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One big and one small, one black and one white, two figures kept falling down. Although the black wolf was bitten by the little fox, his vitality was strong and he did not die. Even if he would fall to the ground after a moment, he still barked at the little fox.

The little fox was worried about the safety of the wolf, but the black wolf was still not calm. It was so hateful. The anger that had just disappeared gathered in his heart again. He adjusted his posture in the air and quickly fell towards the black wolf. He directly hit the black wolf, bit the previous wound, and used all his strength to tear it to death. The black wolf could not have imagined that this little bitch was so difficult to deal with, and he waved his claws desperately to drive the little fox away. But the little fox was small but had an advantage. No matter how the black wolf could do, it could never reach it.

"It's sting!" The little fox directly bit off a piece of meat from the black wolf's throat. The blood splattered, dyeing the little fox's white hair red. But the little fox still refused to forgive, and put the wound on the mouth, tearing whatever it bites, and the blood was dripping, and the black wolf lost its life in a blink of an eye.

It seemed that the anger had finally been vented. The little fox finally stopped biting, squatted on the black wolf's corpse, looked up at the sky, and the cliff had long been blocked by clouds and disappeared.

"Aowu!" The little fox imitated the wolf's howl, hoping to hear the response above, but there was nothing else except his own voice.

"Aowu!" the little fox shouted again.

"Boom!" Smoke and dust spread everywhere, and the flesh and blood splattered. The black wolf fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces. However, there was only the corpse of the black wolf on the ground, but there was no trace of the little fox.

It turned out that the little fox was about to land. Although the black wolf body resisted the impact, if he fell down, he would definitely die. He was about to fall to the end. The little fox found that the bottom of the abyss was originally a dense forest, so he had a countermeasure.

During the days when the little fox lived with the wolf, the little fox saw various animals in the forest, one of which could fly, and had a deep memory. At that time, the little fox finally avenged his previous shame and gave the mouse a trial on the spot. Then he encountered a mouse with a similar appearance. He did not listen to the wolf's dissuasion and wanted to copy it and take another battle, but he never thought that the mouse would fly away. The little fox looked at the prey that was in his mouth, drooping his ears, and looked pitiful. He never thought that the wolf rolled his eyes and looked gloating, "Who told you not to listen to the advice!"

This is just one of the small episodes, but the flying squirrel's flying pose is a profound impression on the little fox. Although I don't know if it can fly, I can only try it out if I live or die.

The black wolf had a huge body and a wide abdomen. The little fox endured the pain caused by the scratching of the sharp claws. He accelerated the run and jumped and spread his body. Although he did not stop immediately, it did slow down the speed of his fall. The little fox carefully controlled the balance of his body and fell towards the woods.

But the speed was still too fast. Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the little fox was unstable and could not control his balance. He crashed directly into the woods and instantly drowned in the sea of ​​trees.

"Pulibo", the little fox hit the road, and I don't know how many branches and leaves were broken. Fortunately, the forest is dominated by soft trees. Otherwise, although the little fox would avoid falling into a ball of flesh, it would be penetrated by thousands of branches. Even so, the little fox, who was already seriously injured, still had many bones broken. At this moment, it had already fainted, like a rootless duckweed, and I don't know where it would eventually float.

"Click!" After breaking the last branch, the strength was finally completely removed. The little fox fell to the ground and did not move, but his chest was slightly ups and downs, and he survived.

However, without healing, as life is lost, it will eventually be impossible to escape death.

There was a sound of footsteps.

I saw a strong man with dark skin and animal skin slowly walking towards him. He was carrying an arrow on his back, a sharp dagger hanging around his waist, and a wooden stick on his shoulder. Several beasts were hung on the wooden stick. These beasts had already been opened, digging out their internal organs, and rinsing them clean. The blood flowed all over the floor along the way he came.

"Hey! My brother is busy hunting up the mountain, and he is careful in his hunting! My sister's wine brewing king is dressing up and waiting for her lover!" The man sang loudly, and his voice was loud, and he sang a love song in the wild. It seemed that he had gained a lot and was happy. "The mountains and forests are beautiful, and my sister is very passionate! My brother's eagle in the forests, and it depends on the girl to point out her vigor! Hey! Hey?"

The man was about to continue singing, but suddenly stopped, "Hey! It's strange. I heard those sour scholars say "waiting for rabbits". I thought it was a trick to deceive children, but I didn't expect that I really met it! What's this called, "waiting for foxes"? Haha!" The man laughed, put the pole on the ground, squatted down, and looked at the fox in front of him who was ignorant of life and death.

It turned out that he had discovered the seriously injured little fox.

His broad palm covered the little fox, as if he was sensing whether the little guy was still alive. "Hey! He hasn't died yet! Well, I'll give you a ride. Remember not to enter the beast path in the next life, be a human being in the next life!" As he said that, he was about to take the dagger on his waist, remembering something, but suddenly stopped, "If this knife is done, it will splash blood again. The river is far away, and it will waste time on one go. It's going to be dark. If it doesn't wash, my wife will see it when she goes back and thinks I'm dirty.

What should I do if I don't let go to bed? Um!" The man mumbled and was undecided. He turned the little fox over again, rubbed his fingers with dry blood on his fur, revealing a few strands of white hair, "Oh, it's still a white fox! Go back and get a white fox scarf for his wife. I think it's good. Well, you can't live long anyway, so I won't do it anymore." After that, he took the rope, tied the little fox's limbs, hung it on the pole, carried it up and walked down the mountain, singing the folk songs of the mountain as he walked.

"My sister is so hot, hey, so hot!"

"King Hunter! The harvest is good!"

The man's surname is Wang, and he was a hunter at the foot of the mountain. He was not so particular about the mountains, so everyone called him the hunter at the king. When he walked down the mountain and was about to reach the foot of the mountain, he heard someone calling him. When he looked back, he found that he was an old doctor in the valley!

"Oh, old doctor, this is back from collecting herbs!" Wang Liehuo smiled and said hello to the old doctor. The old doctor was sitting on a big stone to rest, with a large medicine basket full of medicinal materials next to him.

The doctor was young and energetic. Although his hair was gray, his body was very strong. He went up the mountain to collect herbs every day, regardless of wind and rain. This mountain was a person like Wang Hunter who grew up in the mountains. Sometimes it was quite difficult to climb, but the old man was walking on flat ground, which was admirable.

No one knows the old doctor's name, but one day, lightning and thunder were roaring, and the sound was huge. The old people in the village said that they had never seen such panic in their entire lives, and they were afraid that they were not a mountain spirit who turned into a transformation and ascending. Wang Huowen was a brave man, so he naturally didn't believe it. He hated these old people the most in daily life, so he went to the mountains as usual the next day. It was strange that he went up the mountain to hunt that day and walked around the forest, but he didn't see a wild beast. He was strange in his heart, was it true that the mountain spirit became a spirit and scared away the beasts as they were said by those old people. The sky was getting darker, and Wang Huowen walked back while thinking, and was a little distracted. He accidentally slid down the valley and broke his arm.

Fortunately, he was healthy. Although his arm was broken, he was not seriously injured. He found a branch to tie it and walked back. As he walked, he encountered a thatched hut with lights on. The door opened and an old man walked out. Although Wang Hunter couldn't read a big word, the gods and monsters liked each other tightly, especially those monster novels that turned into beautiful women to seduce passers-by. Whenever the storyteller tells these stories, he has to take a good place in the teahouse and listen to them with relish.

It is said that monsters like to transform into beauties, but this old man must be no monster. Wang Huowen thought about it and plucked up his courage to move forward, but was stopped by the old man, saying that he was a doctor and could help him heal his wounds. Wang Huowen's broken arm was really painful, so he followed the old man into the house and asked the old man to help check his injuries.

The hut was filled with the fragrance of medicine, and dried medicinal materials were placed everywhere. It seemed that he was indeed a doctor. The doctor was very skilled in Chinese medicine and skillful in his technique. He could not feel any pain at all when he continued the broken bones. The old man gave himself a few pills and took them directly with warm water. He then applied medicinal mud on the broken arm, wrapped it with gauze and supplemented with splints, and told Wang Liehu that he could go back. Wang Liehu returned home in a daze, fell asleep. The next day he woke up and found that his injuries had been healed and were full of energy. He removed the splint and tore the gauze and his arms were intact. Wang Liehu was amazed and told the villagers that there was no one living in the valley, and it was a ghost mountain spirit.

Wang Liehuo values ​​love and friendship. Since he has the kindness of salvation, no matter whether you are a human or a ghost, this kindness is to be repaid. He doesn’t care how the villagers dissuaded him. He took good wine and food to the hut that day and thanked him.

The hut was still there, and the old man was still there. The two of them had enough food and drink. Wang Huowen asked the old man about his alcohol. The old man only said that he had no name and no surname and said "Old Doctor". In a chaotic world, there were many people living in seclusion in the mountains to avoid his enemies. Wang Huowen thought that this old doctor was probably one of them. Since he did not explain clearly, he naturally had his own difficulties, so he stopped asking. After that, Wang Huowen would also return to hunting and send some wild game to the old doctor, and he became familiar with it after a while.

"Well, it's still early, come here to rest!" The old doctor waved to him.

"Hey!" Wang Liewo nodded and agreed, walked towards Dashi, put down his prey, untied his bow and arrow, and sat down next to the old doctor.

"Try it!" The old doctor took off a yellow gourd from his waist and handed it to Wang Liehun. He naturally recognized that it was the medicinal wine made by the old doctor himself, which was quite good.

"Gudu Gudu!" After two drinks, Wang Liehuo breathed a sigh of relief, satisfied, "Comfortable! The old doctor is still so domineering in this wine!"

"Haha!" the old doctor smiled.

"By the way, old doctor!" Wang Liehuo lifted the pole beside him and lifted the prey to the old doctor, "Pick one, I'll get it today!"

"The harvest is indeed good! But!" The old doctor changed his mind and pushed the prey away, "Speak with all your heart, please ask me if you have anything to do!"

"Haha, old doctor, what are you talking about?" Wang Liehuo hurriedly defended, "This is not the fact that the dog left in the east end of the village was seriously ill. If you hadn't been able to bring that child back from the Hall of Hell, I'm afraid the white-haired man will send a black-haired man, how can the orphan and widowed mother live? You don't want money to give you, so you have to ask me to get some wild game and send it to you!"

"If you don't have ink in your stomach, don't talk to those literary literati. You can even send a white-haired person to a black-haired person. Where can the white-haired person come from a family of three?" The old doctor scolded, "To be honest, what's wrong!"

"Haha, the old doctor is just as wise as a torch! This word is not wrong! Hehe!" Wang Liehuo said with a smile, but suddenly hesitated, "That, old doctor, do you have that kind of medicine... well, it's that kind of medicine. I took it... that kind of medicine?"

The old doctor raised his white eyebrows, pretended to be confused, and asked knowingly, "What kind of!?"

"Oh! That's that kind!" Wang Liehun's face was dark, but at this moment he was so red that he suddenly raised his voice, but gradually became smaller, "It's that kind of... bed... used on the bed!"

"Haha!" The old doctor smiled inappropriately, "You, you!"

Wang Liehuo smiled embarrassedly, "It is said that women are as good as wolves as wolves and as good as tigers as forty. At first I didn't believe it, but my wife is really fierce, she has no broken fields, only exhausted cows. I can't bear it! I hunt today to make up for it!"

The old doctor patted Wang Liehuo on the shoulder and said, "You need to be restrained!" After a pause, he said, "This place is close to my place, so you can go back with me to get it!"

After saying that, the old doctor carried the medicine basket and walked towards the valley. Wang Liehuo also carried the bow and arrow, carried the wooden stick, and followed closely behind.

After getting the medicine, Wang Huowen was very happy and said that he would ask the old doctor to pick a wild game to accept. The old doctor could not persuade him and had to choose. He pushed apart the stacked prey. The old doctor saw the little fox dyed red by blood at a glance. The wound on his body was shocking. When he looked at Wang Huowen, he found that he was still breathing faintly. He was still alive. The old doctor looked at Wang Huowen with inquiring eyes.

"Old doctor, I didn't do this. Do you believe what I picked up?" Wang Liehuo hurriedly defended.

The old doctor nodded. These hunters rely on the mountains to eat, so they naturally know how to rest and never hunt those cubs.

"Just give me this little fox!" The old doctor said, then untied the rope, held the little fox in his arms, and gently pinched and pressed it with his hands, frowned, as if he was investigating the injury.

"Hey, this little fox has no flesh, why don't you leave a bigger one for you? Thinking that this little fox can't survive, I originally meant to make a scarf for my wife!" Wang Liehuo said, and found that the old doctor didn't seem to be listening to him, and had turned back to the hut.

The old doctor was naturally aware of the temper of Wang Liehuo. He shrugged and didn't care. He carried his prey to the valley, touched the pills on his body, and happily sang a folk song, "Hey! A girl's wine brewing king at home! She dressed up and waited for her lover! Waiting for her lover!"

(End of this chapter)
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