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He stood there motionlessly. The man behind him raised his sword and slashed across his body in excitement. His shouts of excitement and arrogant laughter reverberated throughout the evening wilderness.

Jing Xiaoxiao stood there as her body trembled. She looked at the figure in front of her whose whole body was drenched in blood, seemingly lifeless. She cried as she shook her head.

The saber-wielding man was tired. He panted heavily as he shouted to the man holding Mo Xiaoxiao, "Let's go. This monster won't live for more than a few hours. Let's go back and report back."

"Alright." The man holding the gun dragged Mo Xiaoxiao along as he walked towards the plane. When his figure passed by the figure that almost turned into a blood gourd, that figure moved. Blood droplets rained down from the sky like raindrops.

When she opened her eyes, she had already left the man who stole money. In his arms, her body was covered in his blood.

The sound of gunfire and the sound of a knife piercing through the air ended at the same time.

Sometimes, humans were more terrifying than beasts, and greed and greed became the cruel weapons in their hands.

Under the curtain, he carried her and turned around to leave. With each step he took, a blood-red footprint appeared. His steps were firm and steady.

The smell of his blood made her feel more and more uncomfortable. She did not dare to raise her head to look at his face, but only shivered as she nestled her body into his embrace. She could feel his goodwill as the helicopter stopped its propeller and moved further and further away from them.

The continuous mountain forest engulfed their figures, and Mo Xiaoxiao could no longer see those tragic bodies. Darkness covered everything, and all she could do was let him lead her away.

Somehow, she felt at ease.

She looked at the white figure in the river washing off the blood stains on her body. She was still in shock as she watched him carefully place her on the rocks like this, then walk into the river and throw fish onto the shore one by one to die, then wash the blood stains on his body.

Jing Xiaoxiao could even see the pale white muscle on his back that was rolling. She could not imagine how much pain that must have caused. Jing Xiaoxiao's body was trembling.

He didn't know how to raise a bonfire, so he went ashore to shake off the water droplets on his body. Seeing her raise her hand to cover his face, he hurriedly walked away to prevent the water droplets from spilling onto her body.

She hugged her body as she shivered, not only was it cold, but she was also afraid. She could not see a single trace of the city, and she did not know where she was nor why those people wanted to capture her. She did not even dare to look at the figure that was lingering on the rocks by the shore.

Later on, when he dried his fur and approached her so that she could smell that there was no more blood on him, he realized that he had soaked and washed his wounds in the icy river to prevent himself from smelling the blood. He let the wind dry his fur to prevent his clothes from getting wet while he was hugging her.

He placed the fish on a tree branch and strode over. He carried her in his arms with one hand as he ran into the depths of the forest.

He sniffed with his nose, feeling nervous. His body was trembling as it warmed up her body. He carried her to a cave. It was not as cold as the outside and there was no smell of beasts. There were only some dead leaves and rocks. The cold moonlight shone on the cave and she shook her head as she looked at the dead fish in front of her.

He gnawed at the fish very quickly, his mouth bleeding from having several fish bones pierced through it. He still ate the whole piece of fish, looking like he was really hungry.

Pale white teeth struggled on the body of the fish. The wounds washed by the river water were bleeding under the white fur of the beasts. Some of the knife wounds were already inflamed.

There were a few times that Jing Xiaoxiao wanted to look away, but before long, she found herself watching him eat the fish again. She was also worried if his blood would run dry.

"You?" As she heard her own dry voice, her heart trembled, and her gaze met his bright black eyes.

Roar. A soft roar signified his doubt.

"Your injuries?" Mo Xiaoxiao pointed at his back. There was no treatment for such a long branch, so she suddenly became conflicted. Should she treat him as a human or a beast?

He turned around in confusion and pointed the wound on his back at her, causing her to inhale a breath of cold air. His long hair had already been dyed blood-red. If he didn't stop bleeding, he would die of blood loss tomorrow morning.

With trembling hands, Mo Xiaoxiao took off her shirt and jacket, stood up and carefully walked over to him, "Let me bandage your wound on your back." Mo Xiaoxiao felt that he wouldn't hurt her, but she still remained on guard.

He gulped. She couldn't understand it, nor could she understand it. It was probably because she felt that her actions were a little strange.

Her shirt was a little small. With his broad back, Mo Xiaoxiao tore the shirt open and carefully stung the wound on his back. His body shivered, and he grabbed her small hand, which was busy tying the shirt.

The sound of bones creaking immediately rang out, and Mo Xiaoxiao cried out in pain.

He hurriedly let go of his hand and lowered his head in annoyance like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be criticized.

He wrapped the shirt around the wound on his back and checked the other wounds on his body. They weren't very deep, but they were very long and were already scarred.

With so many wounds, he carried her all the way to the river, where he washed his blood and busied himself with catching fish and finding a cave to stay in.

He raised the last fish in front of Mo Xiaoxiao and looked at her with pleading eyes. He thought that if she ate the fish, she would get hungry.

He touched his stomach and slowly picked up the fish.

That night, she curled up into a ball, the fishy smell in her mouth made her feel very uncomfortable. Adding the cold, her body was extremely exhausted, her eyes were tightly shut for a long time, but she still couldn't sleep, until a warm body approached and carefully hugged her into his embrace. The long fur on his body wrapped around her, it was warm.

His dark eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. He kept looking at her peaceful and beautiful face, wanting to lower his head and kiss her several times. He wanted to smell the warmth of her body, but he held himself back each time, afraid that he would wake her up.

When the first ray of sunlight fell into the cave entrance, Mo Xiaoxiao's body moved. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she immediately felt that something was wrong.

This man turned out to be Xiao Meng Han. His face was abnormally red and her torn shirt was hanging on his body. The blade marks were all over his body.