Marrying The Soft Hearted Villain(MTL)

18

"Looking" at the two and a half tails of barbed and ugly pimples dragging behind the demon's three feet, Mr. Big Bad Wolf almost immediately judged the devil's rank and type.

——This is a second-order and third-order monster that is almost hungry.

This kind of monster belongs to the demons of low-level to intermediate-level transition. It has not produced much wisdom, and the instinct to devour human and demon is even worse.

It will appear here, 80% is due to the heavy snowfall, which makes it hungry and loses its senses.

"Click", "click",

A monster with a strange center of gravity stepped on the snow, sniffing the smell of humans around him, and stepped towards the cave step by step.

Mr. Big Wolf wobbled his eyelashes twice, and a pair of gray-blue pupils gradually gleamed with faint blood.

No matter how hungry this monster is, he can't let it go into the cave, eat himself or his ... the little lady who likes the snail gray wolf.

The narrow and long eyes became lingering, and Mr. Big Bad Wolf's originally smooth black long hair also immediately had a pair of furry wolf ears.

He endured the tingling of the amputated limb and the monster core, and turned into a half-demon shape. He dexterously opened the two animal skins covering him, knelt on the bed, and annoyedly put his little The lady took the soft animal skin wrapped around his amputated limb and quietly flicked the big hairy tail behind him.

His demon consciousness and the newly recovered demon power near the demon core can only make him into a demon form to fight for three minutes at most, and he is not sure of winning 100%.

Perhaps, he will die tonight.

The monster is still trying a little bit, not daring to get close to the cave.

Yuan Jue collected the demon consciousness, scanned the stone table, and immediately found two black animal skins folded on it.

His pupils were trembling and his thin lips were tight.

Is it the clothes that the human race made for him?

No man or demon ever made clothes for him.

At this size, it can't be the clothes made for the wolves.

Suppressing the low, dumb smile in his throat, Mr. Wolf's enchantment fell on Ruan Qiuqiu lying on the stone bed.

She was almost tired and slept deeply. Her animal skin coat was very old, and some fell down, revealing a long neck and a small piece of skin.

Ruan Qiuqiu is very thin and fragile.

But she is also very tough and courageous.

The enlightenment fell on her cheek, and Mr. Big Bad Wolf's pair of pointed ears folded down.

For the first time, his pair of eyes without focus fell on Ruan Qiuqiu's face precisely, and his heart was full of sourness.

Yuan Jue lifted her distinct palms and indulged in a selfish way of not knowing why. Her slightly cold fingertips gently pressed on her lips.