They blinked weakly, blood flowing from their wounds.
Those wounds, she couldn't even dare to look closely at them.
If the massacre was for survival or someone's benefit, it could be excused.
But the nature of torturous killing is completely different.
If one side is being slaughtered, a justification of the law of the jungle could be found.
But cruel torture is never forgivable at any time.
Josh struggled to crawl up, paws just touching the blood as Qianqian came in.
Her pupils narrowed, and the outstretched paw was about to draw something on the ground.
The soft cat beneath suddenly started moving.
Josh was astonished but saw those dying cats each struggling to stand up, shielding her.
A bleeding three-legged cat, dragging its trembling body, stood in front of her, and fiercely bit into Qianqian's arm.
Josh wanted to struggle free, but the cat beside her held her down again.
A weak voice came from the side: "Child, don't be afraid, we'll protect you with our lives..."
