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He waved his sword and drove away the approaching wolf, totally ignoring the pain in his body. Every time he moved, he would leave a bright red footprint on the sand, which was stained with his blood.

Wang Zhaojun was stunned when she heard Qian Mingduo call her that. This was the first time Qian Mingduo called her that, and her heart was instantly touched.

She had never thought that someone would call her so intimately, and she had never thought that this person would be Qian Mingduo. A complex emotion surged in her heart, both surprise and touching.

More wolves gradually approached them. "Fire!" Qian Mingduo suddenly said loudly: "Zhaojun, I have a lighter in my boots, take it out quickly, wolves are afraid of fire."

"Let me do it." Qian Mingduo seized an opportunity, quickly took out the Zippo, lit it and handed it to Wang Zhaojun. Although there was only a small ball of fire, the wolves' fear of fire made them slowly retreat.

"My dear, don't let the fire go out." Qian Mingduo said as he used his sword to repel a wolf that tried to rush over. He saw that the wolves were all gathered in front of him, which made him less worried. At least he didn't have to worry about Wang Zhaojun's safety for the time being.

Qian Mingduo's eyes gradually became ferocious and resolute. He knew that he was wounded in many places and there was no intact place on his body. Every breath brought severe pain.

But he told himself that he must not retreat, he must persevere, because he knew that if he did not kill all the wolves before he fell, he and Wang Zhaojun would become the wolves' dinner.

"Your Zijian is going to kill the wolf!" Qian Mingduo shouted loudly, his voice full of determination and courage. This was not only a declaration of war against the enemy, but also a promise to Wang Zhaojun - he would protect her no matter what.

As if conveying a kind of determination and strength to Wang Zhaojun, he wanted to let her know that they would definitely get through this difficult time, no matter what difficulties and dangers they faced.

As he shouted this, Qian Mingduo's momentum instantly reached its peak. He tightly grasped the sword in his hand, as if he had merged with it. The sword flashed with cold light, emitting a chilling murderous aura.

His eyes were as firm as iron, full of desire for victory. He moved forward step by step, his steps steady and powerful. Each step was full of resolute determination, as if telling the wolves: I will not retreat, come on! His figure appeared tall and majestic in the moonlight, like the arrival of the god of war.

The bloody smell on Qian Mingduo's body became stronger and stronger, which made the wolves more and more excited. The hungry wolves had red eyes and let out low roars, eager to pounce on him.

Suddenly, a huge wolf flashed to Qian Mingduo's side. It was agile and moved quickly, like lightning.

Just as Qian Mingduo killed another wolf and had not yet drawn his sword, the giant wolf seized the opportunity. It leaped up with its powerful hind legs and threw Qian Mingduo to the ground with great force.

Qian Mingduo was caught off guard by the sudden attack, but he reacted immediately and tried to struggle to get up. However, the wolf held him tightly, making it difficult for him to move.

The wolf's long fangs flashed with cold light, and it opened its bloody mouth and fiercely bit Qian Mingduo's shoulder. The sharp teeth pierced the skin, and blood gushed out instantly. Qian Mingduo groaned in pain, but he did not give up resistance.

He used all his strength to hold the wolf's chin tightly with his left hand, while holding the sword tightly with his right hand, ready to look for an opportunity to counterattack.

But the wolf was very strong and kept biting his shoulder, causing him unbearable pain. At this time, other wolves also gathered around, with greed flashing in their eyes. They seemed to see the dawn of victory and began to pounce on Qian Mingduo frantically, wanting to get a piece of the pie.

Qian Mingduo is in an extremely dangerous situation. He must find a way to escape as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous...

At this critical moment, Wang Zhaojun rushed over and smashed the wolf's head with the scabbard in her hand. The wolf, unable to bear the pain, screamed and turned away. Wang Zhaojun helped Qian Mingduo up, and the two of them stood back to back against the wolf pack.

"Baby," Qian Mingduo said weakly, "These wolves are too shameless. They won't stop."

"It seems they want to eat us," Wang Zhaojun said breathlessly.

"I feel like my blood is almost gone..." Qian Mingduo's body swayed from side to side. He tried hard to keep his balance, but his legs were as soft as noodles and could not support his body.

The world in front of his eyes began to become blurred, as if shrouded by a layer of hazy fog. He felt a huge sense of fatigue surge into his heart, as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on him.

His breathing became rapid and difficult, and every breath seemed to use up all his strength. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, becoming weaker and weaker, as if it would stop at any time.

His lips became pale and cracked, and his eyes lost their former luster. He tried to cover the wound with his hands, but blood continued to seep from between his fingers.

He knew that his life was slipping away, his strength and consciousness slowly fading away.

"Zijian, you can't fall down." Wang Zhaojun cried loudly. "Your Zhaojun needs you, you can't fall down."

"I...I won't fall down." Qian Mingduo used up his last bit of strength and said with difficulty: "I...I haven't...eaten your...your pig's trotter yet."

"Do you know that I fell in love with you from the first time I saw you?" Wang Zhaojun said loudly, "Zijian, hold on, you must hold on."

"Me too...when I saw you...I just...liked...liked...you..."

At the moment when Qian Mingduo lost consciousness, he seemed to hear the wolf king's roar and saw the retreating wolves...

Wang Zhaojun had been taking care of Qian Mingduo for two days and two nights without closing her eyes. At this moment, her skin, which was once as white as cream, had lost its former luster and looked a little pale and tired. Although her hair was disheveled, her beauty could not be concealed.

Her eyes were bloodshot, but still revealed determination and tenderness. Her hair was scattered on her shoulders in a mess, and her clothes were wrinkled, but all of this could not hide her natural beauty and noble temperament. Her posture was still upright, like a peerless flower blooming in adversity. Although she had experienced the ravages of wind and rain, she still exuded a charming charm that made people fall in love with her.

On that night two days ago, just when Qian Ming had lost consciousness for a long time and they were about to become the wolf pack's dinner, the captain and his soldiers arrived, killed the wolves and rescued them.

When the doctor stripped Qian Mingduo of his torn clothes, Wang Zhaojun stayed by his side. She shooed away several attendants who tried to persuade her to leave. She was reluctant to leave Qian Mingduo even for a moment.