Doting on concubines and destroying wives?Reborn to marry a traitor and take your life!

Chapter 680 White Wolf Chapter ()
He forgot how long the woman had been beating that day.

All I knew was that a man came with a few old men.

The men seemed angry, stopped the farce, and scolded the woman.

He knew the man.

They said that was his father, but every time they mentioned it, they always smiled with malicious intent.

But after today I will never see it again.

The man became the leader of the hunting wolf tribe, and several elders strongly supported him. The opposition of others was of no avail, because someone seemed to have given the entire tribe great benefits for this purpose.

That night he heard the man say to the woman: "Anyway, the noble man did give us a large amount of gold, jewelry, cattle, sheep and horses, and also let all the tribes on the grassland be at the disposal of our wolf hunting clan, even if The noble man doesn't care about this child. You can't hit him like this in the future. If it is known, the noble man will be angry..."

He didn't hear the rest.

But something was changing around him.

Although those children would secretly scold him, they no longer dared to beat him openly.

His father was still as indifferent to him as before.

But his mother would still beat him.

However, she no longer fights outside.

As long as he was a little bit dissatisfied with her, even if he even looked at her, she would call him over and pinch him hard on the inside of his arms and thighs.

Being twisted there hurts more than being hit with a cane.

But he still won't cry.

She was tired from twisting him, but when she saw that he still didn't cry, she asked bitterly: "Will you cry?"

He was in severe pain. He tried hard to recall the expressions of other children when they were scolded by their parents and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he had no tears and could only make an expression that was uglier than crying.

"Aunt..."

He imitated other children and begged for mercy.

Because when they shout like this, their mother will stop beating them.

But the woman's face suddenly became clouded. She suddenly pulled off the half-sewn thick needle embedded in the sheepskin on the side, and stabbed him hard on the back a few times: "Who dares you to call me Amu? Shut up, I am not you." Mom, shut up, you bastard!”

He had never seen a woman look so angry, so he could only respond to her overwhelming anger without saying a word.

But the woman seemed to have found a new way to punish him without being discovered by outsiders.

Since then.

There are often needle holes in his body.

That face has never been beaten again, and the maid will clean him up.

Everyone seemed to pay special attention to his face.

There was a man in the tribe who suddenly became nice to him.

He is different from others and will give him some delicious food that he has never eaten before.

For the first time, he knew that this was how delicious the food in the world was.

It was a sunny and windy day, and the grassland was as soft and calm as before.

The man took him back to his tent, gave him a lot of delicious food, watched him eat, and took off his shirt.

The eyes that were originally dark and unclear were suddenly startled when they saw the dense needle holes on his back.

Just when the man was about to put on his clothes, Ciyun suddenly broke in.

As soon as she came in, she went crazy and screamed and smashed, and the snacks in his hand were knocked to the ground. After beating the man, she rushed up again, strangled his neck again, and cursed hysterically: "Monster, bastard, Bitch, how could I give birth to such an inhuman little beast like you!"

He wanted to rush to the ground to pick up the pastry, but someone stepped on the sole of his shoe. The delicate pastry instantly turned into powder and stuck to the sole of his shoe.

He was already used to being beaten and scolded, but this was the first time for him to eat such a delicious pastry. So for the first time, he pounced on the sole of the man's shoe like a little wolf cub, picking at the crumbs of pastry from the sole and putting it into his mouth. plug.

The woman was even more irritated. She picked him up and threw him to the ground. No matter how many people came to stop him, she couldn't stop him and kicked him one after another.

"Despicable!"

"Why are you so mean!"

"Go to hell!" She stabbed the man who rushed to stop him with a knife, then pulled him out. Regardless of everyone's objections, she threw the dying man onto the horse's back, jumped on the horse's back and ran away from the tribe.

He had never been outside the tribe, and finally there was a hint of panic in the excitement of eating snacks.

But he still wouldn't cry or beg for mercy.

Until the mother and son ran very far away, the woman threw him off the horse.

She was riding high on the horse, looking at him with disgust and hatred with a pair of blue-green eyes. After saying the words "Beasts shall die" in the mouths of beasts, she turned the horse's head and prepared to leave.

"Don't go..."

"Aunt..."

"Don't go!"

Dusk has come, and in the vast sky and grassland, the two-year-old him looks so small. He is scared, forgets the woman's words not to let him call his mother, and tries his best to move towards the one who has never brought him any safety. The sexy woman ran away.

The woman paused for a moment and finally turned around.

He suddenly felt safe in his heart for no reason.

But the woman's voice that responded to him was still filled with disgust.

"I'm not your mother."

"You were never my child either."

"roll!"

After that, she left without looking back.

He chased with all his might.

But no matter what, he couldn't outrun the woman's farther and farther back.

But after a while, he could no longer see the woman's figure and lost his way in the endless weeds.

The twilight is getting darker.

Swallowing the entire vast world.

All the weeds around were shadowy and ghostly, making rustling sounds from time to time.

Even though he had never been to the wild, as a wolf hunting tribesman, he had long known that this grassland was full of dangerous and charming beasts like wolves.

A pair of dark green beast eyes lit up in the gap between the grass.

Under the moonlight, the white wolf's fur shone like a ray of moonlight falling on the human world.

He recognized it at a glance. This was the white wolf that the Wolf Hunters were chasing after fiercely. The wolf crown made of the head of the white wolf was what every Wolfhound tribesman dreamed of.

Wolf hunters and wolves are natural enemies.

Wolves eat people, people kill wolves, the force is the same as water and fire.

He curled up in fear and held his head, thinking that if he was eaten like this, it would hurt less.

The white wolf got closer and closer.

Warm and soft fluff enveloped him as softly as moonlight.

It was warmth and softness that he had never felt before.

He also smelled a sweet smell of camel's and goat's milk on it.

That was the aroma he could only smell when he watched other children drinking in the tribe.

Almost by instinct, he reached under the white wolf's belly and tasted the wolf's milk.

After the white wolf's warm and wet nose sniffed him, he lay down on his side to make it easier for him to drink milk.

Those green eyes didn't have the ferocious look of a beast at all, but the natural tenderness of licking a calf like a she-wolf giving birth for the first time.

"Aunt..."

He muttered vaguely.

He responded with the white wolf's warm licks on his messy hair.

(End of this chapter)