Xue Yuantong tilted her head up slightly and saw Jiang Ning's calm gaze. Her heart suddenly settled.
Right, she wasn't alone. Jiang Ning was by her side.
Jiang Ning was so powerful; he could definitely protect her.
Then she wondered, what if Jiang Ning got bitten by the dog?
Maybe they should run away together instead. She was quite fast.
Xue Yuantong's thoughts were tangled.
The people around them watched the scene, but no one dared step in.
The dog's owner, the fat man, was unconcerned as well. At most, his dog would knock the little girl down and gnaw on her a couple of times. It wouldn't actually bite her badly.
Besides, so what if it did bite someone?
In his judgment, at worst he would only have to pay a few hundred yuan for injections. These students were mostly spineless brats who wouldn't dare make a big deal out of it.
The Fat Man let his dog charge forward without the slightest intention of stopping it.
Jiang Ning watched the great wolfhound rushing at them, his eyes cold.
If no one stopped it, Xue Yuantong would definitely be knocked over. It had just rained, and the ground was filthy. She would surely end up covered in mud and rainwater.
Whether now or in the past, he disliked dogs and people like this. Or rather, such people and their dogs were already the same kind of creature, lacking even the basic qualities that made them human.
His hand clenched lightly as a mass of spiritual power surged out and instantly condensed.
The fist formed from spiritual power shot forward, creating a powerful, invisible blast of air.
It struck the charging great wolfhound squarely in the head, like a brick smashing into it head-on.
The wolfhound let out a shrill