Weiwei took his hand and came to Xiahou Huan'er and said excitedly: "Brother, it was this sister who saved me."
What a heroic and charming wolf beast. It was completely different from the half-beasts she had seen before.
"Thank you for saving my brother. I am Dixia, the leader of the wolf tribe. If you need help from the wolf tribe in the future, just come to me." Dixia took out a token and handed it to her, "This is
The holder of our wolf clan’s token is the distinguished guest of our wolf clan.”
"You're welcome, it's just a piece of cake. My name is Xiahou Huan'er." She said this, but her hand took the token very rudely, with a philistine smile. She made a profit this time, she actually saved the wolf unintentionally.
The younger brother of the leader of the beast tribe is a blessing in disguise.
Next to her stood the Corpse King, his sharp eyes half-closed, squinting at her, his sinister face expressionless, no one could guess what he was thinking.
Dixia looked him over for a few times, and was shocked by the majestic and domineering nature that he exuded. With just one glance, she knew that the other person had a lot of background.
He picked up Weiwei, looked at Xiahou Huan'er gratefully, and said goodbye: "There are still some things in my clan that I have to rush back to deal with. I hope we can meet again by fate."
"We will definitely meet again by chance. Goodbye Weiwei!" Xiahou Huan'er waved.
Xiahou Huan'er snorted, put a hand on Dongfang Xing's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Uncle Ice Cube, this title is so damn appropriate for you."
"Let's go." He completely respected the image of Uncle Ice Cube, with a cold expression and a cold tone.
After the pair of wolf brothers walked away, Xiahou Huan'er put away the token and had time to care about the wounds on the soles of her feet. She said with a bitter face: "Ouch, my feet hurt."
She stood and looked at him pitifully, stretching out her hands as if waiting for him to carry her.
Who knew that Mr. Xing stood with his hands folded and coldly uttered two ruthless words: "You deserve it."
Deserve it?
Thunder rolled from the sky and struck her on the head.
Damn it, how did she deserve this?
She narrowly escaped death, but he didn't even say a word of comfort, and now he's talking like it's her fault.
Feeling aggrieved, blocked, and short of breath.
Xiahou Huan'er flattened her little mouth, the cold wind whistled, and she continued to lament: "If I didn't come to the hospital, the hospital wouldn't have caught fire, and the iron beetles wouldn't have attacked here. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come to the hospital.
The person who brought me to the hospital should be punished with a higher level of crime. He should be dragged out for target practice and shot. He should be cut into pieces with thousands of knives, his body should be cut into thousands of pieces, and his bones should be smashed and thrown into ashes..."
Mr. Xing's hard-lined lips twitched.
"My poor little feet are covered with wounds and cracks. Blood is flowing all over the cracks in my shoes. I feel so heartbroken and no one is hurting me. No one is hurting me..."
Damn, she was so aggrieved that she made a big show of it.
However, his cold eyes couldn't help but look at her shoes, and sure enough, he found that blood was oozing from the small seams of the shoes.
My heart couldn't help but beat hard.
The movement was much faster than the command of the brain. The strong arms had picked her up, found a clean place for her to sit, knelt on one knee in front of her, held up her feet with one hand, and took off her shoes.
I saw that the white socks were soaked with red blood.
No wonder she screamed so hard, she was really hurt.
