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The White Wolf King was lying on top of him!

In a split-second, Ink Yan froze. He instinctively felt that his lower back was firmly pressed down by the limbs of the animals that weighed at least 300 kilograms, although there was still some space on his shoulder. But the wolf's claws were on it. If he turned back, he would definitely be attacked!

"Shuiyan!"

Murong Hao, who was standing to the side, saw that the situation wasn't good and pulled out his sword to attack. However, in less than two seconds, Murong Hao was caught by his assistant and was reminded by her ear.

"Crown Prince, it's the Sirians who are picking their daughter!"

The white wolf sitting on Mo Yan glanced sideways, and under its golden eyes, it arched its two shallow silkworms and looked up at Murong Hao with a smile that wasn't a smile. His eyes clearly said, "Grandson, if you have the guts, come cut me off."

Murong Hao was so angry that he was about to puke smoke! Raising his sword, he shouted angrily, "I am the Crown Prince of the Big Dipper! How can you be looked down upon by a mere beast? "

"Cut it down!"

"Cut it down!"

The drunk Molda broke out in laughter and threw a glass of wine to mock the crown prince?

"Just a war-torn moth. Too weak to rely on selling people and land for peace. With this kind of thing, you dare to match notes with our White Wolf God, and you still say you want to kill it? Don't you know that if the Sirius were to suffer any damage at the end of the day, a thousand of them would have to pay with their lives! "

"As for you wanting to kill our White Wolf God." Molda's eyes, which had turned red from the drinking, suddenly shone with an unspeakable savagery, and even her tone turned cold.

"Do you believe that I can chop off your head even if you are the Crown Prince of a great nation? As evidence of your actions to provoke the Heavenly Wolf, I will lead troops to slaughter your capital!"

"Your Highness, please think for the sake of our people!" The Lieutenant General cried out in sorrow.

Murong Hao was suddenly speechless. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound. The deputy general could not stop trembling!

The white wolf's eyes narrowed as it grinned, and the crack on the corner of its mouth became even more obvious. In front of Murong Hao, he kneeled down on his front limbs without leaving a trace and openly treated Ink Yan as a carpet, forcing her to watch the talent show.

At this moment, the pack of wolves had clearly finished their first round of selection.

Two things happened in the hall. On one side was the female servant who had fallen to the ground dead. They were lying on the ground in a casual posture, their eyes unfocused as they looked around them. On the other side were the people who were being chased away by the wolves. Their faces were full of fear as they hugged each other, helplessly waiting for Fate's judgement.

"Brother, the wolf pack just picked out ten concubines."

Oh, said Morda, drunkenly, and asked very slowly, "So what? "Are you willing?"

"Father only gave us thirteen slots. Including the four of them, it's already past the limit."

The main dance, which was responsible for pouring the wine, knocked the glasses over with a clink. The cold wine spread across the table. His meticulously drawn face suddenly bloomed like a flower that had been defeated, and endless fear emerged from within. She fell straight from the table and hit the ground with both hands, kowtowing desperately.

"General, please spare me! General, please spare me!"

Morda kicked the man to the wolves and said indifferently, "No need for that. "You guys can split up and eat."

When the pack of wolves heard this, they opened their mouths wide and pounced forward. Accompanied by a wail, they dismembered a beautiful woman into mincemeat in the blink of an eye.

Mist Grass!

Ink Yan considered herself a secret service agent and often dealt with unimaginable incidents. However, this was the first time he had fed a living woman to a wolf!

Murong Hao's eyes couldn't blink anymore. Although the palace was dangerous, at least there was a layer of cloth to cover their shame. The Sirians, though in human form, often commit inhuman crimes.

The atmosphere in the hall froze. Even taking a quiet breath was an extravagant hope. All eyes were on Morda as never before.

Let it end quickly! Get out of here! All sorts of thoughts flashed through the minds of everyone present. Even the white wolf that was pressing down on Wen Yan's shoulder shifted its weight, as if it was about to leave.

Morda stood up with satisfaction and put his arms around the two beauties beside him, ready to begin his passionate nightlife. Unexpectedly, the other dancer's eyes rolled back and fell to the ground. He stepped forward and felt his pulse, hesitating.

"Bro, this woman is so scared. There was still one missing. "What should we do?"

Morda walked the woman up to the second floor, only to leave a single sentence on the stairs, "If you're scared to death, feed it to the wolf." Not enough people to get up tomorrow and get the wolves out. I don't believe that I can't find a suitable woman for such a big matter! "