I became a heartthrob in another world

Chapter 1199 The little white wolf who is afraid of fire 4
She plucked the herb, put it in the palm of her hand, gathered a pile, put it in her mouth, chewed it up, then spit it out, applied it to the little white wolf's wound, then found a clean piece of cloth from her body, and tore it up. The next strip, wrapped around the wound, holds the herb in place.

After finishing it, the little white wolf danced again.

Surrounding the little girl, jumping up and down on three legs.

"Little wolf, don't jump, it will burst the wound, you just lie down and don't move, I'll go find something to eat, okay?" The little girl found some clean firewood left by others in the cave.

A fire was set up in the corner.

The little white wolf thought it was very strange, jumped over and licked the little girl's face flatteringly, "Wow..."

The little girl was still tickled by it, and her silver bell-like laughter broke the cold of deep winter.

Little White Wolf likes his little master's smile very much.

Every time it hears the little master's smile, it feels like it hears the most beautiful voice in the world.

Taking advantage of this gap, the little girl lit the fire and burned a pile of firewood.

The sudden flames startled the little white wolf.

"Ow."

Jumping back quickly, the speed was as fast as a stone being thrown out, and it slammed into the firewood pile behind, knocking the firewood pile apart.

The little white wolf stayed in the pile of firewood in a disheveled state, and the wound was hit by dry firewood and split open. The place where the bleeding was finally stopped, began to bleed again.

The little girl walked over quickly and took the little white wolf out of it.

Carefully inspect the wound condition.

The wound burst open.

The blood flowed more violently than before.

"It's bleeding again, does it hurt?" The little girl unwrapped the bandage again and re-bandaged the wound for the little white wolf.

The little white wolf was so painful that his eyes were full of tears, and he looked at his little master miserably.

Trying to use pity to win the sympathy of the little master, so that the little master will not throw it away.

The little girl felt sorry for the little white wolf. After bandaging it up, she kissed both sides of the little white wolf's eyes, puffed up her cheeks, and blew on the little white wolf's wound a few times. It hurts."

After the little white wolf drank her blood, he opened his mind and learned to be shy.

Hearing her words, he blushed shyly.

He buried his little face in the little girl's arms, too shy to raise his head.

The little girl hugged the little white wolf and walked to the fire.

As soon as the little white wolf got close to the fire, he couldn't help being nervous. His little paws tightly grabbed the little girl's clothes, and he trembled nervously.

Orcs were also afraid of flames at first, and it took a long time before they got used to using fire to eat cooked food.

But the little white wolf at this moment is just a beast, a wild animal.

If it weren't for the little girl's blood, the little white wolf would be the same as thousands of other animals without intelligence.

But now it vaguely understands some, but not much.

The fear of fire is still instinctive.

The little girl didn't know that animals were afraid of fire, but the behavior of the little white wolf was obvious. The little girl knew that the little white wolf was afraid of fire just by looking at it.

The little girl put her hand over the flames.

The little white wolf rushed over nervously, pulled her hand back, hugged it in his arms, and looked up and down at that hand in distress.

There is no wound on the hand.

Just toasted and warmed.

The little white wolf felt very strange, and looked at his little master with a pair of moist eyeballs.

I don't understand what happened just now, why the little master was not burned by the terrible fire even though he was exposed to the fire.

Flame is dangerous, this is their innate memory inheritance.

(End of this chapter)