Seeing Yang Ming sitting on the ground, Xiaoxiao rushed over immediately.
At this moment, after a fierce battle with the wild wolf, Yang Ming was utterly exhausted and couldn't catch his wife, causing him to fall to the ground with her.
Only then did Xiaoxiao realize that Yang Ming was worn out. She quickly got up, "Honey, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," Yang Ming said, wiping his face with his sleeve.
His face was covered in the wolf's blood. He was afraid of scaring his wife, even though it was dark and not very visible, there was still a bit of light that, shining on such a face, would make it even more frightening.
"Wife, let's get out of here quickly. I fear the wolf's dying howl might attract a pack."
This was what Yang Ming was most worried about. The previous wolf was small enough that he could deal with it with all his might.
If more wolves came, he feared he wouldn't be able to handle it because he was truly out of strength.
