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She had never made a move against a cultivator, only against a wolfwalker. This was also the main reason why Chen Qing was able to maintain contact with her.1

Ever since their first meeting, Chen Qing had helped her pour out a pile of food from her Cosmic Bag. Afterwards, every time they met that wolf girl, she would always give him the Cosmic Bag. Because she didn't have any elemental energy fluctuations, the wolf girl couldn't open her Cosmic Bag.

It was for this reason that the wolf girl gifted Cheng Qing with her tears.

Last time when Cheng Qing attacked the Black Stone Ridge, he was wondering if he could run into his opponent, but he couldn't. Tonight, in the Hundred Miles Battlefield, countless wolves had died. It was the perfect opportunity to snatch the Cosmic Bag. The enemy had truly appeared.

However, looking at how she was being chased by the wolfwalker, he knew that the snatching of the Cosmic Bag was not going smoothly. Even so, with her formidable strength, she still had quite the harvest.

Cheng Qing helped the wolf girl carry a pile of Cosmic Bags and walked shoulder to shoulder with her towards the entrance of the mountain. The former asked curiously, "You've collected so many Cosmic Bags, how do you want to open them?"

With Chen Qing's help, the Cosmic Bag that the wolf girl was holding was much smaller. Her body wouldn't be hidden anymore. She said to Cheng Qing seriously, "You."

It was probably because it was still not easy to speak. The wolf girl would try to keep her words short, often with only one or two words.

Cheng Qing was even more curious. "Don't tell me you've already collected a lot of Cosmic Bags and kept them in one place, waiting for the next time you see me and want me to open them for you?"

"Yes." Her smile rippled like water on the face of the wolf girl.

However, just like how she had just learned how to speak, she didn't have a good control over her facial expression. Her smile was very small – previously when she was communicating with Cheng Qing, most of the time, she relied on Li Yao to read her eyes.

It had to be said that Cheng Qing was very smart.

With this method of communication, apart from Cheng Qing, there was no other person that could understand her.

Hearing the wolf cub's serious reply, Cheng Qing's heart suddenly hurt, and even his breathing became disorderly. One could imagine how the wolf girl alone in the wilderness filled with wild animals and fierce beasts would carefully avoid such a strong threat while trembling in fear as she searched for food.

It was not hard to imagine the scene in his mind: the other party had been chased by the ferocious beasts until he was forced to flee, and along the way, his skin had been cut by brambles and rocks.

Perhaps, on many cold nights, she could only silently lick the wound and endure the pain in the cold, damp cave, like a small beast.

While the heavy rain was falling on the cave and patting the leaves and weeds, she was starving and helpless as she looked at the sky. Not far away, there was a strong berserk beast waiting for her to walk out of the cave and walk into a trap.

When she was injured and weak and left alone, wouldn't she feel lonely?

It was cruel to think of facing a barren mountain alone.

After all, before the Azurefox had arrived, the Fierce Beasts, cultivators, and wolfmen of Mount Qi hadn't been suppressed in terms of power or cultivation.

Cheng Qing didn't know about her background, nor did he know why she was in Mount Qilian. Before, the things they could communicate with were limited. Even now, it was the same.

Every time she appeared, she would swiftly return. It was as if the wolves and cultivators outside were even more terrifying than the beasts in the mountains. She didn't want to face these people for long and expose herself to the dangers of uncertainty.

It was not until the appearance of the amethyst mine and the Ruins of the Wolf God that many people began to enter. Perhaps it was a fortuitous event, but the wolf-robed maiden saw delicious cooked food on the wolfwalker.

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