Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

The white wolf huddled close to the fire, like a huge white ball, and put the girl on himself, and covered the girl with his furry tail.

The girl, wrapped in warmth, stretched out her curled limbs, arched against the white wolf twice with some comfort, and changed to a comfortable position.

The pale face gradually returned to blood color, the frowned eyebrows on the forehead also calmed down, and the corners of the mouth slightly raised, as if she had a beautiful dream.

Seeing this, the white wolf also lay on his front paws and closed his eyes.

But the pair of ears that stood up high and kept rotating like antennas proved that she did not relax her vigilance at all.

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In the early morning, the sky was gray.

Before the white wolf could be thankful that he had not encountered any trouble all night, dots of snow fell slowly from the sky.

The first snow of this winter has fallen.

The tiny snowflakes passed through the woods and fell on the girl's rosy face, and the slight coolness woke her up from her sleep.

The girl's narrow eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't want to get up.

She felt that this was the most comfortable sleep she had had in the past half month.

To be more precise, it should be the most comfortable sleep in her life, because even at home there is no such soft bed and warm quilt.

The girl buried her face in the white wolf's soft belly, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes with satisfaction.

Then she met the white wolf's somewhat speechless eyes.

"..."

"..."

The air became silent for a while.

Gurgle——

The sound of hunger came from the girl's flat belly, breaking the gaze between the person and the wolf.

So there was a little more awkwardness in the silence...

"Um, was it your master who saved me?" Recalling the sound of the bowstring being pulled in the darkness last night, the girl asked tentatively.

The person with the hound and bow and arrow on the mountain should be the hunter, right?

Then the huge wolf-like animal in front of him should be the hound raised by the hunter?

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The white wolf tilted his head in confusion, and his narrowed eyes were full of doubts.

This girl's face is pretty, but why does she look a little silly?

"Don't you understand? That's right, I'm confused. I'm not a monster, how could I understand? But where did Mr. Hunter go so early in the morning..."

"I don't have a master. I'm planning to join the master of this mountain. If he is willing to accept me, that sir will be my master. As for the hunter you mentioned..."

"I don't know anything about hunters. I've been the only one since the beginning."

White Wolf interrupted the girl's mumbling.

"Eh!? You can talk? Doesn't that mean..."

White Wolf waited for a soundThe voice was very gentle, just like the eldest sister in the family, making people feel cared for.

But at this time, the girl's ears were no less than a thunderclap.

Thinking of her inexplicable guesses and her own mumbling, the girl had already started to pick the three-bedroom and one-living room under her feet in embarrassment.

Toes: This high-end game.

"Sorry, I heard the sound of the bowstring vibrating last night, and I thought it was Mr. Hunter who came from somewhere to save me..."

Although she was born in an ordinary villager family, and there were a group of unruly people living in the village, perhaps because she had heard various stories since she was a child, the girl still maintained a good upbringing.

At least when facing such an embarrassing situation, she was still brave enough to admit her mistakes.

It felt like she was out of the mud without being stained.

Of course, for Bailang, he didn't feel that embarrassed, but felt that the girl was too hypocritical.

"Well, what should I call Miss Wolf?"

"Just call me White Wolf."

"Eh? Can't you tell me your name..." the girl said a little disappointed.

Although she couldn't do anything for White Wolf, at least she wanted to know the name of her benefactor so that she could be grateful in her heart.

"I don't have a name." White Wolf said in a flat tone: "Except for those big monsters, ordinary monsters like us rarely have their own names."

White Wolf said this not because he didn't want to reveal his name to the girl and wanted to make an excuse to fool her.

In fact, in this world, language is the earliest curse, words are the earliest symbols, and names are the earliest contracts.

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For a powerful Onmyoji, sometimes just saying the name of a monster and drawing the monster's shape can even force the other party to become his own Shikigami.

For monsters, names are often a weakness and constraint.

Therefore, ordinary monsters do not give themselves names, so as not to be known by others and become a handle.

Monsters such as Guhuo Bird and Izuna Ten all call each other by race, and monsters of the same race and race also have their own ways to distinguish each other.

Monsters with names are either named by the Onmyoji after becoming the Onmyoji's Shikigami.

Or they are protected by big monsters and given names by their masters.

However, there are also some stubborn little monsters who insist on giving themselves names. This kind of mind is not very smart and insists on giving themselves a weakness.

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Of course, this kind of restriction also depends on the specific strength. It is not possible for an Onmyoji to know the name and drive the monster at will.

For big monsters, even if their names are known, they can't do anything to them. They can even gain respect by showing their reputation and awe.to gain strength.

Therefore, all great monsters have their own names.

For example, Shuten-doji and Ibaraki-doji of the demon clan, Tamamonomae of the fox clan, and Xia Yan's legal wife, Lingyue Xianji of the dog clan.

"Is that so! Then I'll call you Miss White Wolf!"

After learning that the other party was not unwilling to tell her name, a smile appeared on the girl's delicate face.

"My name is Qing, Qing in "blue."

While speaking, Qing also patted his conscience, which had already taken shape, and set off a wave of waves.

In this era, surnames were only for the nobles, and good people in the village like Qing could only use their own names.

And those of lower status, let alone names, were not even considered human beings, and were given the title of "non-human".

"Is your name Qing..."

"Well, Qing. I'm going to look for the owner of this mountain. What are your plans? If you want to go down the mountain, I can give you a ride."

"Miss White Wolf, if possible, please let me go with you!"

"Before that, do you want to eat something?" Zhang.