The Syrians felt that Bai Wutong and the rest were abnormally generous. Apart from the leather made from domestic animals, they also actively promoted their special delicacies, dried beef, and fermented milk strips.
Back in Youjia village, plowing bulls were not meant for eating. Even if one wanted to eat them, one had to let them die accidentally.
The Syrians had no such scruples. They raised cows to eat.
As soon as they took out the dried beef, Xiaobai jumped out of nowhere and stared at the dried beef in the Syrian's hand with its ice-blue eyes.
When the Syrians saw Xiaobai, they plopped to the ground and muttered, "Wolf God, please bless us!…"
Bai Wutong was speechless.
Xiaobai tilted its head. "…"
Bai Wutong knew that some regions regarded wolves as auspicious guardian divine beasts, but this was too exaggerated. They directly knelt down to Xiaobai.
She hurriedly said, "Get up quickly!" She was really just raising a fat wolf.
