It was snowing.
The grass was lush and the trees were still green.
The cold north wind suddenly brought snow without warning.
Overnight, the world was snow-white.
The river seemed to have stopped flowing and the animals became much fewer.
Chu Xiaoye faced the cold wind and stood by the river, thinking day after day.
The fur on his body was still as if he had just come out of the cave that day. It was only a short inch and did not grow as he had expected.
Perhaps he could be called Brother Flat Top or the Flat Top King now.
It had been more than a month since the last incident.
Blue Eyes and Mixed Fur miraculously survived and recovered.
This was naturally because of his saliva.
However, Chu Xiaoye felt that the greatest credit should belong to the human girl.
Although he did not know what method the other party used.