The special pale blue light illuminated the living room, further illuminating the old mage's patterned face.The wooden staff in his hand was carved with the image of a wolf's head, the old magician was sitting and chopping firewood to warm himself, seeing John come in, his hand wrinkled, trembling, his voice also urgent, "What's wrong?""Is that person dead?" Mage said.John heard the old wizard's words, his face was serious, and he shook his head."Not die?" The old mage's voice sounded, the old mage couldn't believe it, "Really not dead?"John hesitated a little and said: "I don't dare to go too close to Nick's cave, I just turned into a wolf, outside the cave, smell it carefully, I really don't smell human blood, I'm sure Jenny hasn't died yet...."The old magician heard John's words, got a little angry, scolded: "You were so cowardly, before you were afraid of Nick, now he is both blind and disabled, perhaps dying, you do not dare to go near his cave, it really pisses me off." J
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