He had saved her several times already.
Her heart was full and sweet, "You..."
"Hiss," Huangfu Jianchen winced in pain.
It was only then that Ruo Ling noticed he was injured. Just now, when he had thrown himself over, his right arm had been bitten by the sharp fangs of a wolf; the wound was deep, and blood flowed freely.
"You're hurt!" She quickly pressed down on his bleeding wound.
With a loud "bang," Huai Fu Yueming pulled out a gun and killed a wolf that was pouncing toward Huangfu Jianchen and Ruo Ling. He looked at the two of them, frowning, "Is now really the time for love and affection?"
Huangfu Jianchen got up and stretched out his large hand to pull Ruo Ling up.
Mi Yao was firmly held in Huai Fu Yueming's arms, but this restricted him severely, and as the number of wolves increased, he gradually found it difficult to keep up.
