"They've escaped! Hurry up and go after them!" Meng Che's underlings were all chasing after them.
Tang Mo'er turned to look at An'an, her lustrous eyes were filled with determination. "An'an, don't be afraid, don't turn around. We have to get out of here! Run!"
An'an held onto Tang Mo'er's hand. "Little sister-in-law, I'm not afraid."
"Mm!"
"Argh!" They could hear some yells from behind.
"Wolf, it's a wolf! There's a wolf!" The underlings were all screaming.
Tang Mo'er and An'an stopped running, they turned back to check and all they saw were pairs and pairs of luminous eyes in the darkness. A pack of wolves had come.
They were mistaken, it wasn't just one wolf, but a pack of wolves.
The wolves had rushed over and within seconds, the underlings were all defeated. There was a bloody scent in the air.
Tang Mo'er wasn't feeling well at all, in fact, she was feeling nauseous.
