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"That's the Wolf King," Qian Mingduo pointed to the lonely figure on the sand dune, "This group of evil wolves are waiting for the Wolf King's order."

I have a sword in my hand that can cut through iron like mud, so no matter how many wolves there are, I am not afraid of them. But there is a delicate and weak woman beside me... Qian Mingduo looked at Wang Zhaojun and found that she was also looking at him. The two smiled at each other.

"My general and I will kill the wolf together." Wang Zhaojun's eyes suddenly became free of fear, and she said firmly: "Zhaojun is not afraid!"

"You should say that you and your Zijian killed wolves together." Qian Mingduo couldn't help but kissed Wang Zhaojun on the forehead. "Really?"

"Yes," Wang Zhaojun's resolute face flushed, "My Zijian and I will kill the wolf together!"

"Ao..." At this moment, the wolf king raised his head and howled. The sound was like a whimper and a roar, low and powerful, echoing in the Gobi Desert, shaking people's hearts.

The wolves stopped approaching after hearing the wolf king's cry and all crawled on the ground. Qian Mingduo knew that this was the wolf king's final preparation before commanding the wolf pack to attack. When the wolf king roared again, it was time for the wolf pack to launch an attack.

Looking at Wang Zhaojun under the moon, she was as beautiful as a fairy. Qian Mingduo looked at her with a smile, which contained infinite love, passion and desire.

Qian Mingduo looked at the lonely wolf king again, and he loosened his grip on Wang Zhaojun's hand. Then he looked at her with a smile and slowly stepped back a few steps.

As Wang Zhaojun looked at him in surprise, Qian Mingduo danced with his sword gracefully, and then slowly slashed his naked, broad chest from top to bottom with the sword tip, and a long mark of blood quickly oozed out.

"Zijian, what are you doing?" Wang Zhaojun exclaimed.

"Wolves are the most bloodthirsty animals. They are extremely sensitive to the smell of blood," Qian Mingduo said calmly, "It is said that wolves can smell the smell of blood from more than ten miles away."

"You cut your chest just to attract all the wolves to you?" Wang Zhaojun said with a sob. She pounced on Qian Mingduo and tried to wipe his wound despite his attempts to stop her.

But Qian Mingduo stepped back, stretched out his hand to stop her from getting close to him, and said loudly: "Zhaojun, you don't want my blood to be shed in vain? If I attract the wolves to me, you may escape!"

He pointed his sword around and said, "There are so many wolves ready to attack us. How much hope do you think we have of survival? Rather than two people dying, it is better to sacrifice me and attract the wolves to give you a chance to escape."

"I don't want you to die for me!" Wang Zhaojun burst into tears. "If I have to die, I'll die with you."

The smell of blood stimulated the surrounding wolves, and they were eager to try, eagerly waiting for the wolf king to issue the order to attack. "Ah..." The wolf king let out a low roar, and the wolves stood up and quickly approached Qian Mingduo in a zigzag shape.

"Zhaojun" Qian Mingduo clenched the sword in his hand, "Stay away from me." "No" Wang Zhaojun said loudly, "I want to be with you."

Qian Mingduo didn't say anything. His gaze shifted to the wolf king not far away. He gradually widened his eyes and stared at the wolf king with extremely ferocious eyes.

"Ah..." Qian Mingduo roared, holding the sword tightly in both hands, and ran towards the wolf king. His idea was simple: "Catch the leader first."

The wolves followed the bloody smell on Qian Mingduo's body and followed him closely. Wang Zhaojun was no longer threatened. She hadn't reacted yet and stared blankly at the running Qian Mingduo.

A strong wolf leaped into the air, and the moonlight stretched the wolf's figure very long and large, like a monster falling from the sky. Just when the claws were about to touch Qian Mingduo's back, he decisively turned around and stabbed, and the sword pierced through the wolf's abdomen.

Qian Mingduo stepped on the wolf's body, quickly drew out his sword, and swung it, killing another wolf. The wolves stopped attacking temporarily due to Qian Mingduo's ferocity.

Qian Mingduo took this opportunity to run towards the wolf king again. The wolf king seemed to sense danger, and he roared immediately, and the stagnant wolf pack began to quickly approach Qian Mingduo again.

Soon, several strong wolves approached Qian Mingduo's back. One of them leaped into the air and scratched Qian Mingduo's back with its sharp claws, leaving several bloody marks. "Ah..." Qian Mingduo screamed and stumbled to the ground. He rolled to the side several times. He quickly stood up and confronted the wolves.

"Zijian, Zijian!" Wang Zhaojun suddenly jumped up excitedly. She pointed in the direction of the camp and shouted, "Look, there are torches coming towards us."

Qian Mingduo sensed from the corner of his eye that a few torches were flickering faintly in the distance, and could vaguely hear people shouting.

"Zhaojun" Qian Mingduo shouted loudly: "Run towards the direction of the torch, the faster the better."

The wolf king roared again, and the wolf pack began to change its formation. Several wolves that were besieging Qian Mingduo suddenly turned around and ran towards Wang Zhaojun.

Qian Mingduo saw that Wang Zhaojun was in danger, and he wanted to go over to protect her, but the dozen or so wolves in front of him were staring at him fiercely, blocking his way, and running around him constantly, looking for opportunities to attack.

Seeing the wolves getting closer and closer to Wang Zhaojun, Qian Mingduo didn't have time to think about it. He brandished his sword and rushed into the wolf pack, killing three wolves in a row. His back and thighs were also bitten by the wolves in many places, and the blood had dyed his pants red.

Qian Mingduo, who was blood-thirsty, ran wildly all the way, killing wolves continuously and getting injured constantly. His whole body was like falling into a red dye vat in a dyeing workshop, bright red from head to toe.

Just when a vicious wolf pounced on Wang Zhaojun and was about to bite her throat, Qian Mingduo threw out the sword in his hand, and with a "swish", the sword pierced through the wolf's neck. The tip of the sword was just a few inches away from Wang Zhaojun's eyes. She looked at the bloody tip of the sword in horror.

Suddenly, the tip of the sword disappeared. Qian Mingduo drew out his sword and kicked away the wolf lying on Wang Zhaojun. He held her hand tightly and pulled her up.

Qian Mingduo didn't bother to talk to Wang Zhaojun. He held the sword tightly in both hands, stood in front of Wang Zhaojun, and stared fiercely at the approaching wolves.

"Zijian!" Wang Zhaojun looked at Qian Mingduo's bloody back and felt so distressed that she couldn't breathe. She raised her hand to wipe the blood off him, but was afraid of hurting him, so she could only gently stroke his skin. Tears fell from Wang Zhaojun's eyes like beads that had broken off the string, dripping onto Qian Mingduo's back.

"Baby," Qian Mingduo, who was in the mood for killing, shouted excitedly, with a hint of blood and cruelty in his voice, "Are you okay?"