Snow wolf

Mu Yun finally stopped, leaning against the wall at another street corner, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"After several reincarnations, I have completely forgotten the past. But you are still so... afraid of him, as if you were a snow wolf when you first met him hundreds of years ago in the snowy mountains and grasslands."

The voice of a boy behind him.

She turned her head sharply, and saw a big wolf with snow-white fur very close at hand.Suddenly the person stood up, and in a blink of an eye, he transformed into a beautiful boy in a gorgeous white fur.

With red lips and white teeth, she looks extremely handsome, at least outwardly she is much more "beautiful" than Mu Yun.A pair of eyes, but emerald green.

Mu Yun screamed.

The young man frowned, his sleeves suddenly fluttered and touched Mu Yun's face...

Mu Yun's scream made Lang Jun rush to her in a blink of an eye.Seeing this petite girl squatting on the ground, holding her head, trembling.

"Mu Yun!" Lang Jun shouted, picking up Mu Yun.

Mu Yun in his embrace suddenly raised his head, his eyes were strange green.

Lang Jun gasped.

Mu Yun, who was in his arms, snatched the Langhao brush hidden in his arms like a ghost, and inserted the monster-powered Langhao brush into his chest.

Lang Jun fell to the ground, the large red patch on his chest turned into a bright blood-colored flower.

Mu Yun, whose hands were stained with blood, stepped back step by step, his eyes were green, he shook his head at him and said: "I just want to be a clean person, and I don't want to have anything to do with you wolves or monsters."

She turned and fled.A boy in a snow wolf's fur appeared, one hand turned into a wolf's claw, and grabbed her throat.

"No!" Lang Jun shouted, covering the wound with one hand, shouting with all his might, "Don't hurt her!"

The boy retracted his claws.

Mu Yun's figure disappeared into the night.

Lang Jun lay on the ground, dying.If Lang Hao's pen had moved two points to the right, he might have been killed just now.But now... I'm afraid it won't last long.

The boy in snow wolf skin walked up to him and knelt down beside him.

"You have always wanted this Langhao brush so that you can become a real snow wolf demon. Now... you can get what you want." Lang Jun said, grabbed his own Langhao brush, pulled it out of his chest, and panted, "Langhao I'll give you the pen. I just beg you...don't hurt Muyun."

The young man tilted his head, looked at him, and then at the blood-stained Langhao pen in his hand.

"Please...please don't hurt Mu Yun." Lang Jun's breath was weak, and the Langhao pen in his hand couldn't hold it, and fell to the ground.

The boy didn't pick up the Langhao pen that he had always dreamed of, but bent down and put his lips on his wound.