The Wolf King 9

"No need."

Without waiting for Nan Chiyou to step onto the sedan chair, the wolf king spoke coldly. The moment it turned to look at Nan Chiyou, its eyes became a lot gentler.

"I'll just carry you."

"Alright..."

Nan Chiyou smiled brightly.

Perhaps it was the influence given to her by Feng Ruqing since childhood that made her comfortable to get close to the spirit beasts.

Compared to sitting in the sedan chair with Murong Qing, she was more willing to follow the wolf king.

Murong Qing did not force Nan Chiyou, he just looked at the wolf king with mixed emotions, but he did not think much about it. He then turned around and smiled faintly.

'"It's getting late. Let's go back."

General Lin's throat was a little hoarse as he looked at the wolf king and said, "But, if we bring back this wolf… It might go crazy..."

The wolf king's gaze sank.