His arms were scratched, his legs were torn, and blood kept pouring out. Ling Luo's consciousness was a little blurred.
Is she... going to die today?
Suddenly, there was a heavy blow from Feng Lang behind her, and her body was hit by a big tree trunk and she slipped down.
Ling Luo felt a heartbreaking pain in her back, her throat felt fishy and sweet, and she vomited out blood.
Her consciousness became increasingly blurred, and in her hazy vision, Ling Luo saw the ferocious alpha wolf walking toward her step by step, raising its paws.
Is it... going to end?
"Roar, hoo, hoo -" Suddenly, a tiger roar came from the mountain forest, and the earth shook.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Luo felt the chaos of the wolves, tigers roaring and wolves howling, accompanied by miserable cries of pain.
The expected wolf claws did not fall. Ling Luo held on to the tree trunk and slowly straightened up. After calming down, he discovered that a three to four feet long black-eyed tiger with blood-stained fangs was attacking the wolves crazily.
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Besides the wolves, there was another person, wearing completely black clothes, with a bright yellow jade belt tied around his waist. His face was like a thousand-year-old glacier, without any trace of warmth.
He held a pitch-black crossbow in his hand, firing pitch-black arrows. The wind was blowing, sand and rocks were flying, and clouds filled the sky.
Chen Moxu?
Why is he in the Demon Cloud Forest?!
One arrow kills a wind wolf, and one arrow kills. Ling Luo was secretly shocked, marveling at Chen Moxu's strength, and even more amazed at Xuanyuan Yu's bravery when he caught the dark arrow with his bare hands.
After a cup of tea, the black-eyed tiger, which was four feet long and two people tall, completely tore the wolf's throat to pieces and smashed its head.
The leader was killed, and the remaining twenty-odd wind wolves immediately screamed and scattered in all directions, fleeing one after another.
Chen Moxu put away the pitch-black arrow, walked steadily, walked in front of Ling Luo, bent down, stretched out a hand, and raised her blood-stained chin. There was no trace of warmth in his voice: "Like a broken
Rag doll, so miserable."
Ling Luo sneered, slapped the hand away, and struggled to get up.
Chen Moxu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his big hand and pressed it on Ling Luo's shoulder, exerting slight force.
There was an injury on Ling Luo's shoulder. She was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat. Her legs softened and she fell to the ground again.
She raised her head angrily and met a pair of teasing eyes like black holes.
Did he do it on purpose?
Ling Luo was furious, this hateful man!
Seeing her stubborn and angry eyes, Chen Moxu was in a good mood. He stretched out a finger and pressed Ling Luo's forehead again. This time, he directly pushed the seriously injured woman down.
"Asshole! Chen Moxu, you pervert!" Ling Luo raised his blood-stained gray face, his pupils full of anger.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince raised his eyebrows, raised an invisible arc at the corners of his lips, and said: "Little dirty cat, why did you appear in the Magic Cloud Forest?"
Ling Luo bared his teeth like a little animal and said, "I should be the one to ask this question. His Highness the Crown Prince is so excited that he came to the Demon Cloud Forest to torment me!"
Chen Moxu disagreed and said indifferently: "I saved you. Didn't your mother teach you to repay kindness?"
If he really wanted to save her, he wouldn't toy with her like this.
"Save me?" Ling Luo sneered, "My mother only told me not to be bullied by others, and to retaliate tooth for tooth and hand for retaliate."