Chapter 395

Rob didn't dare to neglect either. He grabbed the fruit knife in his hand and attacked the wolf on the other side.

Ling Xiao is cold and flexible.

Strong body around the wolves.

Almost one knife at a time, the sharp saber stabbed into the wolf's belly, and cut a long wound along its belly.

The wolf was killed on the spot.

The bright red blood splashed out from the wolf's stomach, splashing all over Ling Xiaohan's face.

Just finished one.

Three or four more came up behind.

Lingxiao is quick and quick. He pulls out his Sabre from the belly of the fallen wolf, jumps over several wolves, and rolls under the wolves.

With a leg sweep, trip a few, and then quickly put on the knife, did not stop for a moment, even kill several.

The cold and bright moonlight cast some mottled light through the dense branches.

With these lights, a human wolf war is getting worse.

Rob lacks fighting skills, but he is good at reaching out quickly, flying in the middle of wolves, and cutting their legs with a fruit knife.

Cut a leg and fall a wolf.

"Young master, you are so cruel. Why kill them all? Just like me, let them not stand up."

Rob proudly waved his fruit knife to show off his fruits.

It's not surprising that a new wolf is coming to him step by step with his fangs open.

Lingxiao Hanyang raises the knife in his hand, aims at Rob's direction, and is ready to throw it.

"What do you want, young master?" Rob's eyes widened with fear, and he covered his face and flashed to the side.

"Ouch --"

a wolf behind him fell miserably.

The Swiss Army knife pierced its eyes from its upper jaw through its lower jaw.

Blood dripping on the ground, no breath.

Rob turned to look. I just know that the young master saved him just now.

"What's the use of a special help from the boss? I don't think you need to resign. I can drive you. "

Ling Xiaohan rushes to pick up his Swiss Army knife.

At the same time, two wolves jumped up and grabbed Ling Xiaohan's arm.

"Young master!"

At this time, Ling Xiaohan has not got the knife.

Rob roared, clenched the fruit knife, one in each hand, and stabbed the two wolves to death.

Ling Xiaohan holds back the pain, breaks open the wolf's mouth, takes out the bitten hand, and kicks the wolf to fly.

On the arm, the place where the wolf teeth stabbed into turned into blood holes, which were bleeding constantly.

"I'm sorry, young master, but I've got you involved."

Rob quickly found the box not far away to give Lingxiao cold medicine.

There are still several unsolved wolves. Lingxiao is afraid that if the wolf steps on the blood on the ground or leaves the blood on his body and escapes, it will form a clue for Isard to trace.

Pick up the sabre from the wolf on the ground, and continue to pursue regardless of the injury on his arm.

The remaining ones seem to have lost the enthusiasm of fighting and run away.

Ling Xiaohan takes a knife and rushes after him.

He is very fast.

It's fast enough to catch up with the predators that live in the jungle for a long time.

A few steps from the three wolves.

Ling Xiaohan jumps on a stone.

Jump off the stone again.

Go straight to the three wolves.

One hand grabs the wolf's leg first, presses the wolf down, and then stabs it up one by one.

The technique is ruthless and sharp.

There's the last one left. He's the fattest, but the fastest.

His foot was hurt.

Ling Xiaohan wonders why the wolf can run faster than the ordinary and strong wolf. The problem is that it seems to have been cut by Rob on its feet.

Ling Xiaohan's eyes were fixed on the wolf's stomach.

Its stomach doesn't seem to be caused by fat.

But

It has wolf cubs in its belly.

Ling Xiaohan has stopped chasing, but the wolf is still running.

Run like hell.

I finally know why it ran so hard.

Any mother is the greatest for her children, including a wolf.

Think of the little woman at home with her own baby.

Ling Xiaohan was moved by compassion. He could have taken out the silencing gun or thrown it with a Swiss Army knife to solve the problem.

But in the end, he let it go.

Rob is panting, carrying the box to catch up with Ling Xiaohan.

"Young master, how can you run so fast and be an office person every day? How can I be so different from you? Why don't you kill that wolf? It's got blood on its legs. It'll show us where we are. ""It's a wolf." Ling Xiaohan put away his knife and went to look for water along the grass.

The smell of blood on his body made him very uncomfortable. He had to find a place to clean it.

"Young master, don't walk so fast. The wound needs dressing."

"You can't die. Get me some water first."

He has a habit of cleanliness. Although he knows that he can't pay attention to these things here, the killing breath on his body is like a heavy stone pressing his heart.

I found a water source, cleaned the blood on my face and body, and cut on my arm.

Luo Bu personally applied medicine and gauze for Ling Xiaohan.

I found a place to sit down and drink.

Ling Xiaohan feels the cell phone that has been shut down in his pocket.

If the mobile phone is turned on and talking with the outside world, their whereabouts will be exposed at any time.

This is taboo.

But Ling Xiaohan can't help but want to call and listen to Ji Qianchen's voice.

He doesn't want to wait until his cell phone runs out of power and he never has a chance to call her again. Endless thoughts will destroy his will to fight.

"You go on patrol, I'll call."

"Young master, isn't it? Isn't calling at this time looking for death?"

"It doesn't matter if the location is exposed anyway."

Ling Xiaohan turns on his mobile phone and dials it out.

It's 8 a.m. in Yuncheng time in China.

A pleasant bell will wake Ji Qianchen from his bed.

"Honey, honey, mamada."

This sweet voice destroyed Ji Qianchen's dream.

Ji Qianchen felt his cell phone vaguely from the bedside table.

After connecting, take it to your ear.

"Hello, who is it?"

The voice was lazy, soft and yawning.

I didn't wake up.

Who is he?

He's risking his life on the phone with this woman.

"Me." Ling Xiao answered coldly.

"Wow, Ling Xiaohan!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Qianchen jumped up from the bed, as if he had a surprise of five hundred in case.

No, she won five million yuan, which is no more surprising than receiving a phone call from Ling Xiaohan.

"Call me husband." Ling Xiaohan is patient to remind her.

I can't teach every time.

"Ha ha, honey, are you willing to call me at last? How about the difference? Is it all right? " Ji Qianchen is excited like a little girl. She lies at the head of the bed and calls Ling Xiaohan.

Ling Xiaohan looks down at the wound on his arm and mumbles to Ji Qianchen, "well, it's going well."