[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The curvy black hair was as cute as instant noodles, and the boy looked up and down the little fox curiously with his big clear eyes.

The little fox saw the person coming, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Suo—"

"Shh!" The boy compared his fingers to his lips, then pointed back at Thranduil and the dragon not far away, signaling the little fox to keep quiet.

The little fox carefully turned his head to look at the two people who were still fighting with the gods over there, and after confirming that they didn't pay attention to this side, he lowered his voice and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to save you." Thorin quietly took out a small box from his pocket, and when he opened it, various small tools inside were revealed.

"How do you know it's me?" the little fox asked curiously.

"Hey, it's all up to him." Sorin pointed to the person over there with his chin: "I came with the Elf King, and he has been following you since Balikel. A man and a woman, the woman must be you La."

"You are such a clever little ghost." The little fox smiled and patted Sorin's head.

"Go, go!" Sorin slapped the little fox's hand away in disgust: "Can you analyze these fools?"

Sorin pulled out a long metal needle the size of an atomic pen refill from the box, and he approached the keyhole of the handcuffs, with a concentrated expression of 'Don't disturb me', and opened the lock seriously.

The little fox watched the boy turn left a few times and turn right a few times, poking here and there, his technique was so complicated that it was dizzying.After a while, the boy's eyes lit up, and he lowered his hand and pried slightly.

Click!

"Wow, amazing!" The little fox exclaimed in a low voice.

"This is a necessary skill for us dwarves." Thorin pretended to be calm, but the upturned corners of his mouth had already revealed the little boy's complacent mood.

"How many skills do you dwarves know?" She also thought about picking locks before, but the handcuffs looked simple, but the lock cylinder seemed to be very complicated, and her trivial skills could not be broken at all.

"Leave safely before we talk about anything else. Hurry up!" Sorin quickly removed the handcuffs from the little fox's hands, grabbed her and tried to pull her away.

"But..." The little fox turned his head and glanced at the two figures, one black and one white, in the distance. Those two people over there were fighting for her. Is it really okay for her to just leave like this?

"If you don't leave, it will be too late." Thorin urged.

The little fox lowered her eyes, and after a while, she nodded with determination: "Let's go."

After all, she was the cause of the war.In order to fight for her ownership, the two fought back.Since verbal persuasion is useless at all, it is useless for her to stay here, she might as well leave.

She's gone, and there's no more targets to fight for, so what's the deal with them?In the end, no matter whether it is going back to each house or hunting her separately, it is better than the two of them fighting each other.

Another point is that not only does she not want to go back with the dragon, she doesn't even want to go with Thranduil anymore.

Needless to say how dangerous the dragon is, Thranduil made the little fox secretly startled.Her first impression of him was that he was mature and stable, seemingly indifferent, but in fact, the gentleness was hidden in her heart, which was very in line with the setting that he had lived for thousands of years.However, just now, Thranduil's occasional revealing expressions made her realize that what she had seen before was only his surface.

The little fox is not sure if Thranduil like this is dangerous, but she has come into contact with too many people with masks before. Some of them are gentle and cute, some are gentlemen and elegant, but without exception, they are all ruthless and dangerous boss.So for her own sake, she should stay away from them and find a quiet ravine to nest.

"Did you come alone?" asked the little fox as they ran with Thorin.

"There is also my father and a group of dwarf soldiers. They are now staying at the hotel in Barrickle." Thorin kept looking for the mark he made when he came: "Go this way!" He pointed to the right: " During the day, when I saw the elf queen, I secretly followed her."

"That's good." When she went to Ballykel and saw Thorin reunited with his father, she parted ways with him, so as not to hurt him and his family. The little fox set a flag in his heart.

It was already 5 minutes after Thranduil and the giant dragon discovered that the little fox had disappeared. The two men who were still desperately fighting just now were standing quietly side by side in front of the tree, staring at the chain that had fallen to the ground. Their expressions were exactly the same. cold.

"Whoever finds her must teach her a lesson!" the giant dragon said viciously, holding back his anger.

"En." Thranduil said expressionlessly.

The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious...

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It was night, the stars gradually withdrew from the stage, and the bright moon began to reveal its brilliance.

The moonlight penetrated the gaps in the leaves and shone on the ground. The boy squatted down and quickly dug out a sheepskin bag from under the fallen leaves with both hands.

"What is this?" The little fox squatted beside Sorin curiously.

"The things I used to hunt and survive in the forest, I stole them from my father." Sorin took out a jar from his bag and opened it, and the white powder inside was blown out by the breeze: "This is used to change body odor to prevent tracked by wild beasts."

The little fox nodded, reached out to pick up some powder and sprinkled it on himself.Sure enough, a smell of damp earth and green grass associated with the forest covered its own original smell.

They didn't leave the forest right away. Staying here was good for hiding. If they ran to an open place outside, they would be living targets.Moreover, Thranduil and the giant dragon would definitely go to the open space outside to find someone, so the little fox decided to hide in the forest for a few hours first, and then they could leave safely after staggering with their pursuit!

Just don't run into any scary beasts while hiding.

Murphy: Okay, I see.

Ow-!

At some point, seven or eight wolves with green eyes came out from the darkness with a sneer. They looked excitedly at the two little foxes, approaching the two fresh and delicious prey step by step.

I really come here for whatever I’m afraid of!The little fox stretched out his hand with an ugly expression and pulled Thorin behind him.

"What should I do!" It was the first time Sorin saw so many wolves, and he finally started to be afraid.

"Do you have any usable weapons in your bag?" The little fox asked in a low voice, staring at the wolf in front of him.

"There is a dagger, but we can't beat so many wolves!" Thorin took a simple dagger out of his bag.

"If you can't beat them, you have to fight." You can't run away from wolves by running alone. One must drag them out before the other has a chance to run far: "I'll hold them back later, you run quickly."

"How can that be done!" Sorin's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." She has cheats and can't die.The little fox took the dagger from Sorin's hand slowly, afraid that his big movement would alarm the wolves to rush over: "You stay here and neither of us can run away, you go first and go to Barrickle to find help."

"But-"

"Don't worry about it. Now that you are here, I have to be distracted to protect you. You will help me by leaving." The little fox didn't want to say that Sorin was fighting the five scum, but this situation had to hit him.She has cheats, but this kid doesn't have one. She can't harm him.

Sorin looked at the wolves that were about to surround him, gritted his teeth, and nodded vigorously: "I will bring someone here soon, you must hold on!"

"Well, I'll count to one, two, three and you run away."

"it is good."

"One..." The little fox withdrew her right foot back: "Two..." She clenched the knife in her right hand and slowly laid it across in front of her body: "Three!"

"Aww!" The moment Sorin moved, the wolf on the other side who was ready to attack also rushed towards him in an instant.

The little fox stepped forward, and kicked away the wolf that had swooped in first.Seeing that two soldiers split into two groups and wanted to chase Sorin, they hurriedly ran over to block their way.

Sorin turned his head while running, seeing the little fox fighting against seven or eight wolves alone, feeling anxious.But he also knows that he is a burden there, and the most urgent thing is to run back to find his father quickly!

Thinking of this, Sorin didn't look back, and rushed forward with his head buried.

There is not enough demon power to strengthen the body. Although the little fox is flexible, it is useless in this situation, because she can't hide, and can only hold them back by facing them head-on.

"Wow!" The wolf opened its mouth wide, and bit the little fox's knife-holding arm with his saliva-stained sharp teeth.

"Oh!" The little fox's face turned pale instantly.She gritted her teeth tightly to prevent herself from breathing out in pain, and tried to maintain a firm expression on her face, lest her weakness contribute to the prestige of the evil wolf.She quickly took over the dagger with her left hand, and stabbed the wolf's neck with all her strength.

Puff!Hot wolf blood spurted out, dyeing the fox's left arm as red as his right arm.

The little fox didn't dare to relax, she pulled out the knife and stabbed it several times, until the wolf was completely silent before kicking its corpse away.

The surrounding wolves became even crazier because of the death of their companions, and they pounced on them even more viciously, opening their mouths and baring their teeth recklessly wherever they could bite.

The little fox desperately used hard joints such as her elbows and knees to drive away the wolf. The severe pain from her bones caused her lower lip to bleed from biting.

Suddenly, a wolf rushed directly behind the little fox and bumped into the hollow of her leg.

Unprepared, the little fox bent his legs and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Oops!The little fox thumped in his heart.Falling to the ground is the easiest way to be torn!

Sure enough, when the other wolves saw the little fox kneeling down, they immediately gathered on the same side and knocked the man down to the ground from the side.

The little fox who almost fell and ate shit hurriedly tried to stand up, but how could the evil wolf give her a chance.A wolf flew over and bit her arm. The second trauma made the little fox scream uncontrollably, and the body that had just stood up fell to the ground with a bang.

Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Physically strong, the leading wolf howled excitedly.The strong hind legs kicked the ground hard, jumped directly onto the little fox and lowered his head, about to bite her neck.

Finished!

The little fox resignedly closed his eyes.

Whoops!

The off-white robe was turned into a beautiful silvery white by the moonlight, floating in the air like a cloud and slowly falling down.The gray boot kicked the ferocious wild wolf away, and then, the cloud-like robe gently fell on the scarred girl.

Ow!

The howling of the wolf in pain caused the little fox to subconsciously open her eyes, but before she could focus on something, something fell from the sky, completely covering her.

Soon, the wailing of the wolves was heard outside.

The little fox carefully pulled off the robe covering his body, revealing a bright black eye following the sound and forgetting about it.

I saw a slender white figure walking briskly among the wolves, waving a long silver sword like a swimming dragon, each sword was harvesting the lives of the wild wolves.The man's perfect face was flat, and his blue eyes were full of contempt for these wolves.He turned around and swung his sword, his long silver hair drew a wonderful arc, like a movable work of art.

"Thranduil..." The little fox stared blankly at the silver-haired man who seemed like a god descending to save him, and finally called out his name.

Swish!

A sword cut through the neck of the last wolf. Thranduil stood among the wolf corpses and looked around. After confirming that there were no more survivors, he turned around slowly.Holding the sword, he stared straight at the little fox and walked towards her step by step.

Do... what!The little fox widened his eyes slightly, looked at the long sword that was still bleeding, and moved back nervously.

"Hiss!" There was a sharp pain from the injured hand propped on the ground, the little fox almost fell down, and quickly supported it with the other hand: "Thran... Thranduil, calm down!"

Thranduil stepped up to the little fox, his frosty eyes shone slightly under the moonlight.For some reason, the little fox immediately thought of those vicious wolves. Her heart was beating violently, and the sweat on her forehead didn't know whether it was from pain or fright.

"I, I, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please don't kill me!" The little fox hurriedly begged for mercy in fear.

Thranduil looked down at the little fox and said softly, "What's wrong."

"I shouldn't run away, I don't dare anymore!" The little fox moved back.

Thranduil sized up the little fox carefully, frowning slightly.The sword in his hand turned around and flicked, a red line of blood lay across the little fox's feet.

The little fox trembled in fright, and his face turned pale again.

She knew that Thranduil must also be a dangerous boss wearing a mask!She just knew it!The little fox closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away, not daring to look at him.

After a while, the little fox didn't feel the knife fall on him.The quiet atmosphere around made the little fox, who had been on tenterhooks, feel puzzled. She hesitated, wondering if she should open her eyes and have a look.

Suddenly, something soft touched her lower lip.

The little fox froze for a moment, then opened his eyes cautiously.

The blue eyes are half-downcast, and the thick eyelashes tremble slightly like a butterfly fluttering its wings.The man knelt beside the girl on one knee, gently wiping the wound on her lower lip with a soft handkerchief with his slender fingers.

"You..." The little fox looked stupidly at Thranduil, who was expressionless but whose movements were extremely gentle.He seems to care about me!The little fox became more courageous: "Aren't you angry anymore?"

"Angry." Thranduil replied flatly.

The little fox looked down at the hand wiping his wound, is he really still angry?She raised her eyes and whispered, "Then you... can you stop being angry?"

Thranduil glanced at the little fox coldly, and immediately withdrew the hand that wiped her wound: "I can't."

"I'm all injured..." The little fox said pitifully, "It's so serious, my hand is about to be broken." She pulled out her bloody right hand from under the gray robe and held it up in front of Thranduil.

Thranduil looked at the little fox's arm, his expression unchanged: "So?"

"I've been punished." The little fox cautiously approached Thranduil.

Thranduil stared blankly at the little fox who had started to move towards him despite his avoidance just now, and remained silent.

"Can you forgive me?" The little fox tentatively pinched Thranduil's clothes with his left hand: "I will obediently listen to you in the future."

"Let go." Thranduil ordered coldly.

The little fox raised her eyes and met Thranduil's gaze, and after a while, she obediently let go of the hem of his clothes.

Then put an arm around his waist.

Thranduil: ...she's pushing her boundaries again!