Chapter 34: It should be fine to share a bed... right? (3)

If Mr. Food Reserve remained in his human form, he couldn’t just remain with only his unmentionables covered up, right?

Fortunately, when he had changed into his human form, a silvery gray animal pelt would appear wrapped around his waist.

Saying it was an animal pelt wasn’t quite correct. It was probably Mr. Gray Wolf’s wolf pelt...

What kind of mystical structure was it? Could that wolf pelt be taken off?

Ruan Qiuqiu’s train of thought drifted into a strange area....

Now that Mr. Gray Wolf was a married wolf, did he prefer his demon form or his human form more? She remembered that Mr. Gray Wolf could change the size of his demon form...

As for his human form... Could that wolf pelt be taken off?

Ruan Qiuqiu’s consciousness gradually grew fuzzy. She had thought she would be too worried that a demon or fiend would rush in and kill them, but she was truly too exhausted.

He slowly left the cave that Ruan Qiuqiu and Yuan Jue lived in. Once he got to the edge of the forest, his pace changed to a swift run. Detouring around the Fire Wolf Tribe’s residential area, which was densely populated, he continued running until he arrived at a cave that was at the other end of the tribe’s territory. This cave was near a cliff, but it was very safe.

The wolf demon changed to his human form by the brightly lit cave. It was the middle-aged wolf demon that had led the group of wolf demons in bringing Ruan Qiuqiu from the Wind Lion Tribe to Yuan Jue’s cave.

Standing in front of a curtain that was made of thick animal skins, he called out in a reverent and respectful tone, “Shaman.”

A somewhat old voice came from behind the curtain. “Lin Xun? Come in.”

The middle-aged wolf demon named Lin Xun murmured an acknowledgement, lifted the thick animal skin, and stepped into the cave.

Although it was very dark outside, there were special plants in the shaman’s cave that gave off light. These blue plants had the same shape as morning glories. Lamp covers that were as thin as fish scales covered the plants. These plants adorn the edge of the tables and gave off a bright, blue light.

The unique blue light brightly illuminated the entire cave. Underneath this strange lighting, the shaman’s face, which was covered with painted markings, looked even more unearthly.

The elderly shaman was holding a staff with a wolf head carved at the top. He was sitting next to a stone stove to keep himself warm when Lin Xun came in. The shaman’s wrinkled hand trembled, and his voice tightened when he asked, “How did it go? Is that human dead?”