Xiao Hao, feeling jealous that his sister hadn't even washed his hair yet, deliberately poked Ah San's wound hard.
The Indian man didn't even flinch, while Xiao Hao was warned by his sister several times.
After washing his lower body, Pei Nansheng threw a towel on Zuo Ling's head, just enough to block her view.
Zuo Ling, mischievous, lowered her gaze and laughed, "Haha, no, it's not, completely, blocked!"
Without Pei Nansheng having to do anything, Xiao Hao covered his sister's head with a bath towel.
Zuo Ling: "..."
Is it really that big of a deal? Haven't you ever seen anything like this before?
Not understanding what they were doing, Ah San reached out and ripped off the bath towel, revealing everything before his eyes. Zuo Ling burst into laughter.
Pei Nansheng and Xiao Hao, one speechless, looked up at the sky, the other blushing as he looked down at the ground.
After showering, when I was giving Ah San a haircut, the buzzing of the motor made Ah San very uneasy.
He pressed down hard with his finger, his sharp nails resting on the vein in his left hand. With just a gentle stroke, he could easily cut through the thin vein. He licked his lips; blood was a delicious thing.
Zuo Ling seemed oblivious to the desire in Ah San's eyes, and pressed her hand against Ah San's fingertips:
"Don't shave his head anymore, just cut it shorter."
When the completely transformed Ah San stood in front of Guo Qi and the others, everyone was stunned.
The boy was dressed in a blue and white striped tracksuit. He had dark skin and medium-length hair, with several small braids on his head to keep his unruly hair in place.
With a round, chubby face that looks a bit childish, his most striking feature is his pair of wild and untamed eyes.
The boy shifted uncomfortably. He had at most worn a piece of animal skin around his waist before, and had never worn formal clothes before. It was both novel and extremely uncomfortable.
Ah San didn't like being looked at, so he hid behind Zuo Ling, bared his teeth at everyone, and made a warning sound in his throat.
"Alright, sweetie, it's time to eat soon."
Zuo Ling patted A-San, and A-San's hostility immediately dissipated by half.
Guo Qi and the others had already learned about A-San's background from Ning Qiang, and they harbored some resentment towards him.
They killed more than 20 of them in one fell swoop, so it will be very difficult to get them to coexist peacefully with the Indians.
I can't understand why Zuo Ling would be so friendly to a wild child.
The group exchanged glances, each wondering whether to wait until Ah San was alone before killing him, or to kill him instead.
Sensing hostility, the Indian man instantly adopted an attack stance, startling Xueye into taking several steps back.
The waterfall was startled and darted into Zuo Ling's arms, acting coquettishly.
Zuo Ling, however, shoved the waterfall into Ah San's arms:
"It's a waterfall, don't hurt it."
Holding the soft, warm little creature, the Indian man was extremely disgusted. Rabbits this big are usually only good for filling his teeth.
The Indian's first reaction was to try and break the waterfall's neck.
The waterfall trembled, met the gaze of the Indian man, and looked so aggrieved it was about to cry.
You stinking woman, you dead woman, you wicked woman, you woman who crosses the river and then burns the bridge, you're sending the rabbit into the wolf's mouth!
Suppress the urge to kill; the rabbit belongs to a woman, and cannot be killed.
As for why they couldn't be killed, the Indians weren't quite sure; they just knew they couldn't be killed.
She turned and shoved the waterfall into Xiao Hao's arms. This little rascal is too delicate and can't be eaten. Let him be a nuisance to the little brat.
The group had a late-night snack and an early breakfast, which was a huge meal.
Zuo Ling gave Ah San a slice of wolf leg meat, but Ah San thought Zuo Ling was too delicate, so he tore it off with his hand, ripping off a leg along with half of the body.
He ate with both hands, and after the first bite of meat went down, he was stunned. He had never eaten such delicious wolf meat before.
Thinking about it, the silver-white wolf truly lives up to its reputation as a wolf king who can fight him to a standstill. It's so delicious!
Indians might think it's delicious, but others might not.
Roast a whole wolf, roast one layer, eat one layer.
Like this Indian guy, the meat inside isn't even cooked through, you can still see the blood in it, how could it possibly taste good?
The crowd felt nauseous at the sight.
Indians don't care what others think; they'll eat raw, bloody meat, let alone such delicious food.
Tear off a big bite, and your mouth will be full of oil.
He habitually wiped the oil from his mouth with his sleeve, but when he caught a glimpse of Xiao Hao's disgusted look, he became furious and bared his teeth at Xiao Hao.
Xiao Hao was even angrier than him: "Why are you being so fierce?" he said, pointing at his clothes.
"You just put this on for me, and you're already using it to apply oil? Don't you know how unhygienic?"
I couldn't understand what Xiao Hao was saying, so I was bound to yell at him.
The Indian man casually tossed aside the unfinished meat, wiped the grease from his mouth, and said, "What's the point of talking? We wolves compete with force."
"Alright, alright, he doesn't understand anyway, why are you yelling at him? Just teach him slowly."
Zuo Ling patiently cut another piece of leg meat for Ah San.
"Sweetie, eat your meat, let's ignore him."
Xiao Hao was heartbroken; his sister didn't love him anymore.
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