A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

One day, Yuan Ying was hunting in the forest when she heard a mournful wolf howl. She followed the sound and saw a gray wolf lying next to a bush, covered in wounds and dying.

His eyes were filled with dejection and helplessness after defeat, and the wounds on his body were still oozing blood. It was obvious that he had lost in a fierce fight and was injured by his own kind.

Yuan Ying quickly thought about whether she had eaten wolf meat last time. Was it delicious? She drew out her dagger and approached cautiously. The wolf raised its head alertly, with a hint of pleading in its eyes.

Yuan Ying's footsteps paused instantly, and the hand holding the dagger trembled slightly in the air. She looked at the pleading in the wolf's eyes, and a trace of pity rose in her heart. Although she knew that wolves were difficult to tame, she couldn't bear to see them in such a miserable state.

Slowly, Yuan Ying put down the dagger in his hand and let out a long sigh.

She began to look for herbs around her, and relying on her previous experience, she quickly picked some herbs that could help stop bleeding and heal wounds.

Returning to the wolf, she said, "I saved you, you won't bite me back, will you?"

The wolf seemed to understand her words and let out a low whimper from its throat, as if to assure Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying was slightly stunned, and couldn't help laughing, "You little thing, you are quite human."

Then she carefully treated the wolf's wound. The wolf seemed to feel her kindness and lay there obediently, allowing Yuan Ying to play with it.

She squatted down and began to carefully treat the wolf's wound. The wolf lay quietly, only trembling slightly from the pain occasionally, but never resisted.

While applying the medicine, Yuan Ying said, "You are lucky to have met me today."

After treating the wound, the wolf rubbed her hand gently with its nose, and there was a little more intimacy and dependence in its eyes.

Yuan Ying's heart moved, and he gently stroked the wolf's head. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Why don't you follow me?"

The wolf seemed to understand her invitation. It whimpered softly and rubbed its head against Yuan Ying's palm, as if to express its agreement.

Yuan Ying smiled and said, "Well, from now on, we are partners. I will give you a name, let's call you Xiaoyi."

Xiaoyi and Xiaoyi are both good. Yuan Ying immediately felt very happy.

From that day on, Yuan Ying carefully taught Xiaoyi some instructions. Xiaoyi was smart and could understand them quickly.

Yuan Ying set up some simple training obstacles in the open space behind the wooden house, and Xiaoyi was able to pass them smoothly. This made Yuan Ying feel very accomplished, and he said confidently: "Raising wolves is almost the same as raising dogs."

From then on, Xiaoyi followed Yuan Ying like a shadow. When Yuan Ying went to the stream to fetch water, Xiaoyi would stand by and guard him vigilantly.

Yuan Ying was drying herbs in front of the wooden house, and Xiaoyi was lying beside him basking in the sun, occasionally playfully fiddling with the herbs with his claws.

With Xiaoyi's company, Yuan Ying's days in the mountains are no longer so lonely and cold.

That night, Murong Xuanyi tossed and turned on his bed in Prince Jing's mansion, and finally fell into a deep dream out of extreme fatigue.

In his dream, he was in a misty fantasy world, and everything around him was hazy and unclear.

Suddenly, he saw Yuan Ying's figure looming in the distance. Murong Xuanyi was delighted and hurried towards her.

But just when he was about to touch Yuan Ying, a large plane slowly appeared behind Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying's eyes were firm and indifferent. She didn't even look at Murong Xuanyi and turned to board the plane.

Murong Xuanyi stood there in a daze, with the loud roar of the plane in his ears and the howling wind making his clothes flutter.

He watched the plane slowly rise up and tried to catch up, but was blocked by an invisible force. "Yan'er, don't leave?"

His shouts were drowned out by the noise of the plane. It was not until the plane disappeared into the horizon that Murong Xuanyi suddenly woke up, sweating profusely, with tears soaking his face.

It took him a long time to realize that it was just a nightmare, but the real touch and heartache lingered in his mind for a long time.

He stood up, walked to the window, looked out at the dark night, and silently said in his heart: "Yan'er, where are you? Why don't you want to meet me even in my dreams?"

Murong Xuanyi pondered over where Yuan Ying would go. When they returned to the capital that year, she and Hua Qiansong had originally planned to go south.

"Could she really go south as planned?" Murong Xuanyi murmured to himself.

Murong Xuanyi's longing and worry for Yuan Ying became even stronger, almost devouring him.

The next day, he decided not to sit around and wait for news. He immediately summoned Jiang Chong and said sternly, "I want to go to the south to look for the princess. Go and arrange your itinerary and prepare supplies."

Jiang Chong took the order and left, not daring to slack off in the slightest.