"The Dark Race werewolves are not as terrifying as the rumors say, too weak!"
Ye Miao inwardly smiled bitterly. In the hands of this Dark Race werewolf, he was utterly powerless, and from beginning to end, the werewolf never exerted full strength, treating him like a mouse to toy with.
Yet in front of Ye Qingfeng, such a fearsome Dark Race werewolf became so pathetic, even being judged as "too weak" by Ye Qingfeng, it was truly laughable, yet also tear-inducing.
"Indeed, with him around, no matter the dire situation, there's no need to worry!"
Qiu Ying could only sigh silently; just his presence could bring immense comfort. Where could one find such a man?
The mountain below shattered, and amidst the swirling snow, a black claw slowly emerged, bloodied and trembling ceaselessly.
