility towards Lin Zhou.

"Dignified guest, are you coming from the north wind, yellow sand, grassland, and wilderness? Are you a scholar? Why can you sing such a beautiful song?" The Golden Retriever Wolf King's hostility towards Lin Zhou had disappeared and he began to talk to him on his own initiative. She obviously regarded Lin Zhou's singing as an answer to her question. She knew that he was a lonely werewolf and no longer asked about the tribe clan he belonged to.

"Yes, I originally lived in a wolf city in the extreme north. I wrote books and taught me, and studied music. I was a respected professor at the Werewolf Academy. Later, our city was captured by the human race. After countless fierce battles, I escaped by chance. From then on, I wandered around, slept in the wind and slept through mountains and rivers, and came here accidentally, just to find the legendary beautiful grassland and the group of plump pleasant goats on the grassland. I came with music and singing, full of kindness, unintentionally becoming enemies with the noble wolf king." Lin Zhou replied a few words from the Golden Retriever Wolf King with a serious expression.

"The extreme north, werewolf city, werewolf academy! Music, singing, north wind, wilderness, yellow sand, grassland! So cool! So wonderful! So beautiful! Dear guest, what should we call you?" The Golden Retriever wolf king had already expressed a very admiration for Lin Zhou.

"Just call me Professor Wolf." Lin Zhou casually whispered his name. He already had a plan in his mind, which required an identity similar to a professor.

"Great Professor Wolf, you must be very tired and hungry now, right? Please enter our village and let me treat you with kindness!" The Golden Retriever Wolf King kept turning around Lin Zhou, then led the way in front, and personally led Lin Zhou into the village she ruled.

...

Looking at the large pot of bloody raw meat in front of him, Lin Zhou couldn't even sip. He even wondered if there was any meat dug from the disciples of the Netherworld Sect. But the Golden Retriever Wolf King was unable to refuse his affection. At this time, he was looking at Lin Zhou with her cute big eyes that were not worthy of life. There were also a group of werewolf clans who looked like members of the Presbyterian Church in the village.

In order to avoid being exposed, Lin Zhou had to bite the bullet and eat the pot of raw meat in front of him.

What he didn't expect was that after he turned into a werewolf, he actually felt that the raw meat tasted very delicious. It seemed that the sensory system of humans and werewolf was very different! After this incarnation, even his hobbies changed. So Lin Zhou was not polite anymore. He swallowed the wolf and ate the pot of raw meat in front of him.

"Great Professor Wolf, are you full? Do you want to put another pot?" The Golden Retriever Wolf King asked Lin Zhou gently. She had been sitting next to Lin Zhou, looking at him like a curious little sister, without even moving her eyes away from him for a moment.

"No need, I'm full." Lin Zhou refused the Golden Retriever Wolf King's kindness. Although the raw meat tasted good, the feeling in his heart was still a little awkward.

"Can the noble professor of wolf tell us the stories of the wilderness, north wind, yellow sand, and grassland?" The Golden Retriever wolf king raised it to Lin Zhou, with an expression of extreme expectation on his face, just like a human child pestering adults to tell stories.

For a young wolf who has never been far away and is extremely yearning for the outside world, the things described in Lin Zhou's singing are fatally attractive to her and are simply irresistible.

"OK."

Lin Zhou was a writer in his previous life. What was he best at? Write stories! People who can write stories have their own first-class ability. Facing a group of werewolfs with only human children and teenagers’ IQs, they can fool them whatever they make up, and even brainwash them.

Lin Zhou was not bored, so he came here to play house with the werewolf and wasted his time here. The reason why he spent his time on these werewolfs was because he discovered an opportunity, a chance to hunt down the eighth-level strongman Shali before the teleportation array was opened tomorrow morning and earn 20,000 points of ridiculous experience!

This opportunity lies with the wolf warriors of the Golden Retriever Wolf King and the Werewolf Copyright hamlet.
Chapter completed!