A sudden howl echoed from afar.
Su Huan instinctively turned to look at Yu Yue, only to see the woman holding a sniper rifle, her eyelids drooping, eyes narrowing into slits, with emotions in her eyes identical to Yu Jing's.
The resemblance between the mother and daughter, already seventy percent similar, at this moment was so profound that he could not tell them apart.
Feeling Su Huan's gaze, Yu Yue put down the gun, the slightly lifted corners of her eyes relaxed, returning to her obedient demeanor.
She pointed to the left front at a wolf corpse lying on the ground, her voice directly reaching his ear, "That one isn't dead."
Su Huan nodded slightly, calmly said, "Not bad."
He turned and gave Liang Kuan a glance.
The latter understood immediately, carrying a metal shield as he walked towards the left front.
The supposedly dead common terror wolf lying in a pool of blood burst up violently.
"Roar—"
