Subconsciously aware of the crisis. When the wild wolves were about to flee, the silver wolf's eyes suddenly appeared fierce, opened its big mouth, and first bite the head of the wild wolf under its eyes.
"Not their companion?"
Seeing here, Dongfang Han and Zhuo Lin were shocked. At the same time, a unilateral massacre had begun.
The silver wolf came all the way to kill, and Dongfang Han trembled at the moment when his eyes were in contact with it. There is only one thought-they will be crushed alive like those wild wolves if they don't leave here!
"Zhuolin, hurry up..." Before Dongfang Han turned around and took Zhuolin's hand, her head suddenly became dizzy and confused.
Damn it, at this moment... she could no longer hold her back before she lost consciousness and fell down, she heard Zhuo Lin's cry, "Dongfang Han...!"
Zhuo Lin climbed up hard, and after the silver wolf walked in front of them, he hugged the girl in his arms tightly, panting and raising his head, staring at the monster in front of him without fear of any danger, and said fiercely: " If you dare to hurt her, I will peel your skin and tear your flesh...!"
"Huh! The dying struggling guy's mouth is quite hard." A voice that was colder than the ice sounded from the ice and snow.
Human voice? ! Zhuo Lin was startled, before he could not wait for him to look up behind Silver Wolf, a giant palm slapped him heavily.
"Yin, don't hurt them." The voice came again, stopping the silver wolf from approaching.
"Step on! Step on!" The man stepped on his boots and slowly walked out from behind it. He lowered his head and glanced at the two men lying on the ground, and paid more attention to the dark-haired girl.
There was a calm look, but there was obvious stunner in the cold black eyes. After regaining his usual indifference, he spoke to the silver wolf beside him without a trace of emotion: "Yin, take them back."
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"Guru Guru..."
The boiled water boils in the pot, this is in a wooden house. There are many specimens of animal heads hanging around, besides, the most common utensils can be seen everywhere in the room.
"Squeak-bang!" The opened door was closed, and a person walked in from outside, while Zhuo Lin slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes while lying on the wooden bed.
"Wake up?" The familiar voice suddenly made him sit up and looked up at the front warily.
I saw the person speaking take off his heavy fur coat, shook the snow on his clothes, hung it behind the door, turned around and walked up.
Gradually, Zhuo Lin could see his face clearly. The man was in his thirties. His short black hair was as sharp as being shackled by a knife, his angular face was extremely handsome, and he had a pair of black eyes. Indifferent and indifferent light.
The man looked at the boy on the bed without a trace of emotion, and said coldly: "Don't be so wary of me. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it before."
"Who are you... And—Dongfang Han! Where's the girl with me!?" Thinking of that girl, Zhuo Lin quickly got out of bed but forgot that his feet hadn't been cured at all. One accidentally, he got out of bed. Roll to the ground.
"Dongfang Han? You are talking about Dongfang Yue. In the room inside, he is not dead." The man said, looking down at the struggling young man on the ground, with an obvious mockery in his eyes. A man who can't stand up, how could Dongfang Yue bring you such a trash to see me."