When the eerie green eyes of the wolves began to light up in the ice fissures one by one, Xiao Yu, who was in Shen Qing’s arms, suddenly let out a muffled groan. His eyelashes fluttered violently, and cold sweat mixed with water from the pool dripped from his chin, yet even in his hazy state of consciousness, he still managed to push her further behind the rock wall.
"Don't come over!"
Puyue’s dagger had already sliced her palm, and fresh blood dripped onto the pile of aconite fruit by the pool. "These beasts have been exposed to the warmth of the spring; their sense of smell will be even sharper!"
Chapter 115