His thin bangs covered his scarlet eyes. He didn't even blink when he drew the sword, like a ruthless, cold-blooded but powerful warrior.
He Bing raised her little head in his strong arms, and not a drop of blood was splashed on her body.
"Xiao Cheng, why are you so hot?" Her hands fell on his strong muscles, and she found that his body temperature was abnormal.
He was like a fireball, and her soft fingertips were burned.
Ye Ming held her soft, boneless little hand and moved her little hand away from his body. This time, drug addiction caused him to have a high fever. He said hoarsely, "I'm fine."
How could it be okay? He was so hot!
Ye Ming turned over and looked at the wolves that were staring at him with his blood-red eyes. Perhaps he realized how scary this man was, so those wolves did not dare to pounce on him rashly.
Ye Ming rolled up the sleeves of his blood-stained black shirt, and then wiped the blood stains on his handsome face with his hands. He stared at the wolves, his dark eyes exuding a cold and bloodthirsty light.
He slowly stretched out his slender index finger and gave the wolves a contemptuous hook.
Ouch.
Several wolves were successfully angered.
There are several wolves per person, and the tense atmosphere of the confrontation makes people's hearts beat faster.
"Xiao Cheng." He Bing grabbed his shirt uneasily. He had a high fever and was feeling unwell. It was very dangerous to fight these wolves alone.
Ye Ming stretched out his rough big hand to hold her soft little hand, "Just stay here and don't distract me, okay?"
In this crisis, all He Bing could do was obey. She nodded, "Yes."
At this time, several wolves rushed up together, and Ye Ming stood up and quickly faced them.
The wolves were fast, and Ye Ming was even faster. With the knife in his hand, he immediately chopped down two wolves. At this time, a wolf pounced on him, and bit his abdomen with its sharp fangs.
"Xiao Cheng!" He Bing's eyes narrowed.
The wolf's fangs had pierced Ye Ming's abdomen. Ye Ming grabbed one of the fangs with a big palm and broke it off hard.
Ouch, a wolf screamed, and Ye Ming pulled out the fang from the wolf's mouth.
He raised the knife in his hand and inserted the sharp knife into the wolf's head.
Blood.
Blood all over the ground.
There was only one wolf left among the besieging wolves. The wolf looked at Ye Ming, and Ye Ming also stared at it with scarlet eyes.
The man was full of blood, and his ferocious and bloodthirsty appearance was covered with an aura of hostility.
The wolf turned and ran away.
Soon, the other wolves watching the battle also ran away and quickly disappeared into the dark mountains.
He killed several wolves, and his bloodthirsty and violent aura scared away the other wolves.
He is more ruthless than a wolf.
The wolf left, the crisis was over, and with a plop, Ye Ming knelt on one knee on the ground.
The bangs on his forehead were already soaked, and tiny drops of water dripped down the ends of his hair. One big palm was propped on his thigh, and the other big palm was holding a knife on the ground. He was strong.
Shuo's chest kept breathing, once and for all.
He Bing had seen him take action, and this time his action was faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more spicy than before. This was the real him, hiding deep and deadly danger.
Not only the wolf, but also she was no match for him. Her heart had already been lost to him and she could not take it back.