"If the brown wolf doesn't move, I won't move. Why isn't the brown wolf moving? Cong Yang cursed in his heart.
He and the brown wolf were facing off on the shore. In terms of endurance, humans were far inferior to wolves. Wolves could travel hundreds of miles just to hunt for days without eating. And Cong Yang? As the saying goes, man is iron, rice is steel. If you don't eat, you'll be hungry.
"I'm afraid we can only end this quickly. It's very disadvantageous for us if we drag this on. Moreover, with the cunning of wolves, they won't fall for it easily without sufficient preparation.”Cong Yang looked at the wolf's blood-red eyes and its shriveled stomach. He had an idea to lure the enemy deeper. He turned the wooden fork around and stabbed it into his left shoulder. The sharp wooden thorn pierced through his skin, and blood immediately gushed out, dripping into the river. The thick smell of blood quickly spread in the early spring breeze.
Sure enough, the wolf on the shore moved. It had been starving for days. It had been waiting for the best opportunity, but now the smell of blood stimulated it so much that it could no longer endure the desire of food. It growled and slowly approached the riverbank, saliva dripping from its blood-red tongue from time to time.
"Alright, I'll do it. Come on baby, come on! A little closer…
Cong Yang's eyes had also turned blood red. They looked very similar to the brown wolf's eyes. He slowly took a step back, two steps, three steps closer, and closer. He had successfully retreated to the riverbank. Both sides stopped. The wolf was looking for the man's weakness to attack, while the man was waiting for the wolf's attack. At this time, whoever attacked first would be more likely to expose their weakness.
Cong Yang stretched out his left arm and shook it hard. The wound that had just started to solidify opened up again, and the smell of blood became even stronger.
This was the last straw that crushed the brown wolf's rationality. What danger? What river? The blood and meat in front of him were everything. Surviving in this vast wilderness depended on bloody battles. With a howl, the wolf launched an attack. Its target was Cong Yang's throat. At the same time, Cong Yang quickly took a big step back and retreated into the river. He opened up the distance and reduced the power of the wolf's attack. At the same time, he raised his left arm. It quickly blocked in front of his throat. A vicious wind blew against his face, and the brown wolf with a fishy smell accurately bit his left arm. The sharp wolf fangs penetrated the layers of rags wrapped around him and went straight into his flesh.
Fortunately, the modern textile industry was still quite good, so it managed to block the attack. Cong Yang raised his left hand and the wolf's head. The wolf's body was almost as tall as a human. At the same time, he used all his strength to stab the wolf's abdomen with the wooden fork. The man and the wolf fell into the muddy water at the same time. The soft mud restricted Cong Yang's movements, and at the same time, it brought along the lone wolf's body. Cong Yang's left arm was still in the wolf's mouth, and there was a bone-chilling pain. Similarly, the wound on the wolf's abdomen was pierced by the wooden fork, and blood flowed out of both the man and wolf. At the same time, the river was dyed red. The man and wolf rolled in the murky river and growled. Now, it was up to who would attack first. If the wolf attacked first, Cong Yang, whose left arm was already injured, would not be able to resist again. The wooden fork in his right hand could not be loosened at this moment. This was the only weakness on the brown wolf's body. The brown wolf began to loosen its sharp teeth on its left arm, preparing to attack a more fatal vital point. At this moment, Cong Yang's already blood-red eyes became even redder, so red that it seemed to be dripping blood. The gaze that shot out was no longer human, but bloodthirsty and ferocious like a beast." Life or death, the one who dies today is definitely not me!
Roar! It was not Evil Wolf who made the sound, but Cong Yang. His left arm blocked the wolf's fangs, and his right hand gripped the wooden fork as he turned it violently. At the same time, he opened his mouth and bit at the brown wolf's neck. Human teeth were also sharp weapons, especially in this desperate moment. They exploded with powerful attack power. Wolf fur and wolf blood filled his mouth. At this moment, it was impossible to tell whether he was a human or a beast. Just like that, the brown wolf fell. Cong Yang fell unconscious. Before he fainted, he struggled to hold his eyes. He saw a burly man running over from afar…
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