Liu Chen was surprised to find several snow wolves gathered around a piece of snow lily skin, which was very white and its fur was smooth.
"Is this it?"
Liu Chen had a bad feeling; no matter how he looked at the wolf's skin, it seemed like the Snow Wolf King.
It's dead?
Regarding these grateful snow wolves, Liu Chen felt quite good.
At this moment, the snow wolves appeared both jealous and sad, standing there dazed, their eyes vacant, unsure whether to look down at the Wolf King's fur.
Liu Chen stood not far from them, and the snow wolves had no reaction, even looking at Liu Chen as if seeking help.
Liu Chen slowly walked over step by step. The snow wolves did not retreat even slightly, still standing there as if waiting for Liu Chen.
"Do you guys have something going on?" Liu Chen asked.
Realizing there was no response, he understood they couldn't speak and wanted to treat them as good friends.
"Woo woo..."
