
She trembled and looked at him in fear with no way to answer.
He stroked her bare shoulders and he gasped, instinctively wanting to hide, but his grip was strong as he grabbed down to grab her waist.
"You're Xingling," he said. "Have given up. ”
He was practically on the verge of insanity as he fought against all odds and kicked him profusely. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain, he suppressed it strongly.
Just as he was about to lose all hope, a leopard quietly appeared in the corner of the room behind Pei Ziheng. It's staring.
That's .. Er Mao!
For the first time in his life, he completely embraced his presence and was overwhelmed.
The small change in his expression could not escape Pei Ziheng's sharp eyes. He seemed to realize something was amiss and turned around, only to see Er Mao pouncing on him. Pei Ziheng ducked to the side and dodged the attack, but his arms and clothes had been scratched by Er Mao's sharp claws, and blood started to flow in his arms.
Er Mao landed on the ground lightly. Without even glancing at Xia Ling, it arched its back slightly and looked at Pei Ziheng.
It did not let out a roar, as if knowing that the man in front of it did not need it. Pei Ziheng also made no sound as he gazed back at the leopard and posed defensively, with no attempt to shrink back or the slightest bit of anxiety.
He remembered Pei Ziheng had mentioned in his last life that heirs like him had to undergo harsh training ever since they were young, and even outnumbered by a few bodyguards during a fight can be arranged for them. But he could not confirm whether Er Mao or he was stronger. After all, Er Mao was a carnivorous beast.
Xia Ling's mind was in confusion.
The man and the leopard standing at the opposite end took several steps counterclockwise, without any other significant movement. Suddenly, when Pei Ziheng crashed into the table behind him, Er Mao took the opportunity and jumped towards him, eyeing his neck.
Pei Ziheng managed to dodge it once more, while it grabbed the sword on the wall.
What seemed to be a wall decoration, in fact, was a sharp and well-polished sword. Even from a few meters away, Xia Ling could clearly sense the threat it posed.
Er Mao went low with her ears pulled back, and with a powerful swing of her tail, it went for her once more.
They shifted positions too quickly so he could not keep up with her. With the mattress and furniture between him and the two of them, he could barely see what was going on. Xia Ling pulled her handcuffs and, while it was still motionless, she became anxious. He was eager to know of this situation, but at this point, he did not know who he was more worried about – Pei Ziheng or Er Mao.
Unexpectedly, he heard the cry of the leopard, sounding like a cross between anger and pain.
Xia Ling was startled and stretched as far as she could to find out what had happened. Behind the mattress, he saw Er Mao on the ground, his shoulder clearly injured as blood dyed his fur.
But it's not backwards. It continues the battle.
He understood that it was here to save him and would not give up as long as he was not saved. Xia Ling was even more confused, but all she could do was pull her handcuffs in the hope that the handcuffs would come off, but everything that greeted her was more painful.
"You'll never be opened this way. "He heard a lazy voice.
Xia Ling stopped what she was doing and looked up, looking at the familiar figure.
“Hai, Xiao Ling. "She smiled at him, her voice slow and lethargic as usual, but managed to calm him down.
Her wrist finally regained her freedom and she tried hard to sit up straight. As she adjusted her posture, her nightgown increasingly slipped off her shoulders and she hurriedly covered her front. There was only a little cloth and too thin – he did not dare to move any further, and instead chose to curl up into a ball.
Li Lei narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly. "Red .. like blood, it doesn't suit you. ”
With that, he scanned the surroundings and casually grabbed the beaded tassel, placing it on top of it. "It's much better . ”
She has grabbed the right amount of fabric – it covers herself well, giving her room to move but not too much excess fabric. With an additional layer on it, he felt safer and gave her a look of gratitude.
He asked her, "Can you walk?"
He nodded and got off the bed, standing up straight.
“Follow me, let's get out of here. ”
Xia Ling did not immediately follow. He looked at the corner where the man and beast were wrestling. The furniture had fallen and shattered while traces of blood lined the floor, it could have been theirs.
She's tense.
Li Lei looked towards the scene. "It's okay, Er Mao can hold it. ”
Pei Ziheng seemed to feel a sense of movement as he turned his head towards them abruptly in the midst of his quarrel, staring intently at Li Lei. His deadly expression accompanied by blood on his clothes made him seem like a terrifying demon.
Xia Ling could not help but shrink back behind Li Lei, avoiding his line of sight.
Li Lei grabbed his hand. "Let's go!"
With his help, he stumbled out the door, the cloth on top of his hook into something on the street and the beads scattered on the ground. The last time he saw that scene, Er Mao pounced on Pei Ziheng once more and he protected himself with a sword, the battle continued.
Li Lei guided her across the long hallway, took a bend, went down one floor, and drove through the dining room and meeting room.
His mind was filled with pictures along the – way of Pei Ziheng's bloody upper body and Er Mao's low growl, flickering on his head alternately. Tracing the corridor, to the park, a commotion can still be heard – damaging furniture, shattering glass, and the lights are dancing and swaying unstable …
He lost his balance once, almost tripped and fell.
Throughout the run, Li Lei never loosened his company, ensuring his grip.
As they approached the exit on the first floor, Xia Ling had a dizzy spell and had difficulty focusing. The next moment he stepped into something and the sharp pain drained his legs, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Li Lei reflexively hugged her and helped her into a corner, dodging stray bullets. "Are you okay?"
He instinctively opened his mouth but could not make a sound.
His expression turned dark. "Your voice?"