Li Mu Yang led Qian Du by her small hand, walking at the very front, while two pets—one large and one small—followed closely behind.
Li Mu Yang's expression was cold and fierce, killing intent seething in his eyes. If these people dared to block his path again and again, he wouldn't mind slaughtering his way through once more.
The Wolf King was massive and imposing, its red fur flying in the wind. Soaring through the air, it looked like a blazing flame shaped into a savage beast. With fangs bared and claws brandished, it let out a low growl, looking ferocious enough to devour anyone at any moment.
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Xueqiu waved all four little paws as she circled around Li Mu Yang, constantly making "puff," "puff," "puff" sounds with her mouth. She looked adorable, cute, silly, and utterly innocent.
The tense, oppressive atmosphere Li Mu Yang and the Wolf King had deliberately created was instantly ruined by her.
Before Qian Du could object, Li Mu Yang had already dragged her onward.
Still, the overbearing Li Mu Yang at that moment was quite captivating.
All along, Li Mu Yang had given people the impression of being kind and easygoing, with the simple honesty nurtured in a small town south of the Yangtze and the slyness born of the marketplace.
But Li Mu Yang was ultimately just an ordinary young man from a small town. He had never weathered great winds or storms, nor endured the trials of raging tempests. As for the scheming, life-and-death struggles, and ruthless contests between people, he had never encountered any of them. To him, the greatest injustice had been getting bullied by classmates at school and being cursed as a pig. Even then, Li Sinian—the madly protective sister—would always rush out to avenge her brother.
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