The moment she saw them, Song Anning was really scared, but she quickly realized that Xiangxiang didn't say there was any danger, so the group of wolves in front of her could only be Dahui and the others.

Hearing Song Anning's voice, Dahui was stunned at first, then rushed up, jumped around her, and then stretched his neck and howled towards the moonlight.

The rest of the wolves were not to be outdone. They gathered around happily and followed their leader in howling to the sky.

"Master, I was wondering, if you had identified the wrong wolf just now, and it was another wolf pack running towards you, wouldn't that be a disaster?"

"What feast are you having? Didn't you detect it a long time ago? You deliberately didn't tell me!"

"Hehe, just kidding, Xiangxiang is training her master's keen observation skills."

"..."

I have to say that Xiangxiang is getting more and more naughty as she grows up. Sometimes Song An Ning can't stand what she says. I don't know who she learned this temper from.

Xiangxiang: You learn from the kind of people you follow. Who did you learn from?

After the wolves howled, they squatted quietly beside her and looked at her gently.

"Da Hui, are your wife and cub okay? What are you doing lying here so late at night?"

Song Anning gently stroked Dahui's head. The wolf's fur was relatively rough, quite different from that of a dog, but it was thicker and warmer, and felt pretty good.

Dahui seemed to understand what she said. He made a humming sound, jumped across the stream, walked to the pepper seedlings planted by Song An Ning and sat down. Afraid that she didn't understand what he meant, he even nudged the pepper seedlings with his mouth.

Its behavior made Song An Ning feel sad, and she walked over to it and hugged it tightly.

When she first met him, she was planting pepper seedlings here, and later rescued the mother wolf and her cubs.

A few days ago, she came to the Widow Song and Song Daguang's house and dug out 70% to 80% of the vegetable seedlings, leaving only a few scattered ones. Dahui was worried that her things would be lost, so he helped her keep an eye on them.

Animals' emotions are always so pure. If you are good to them, they will be kind to you without reservation.

"Big Gray, thank you."

But a dry thank you is not enough. She has eaten so many pheasants and rabbits. Now let them eat something good.

I bought dozens of kilograms of cooked food from the mall, including beef shank, Orleans-style chicken legs, braised meat and more than ten other kinds.

Dahui was sitting next to her, and when he smelled the tempting fragrance, his eyes lit up again and again. This was a smell that had never been seen in the forest!

Song Anning laid out the food one by one, motioning Dahui and his companions to come and eat. However, in a wolf pack, the wolf king eats first, and what is left by the wolf king and the queen is their food.

Da Hui was feasting on his food, while Song An Ning, who was standing next to him, was chewing on a chicken leg while muttering:

"This meal is an improvement. I'll bring you raw meat next time. If you always eat Orleans-style food, you'll become a picky eater."

It was a good intention to give food to the wolves, but if she kept giving it to them, over time the wolves would no longer be willing to take the risk of hunting, and she didn't want Big Gray's eyes to gradually clear.

If that were to happen, it would be fatal to the animals living in the forest and would harm the entire wolf pack.

After eating the chicken leg in his hand, Song An Ning threw some food to the wolves and walked down the mountain.

When she was almost home, she bought a large backpack and opened the mall to make a big purchase.

Eggs, pork, salt, sugar...

There were also several packages of ready-made cooked food, two boxes of snacks, and bracelets, hairbands, pearl flowers made of shells and small pearls bought from Linhai Town, dried fish and various dried shell meats.

Finally, he took out the rat stripe, strung it up with a straw rope, and held it in his hand.

When she got home, Wang Qiuyue had just finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen with a wooden stick in her hand. Suddenly, she heard a sound coming from the courtyard gate, and her heart instantly rose.

"who!"

"Sister Qiuyue, I'm back."

"Aning, Aning, you're back?"

When she heard it was Song An Ning, she hurriedly opened the door to welcome her, then closed the gate tightly, and propped it up diagonally with a wooden stick from the inside.

Seeing this, Song An Ning suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart. Although Wang Qiuyue was a meticulous person, she had been in her house for some time, and this was the first time she had seen her being so cautious.

After the two entered the house, Wang Qiuyue frowned even deeper. While sorting the things in the basket, she scolded Song An Ning.

"Girl, how can you walk at night? And you're carrying so many things. What if something happens?"

“Also, the house has been very lively these past two days.

Yesterday morning, your grandpa and grandma came over and sat with us for half an hour. I told them you were going to the mountains, but they refused to leave.

In the afternoon, they sat down at the stone table again. I invited them to come in, but they refused. They looked unhappy.

Song Juan'er has become such a terrible state, but the old couple does not take care of her. Instead, they all come to her house to wait for her. I think it is not a good thing.

Song Anning took the water handed to her by Wang Qiuyue, took a sip, and a feeling of irritation arose spontaneously.

In her previous life, she never had to worry about family matters, and her relatives all lived their own lives behind closed doors. But here, there is no peace and quiet.

Song Anning's voice became a little cold, and he asked again:

"Besides them? Who else will come?"

Wang Qiuyue looked up at Song Anning and replied, "He Guangzong came here twice, and he didn't believe me when I told him you weren't at home.

He fell pretty hard.

Not only is his finger broken, his leg is limping, and his face has a lot of bruises, but it doesn't look like he fell."

"..."

Is there a wound on the face? Song Anning was very sure that when she beat He Guangzong that day, she didn't hit his face.

Where did the scar on his face come from? And he was in such a bad state, and he still dared to come to her?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Song Anning looked up at Wang Qiuyue, and then he realized that just one night had passed, but Wang Qiuyue's dark circles were so serious.

"Sister Qiuyue? You..."

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