"Mengmeng, protect your sister Ling Xi well." Sheng Jingyi looked at Leng Mengmeng, entrusting her once more, then tenderly placed Ling Xi into Leng Mengmeng's arms, and instructed the Wolf King, "Take good care of her. If anything goes wrong, I'll stew you into a soup to nourish Xixi."
With a snort, the Wolf King scoffed disdainfully. Although annoyed and scornful of Sheng Jingyi's threats—and even less fond of being ordered about—he still stepped back without hesitation, watching the front with vigilance.
Its master, even without anyone's instructions, it would protect her with its life!
Sheng Jingyi, this man, was a thorn in the Wolf King's side, but it was helpless; its master had, regrettably, fallen for him and was firmly convinced of his worth.
For that, the Wolf King could only feel resigned.
...
The next moment, the two men in front of them moved at the same time, each strike lethal, fighting desperately, neither willing to let go.
