Those things with the female president in the primeval jungle

Chapter 161 The Spiritual Wolves
The wolves fought a bloody battle with hyenas during the day. There were originally more than 30 main wolves, but only a dozen were left. A little haggard and tired.

When the wolves saw us passing by, they all stopped in their tracks, with a look of covetousness in their eyes.

Lao Jiang and Lei Gong immediately clenched the sticks in their hands, looking at the wolves vigilantly.

"Damn it, these wild wolves don't want to eat us!"

Everyone's faces were a little nervous.

We have encountered wolves before, and they have not suffered serious injuries, let alone a litter of sick, disabled and hungry like they are now.

A beast is a beast after all, and we can't expect the wolf to let me go at this time.

However, the pack of wolves crawled around the golden-haired wolves. Although they blocked our way and bared their fangs, they did not rush forward rashly.

The two sides were so frozen, and several wolves kept pawing the ground with their paws, obviously suppressing the urge to pounce.

We all had cold sweat on our backs.

The wolf stared at me with its single eye. At that moment, I seemed to understand something.

"Dai Tao, share half of our fish and shrimp."

"what?"

"The hyenas took their meat and now they need a bite."

"This..." Old Jiang looked back at me suspiciously.

"Do wolves eat fish?"

"Of course I eat fish."

"No, why do we have to compromise? Damn, now this litter of old, weak, sick and disabled, Lao Jiang and I rush up, maybe we can clean them up."

"This is not a compromise, but a deal." I looked at Lei Gong seriously.

"They're not human, maybe they ate your fish, and they'll pounce on us and move their claws!"

I gritted my teeth.

Of course I know that wolves are not human beings, they don't understand people's intentions, they just tear people apart as prey.

But I choose to believe in that golden-haired wolf.

My intuition tells me that it is not here to hunt us.

"Dai Tao!" I didn't argue with Lei Gong anymore, but just asked him to throw some fish and shrimp out.

Lei Gong still wanted to speak, but Qin Di who was beside him punched him.

"Come on, don't underestimate these wild wolves. Even if they are injured, their fighting power will not weaken. You really want to fight them to the death. Don't hurt everyone."

Lei Gong glared at him unconvinced, but his words really made him hesitate.

On the other side, Dai Tao had already sprinkled over a dozen fish and a large bag of white shrimp.

"Wow!" The pack of wolves scattered in all directions, snatching the fish and shrimp that fell on the ground. The golden-haired wolf looked at me faintly. It moved its sturdy wolf body, as if to make way for us.

Everyone was a little nervous and didn't dare to leave.

"Go!" I gritted my teeth and made up my mind.

Dai Tao supported me nervously, he believed in me the most, and bravely supported me to move forward.

Qin Di and Lin Wu followed closely behind, their faces pale.

Lei Gong, Xiao Mo and Lao Jiang were in charge of the rear, holding their weapons tightly as they retreated while observing the movements of the wolves.

The wolves seemed to be busy fighting for fish and shrimp, and ignored us, until we were fifty or sixty steps away from them, and none of the wolves rushed to attack.

Looking back at the wolf, I seemed to be grateful from its one-eyed eyes.

"It's amazing. The wolf with the golden fur around its neck seems to be able to understand Fang Yu's meaning." Qin Di was amazed at the scene just now.

"You said, is it possible for us to domesticate these wolves and help us hunt them?"

His suggestion made Old Jiang's eyes shine.

Many people say that it is impossible to domesticate wolves, they belong to the wilderness, they are truly cruel hunters, wild and untamable.

This is actually a wrong view.

Dogs are domesticated by wolves. The wild wolves tens of thousands of years ago were more ferocious than the current wild wolves, and they still became human's assistants.

Not to mention anything else, the wolves in the zoo were domesticated and lazy on weekdays. They had long since left their hunting instincts at grandma's house, eating meat and sleeping every day.

"I don't think it's possible." The silent Xiao Mo shook his head.

He looked at me: "Xiao Fang, you have the most say in this matter, what do you think?"

"I don't think it's possible to domesticate these wolves..."

"At least for now let's not think about it."

I don't think they are wild and unruly, but they are too spiritual.

The so-called spirituality is the performance of being too clever.

(End of this chapter)