The little wolf was hit on the head, and he lingered, still refusing to leave, his green eyes shining with sadness.

Seeing that it still refused to go, Bao'er became cruel, picked up a big rock and threw it hard: "It's very dangerous here, go to the deep mountain quickly, don't step into the trap set by the hunter again.

You must learn to protect yourself, and run away quickly when you encounter a beast that you cannot beat. "

The little wolf seemed to understand something, avoided the stone, stood where he was, and looked at Bao'er in a daze.

Seeing this, Bao'er turned around and ran back.

The little wolf raised his feet and chased after him for a short distance. Seeing that Bao'er hit him with a branch or a stone, he finally understood what Bao'er meant. He stopped silently and watched Bao'er's figure disappear. In the darkness.

The little wolf raised his head, looked at the full moon in the sky, let out a long cry, turned around and ran away into the depths of the forest.

The vigorous figure has a bit of the heroic posture of the little wolf king.



Bao'er ran back at a gallop, thinking silently: "This gun must have been fired by the lady, and it must not have been fired by those bandits. Haven't the bullets run out? Where did these two gunshots come from?"

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, the soles of her feet were like the wind, and she ran very fast.

He didn't even know that his shoes and socks were gone, as if those feet that were bleeding from the sharp stones and adobe were not his own at all.

"Miss." When Bao'er arrived, she found that Chu Yunyao had fallen into a pool of blood, unconscious.

Xiaobai was caught by those people with Skynet, one after another corpses fell to the ground, and the few survivors were all bruised.

Seeing Bao'er running over, like a frightened bird, they grabbed the weapons at hand and aimed at Bao'er one after another, not daring to go forward.

Bao'er didn't seem to see the danger, so she hugged Chu Yunyao from the ground recklessly, looked at the two holes pierced by bullets on Chu Yunyao's body where blood was bubbling, and burst into tears.

"Miss, miss, don't die, what will I do if you die?" Bao'er caressed Chu Yunyao's face, and saw that her eyes were tightly closed, and hot tears dripped down her face.

"I'll fight with you." Bao'er grabbed the sharp knife on the ground, aimed at the nearest man and stabbed it through his stomach.

Seeing this, the other men swung their sticks at Bao'er's head and smashed it.

"Bang bang bang" several gunshots sounded.

Bao'er, who thought she was doomed to die, looked up, and saw a black figure riding on horseback, galloping like lightning from the mist, and landed beside Chu Yunyao in the blink of an eye.

Mo Lingyuan was dressed in military attire, with a bloody storm surging between his brows and eyes, he half-kneeled on the ground, picked up Chu Yunyao, hugged her, and stretched out his hand to feel her breath.

Mu Qing chased after him, and the torch in his hand illuminated the valley.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, the blood on the ground flowed into a river, and the bright red blood gathered into a stream and flowed into the deep pit.

Blood flooded over the body of the dead horse.

The only ones who are still alive seem to be Bao'er covered in blood, and Mink struggling in the net bag, covered in blood.

Even though Mu Qing had experienced many battles and had seen many Shura fields, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scene before him.

What the hell happened?

How long did it take for so many cruel and bloody battles before so many people died?

Who is it that will send hundreds of people to strangle the young lady?

Mu Qing's fingers holding the torch trembled slightly, and leaned over to help Bao'er who fell on the ground, "Miss Bao'er, what happened? How did this happen?"