White Wolf

  The night color extends like the sea, the pale moonlight is cut into pieces by floating clouds, fortunately there are the full lights of the stranded train not far away.

  The cicada strained its eyes in the fading light of the lamp, eager to get a clear look at that wolf.

  She didn't know why she wasn't afraid when she heard the wolf howl at this moment, but instead felt a surge of excitement in her heart.

  With her hearing, she absolutely couldn't tell the difference between the howls of wolves in this world. But at this moment, she was somehow certain that this wolf's cry was from the one who had scared away the vicious dog and saved her and Little Rabbit back then!

  Where is it exactly?

  What does it look like?

  Why does it always appear unexpectedly when she encounters danger, as if keeping a secret appointment?

  Mò Tiān didn't even have time to look at the front of the train car, nor did she consider whether she should risk her life to jump off. All she wanted was to get a clear look at that wolf. But in stark contrast to Mò Tiān's expectations, a wave of terrified screams erupted from the stranded train!

  Misty cicada's attention was diverted for just a moment, and the carriage suddenly jolted violently! Misty cicada was shocked into jumping up, grabbing onto the iron railing with all her might to barely steady herself. It felt as if the carriage had slammed into a massive boulder, coming to an abrupt stop!

  The old green carriage stopped sliding, but the various components were still creaking, and the cicada was still in a state of shock, unable to see what had happened ahead through the compartment.

  All of a sudden, there were cries of surprise from the direction of the train, "Good heavens! What's that?"

  Mò zhān's legs had already softened, but her head hadn't followed suit. She knew the tranquility in front of her was precious and who knows if the carriage that had finally come to a stop would suddenly start moving again in the next second of her hesitation!

  Foam cicada couldn't care about the awkward posture, four limbs prostrate on the ground, almost rolling and crawling out from the rear iron railing of the car. Saying "jump" sounds good, but in fact she directly fell to the ground with a dog-eating-dung posture. The stones by the railway tracks came over mercilessly, she couldn't care about the scorching pain all over her face and body.

  She used her last strength to crawl up from the ground, staggering forward, her line of sight dodging around the carriage's obstruction, anxiously looking towards the front of the carriage - this time she had to see clearly with her own eyes what it was that saved her!

  "Girl, don't go any further!" A hoarse shout suddenly came from the direction of the train, with a hint of concern and thorough fear in the voice, "...look ahead, look ahead, it seems to be a wolf!"

  Wolf?

  Is it really a wolf?

  Foam cicada suddenly exerted strength in both legs, desperately pushing forward - even if it's a wolf, what can be the largest volume and strength of the world's largest wolf? How could it possibly stop such a heavy carriage! Doesn't it know that this is a futile struggle, and it itself will also be in danger of losing its life?

  Foam cicada rolling and crawling, finally saw the front of the car - black night like ink, white moon pale, in that piece of sky and earth blurred by this chaotic black and white two colors, actually really standing a white wolf!

  The moonlight is dim because all the moonlight is concentrated on her. The moonlight is like water, flowing down its lush and smooth white fur, as if it just shakes its body, the moonlight will fall on her body like a splash of water.

  Misty cicada gazed at it, involuntarily holding her breath - that was truly, unparalleled beauty.

  She was surprised herself, she actually used such language to describe a wolf symbolizing cruelty!

  It seemed to have seen her long ago, a pair of wolf-like eyes with upturned outer corners rippled with a sheet of icy blue - that was a warning, even intimidation, reminding her to stay away from it. But Mochen couldn't control herself, she couldn't move her gaze away, and even more uncontrollably, step by step, she walked towards it.

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  Thank you, Mimi's flower, see you tomorrow.