"Ah" Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but sigh, his heart softened for no reason, and his hands could no longer exert any force. He shook his arm and flung the white wolf far away again.
"This time, even if the white wolf is foolish, it shouldn't come back again," Zhang Xiaohua muttered to himself.
Unfortunately, the truth often trumps eloquence, and the white wolf made a move that truly shocked Zhang Xiaohua.
The white wolf raised its head and howled again, its voice resounding through the wilderness, even carrying a sense of tragic heroism. After the howl, it flung itself at Zhang Xiaohua once more without hesitation.
