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The red dots──these are the unique red eyes of the Ice and Snow Demon Wolf...

Escape

For the first time Harry felt like a useless piece of shit...

He has run away with Huntsman's body on his back for an unknown distance, but he still feels the sound of wolves howling behind him. Harry's chest is already in pain, as if he can't breathe air, but he can't stop !Even if the person on his back seems to weigh a thousand catties, he can't stop, because if he stops, he will die here...

It's just running with a load... I actually feel like my chest is about to explode... Obviously I didn't drink and smoke with those punks... Why did my physique become so bad...

Damn...damn...damn...

The sockets of Harry's eyes were a little hot...but he stubbornly didn't let the tears fall from his eyes. He felt that his shoulders were already soaked, and the hot stuff slid down his shoulders, and dripped down his fur coat to the ground , bright red—that's Huntsman's blood.

Damn, are these smells turning into guideposts?

But there was no other way now... Harry had only one thought left in his head: run!live!

He couldn't forget that when he was besieged by a group of ice and snow demon wolves just now, if Huntsman threw his ax and just hit the demon wolf that was rushing towards the back of his neck, Huntsman would not be besieged because he had no weapons. Harry stared blankly. Seeing that one jumped onto Huntsman's arm, it bit off a piece of flesh! !

Just when Harry thought he was going to die here, Huntsman took out a bag of things from his arms and scattered them on the ground. The pack of wolves sniffed this thing as if they saw a natural enemy, and backed away one by one. Taking advantage of this gap, Harry rushed over to resist the semi-conscious TheHuntsman before running out with his life.

If he hadn't pierced that lone wolf's belly...if he could have listened to him more...

Shit! !Now is not the time to think about these things! !

"Run south..." Suddenly a faint voice rang in Harry's ear.

"Are you okay!!!" Harry's voice was a little hoarse with excitement.

"Going south..." He limply lay on Harry's shoulder, barely opening his eyes to guide Harry.

Harry didn't speak anymore, just ran with all his strength in the direction he indicated for him.

"Go in here..." He coughed out a mouthful of blood, and pointed to a gap deep in the bushes.

"Okay!" Harry ran into the gap with the last bit of strength, and then Harry saw a lonely log cabin.

"Where's the key! The key!!" Harry knew instantly that this was TheHuntsman's hut, he put TheHuntsman on the ground, and fumbled anxiously on him: "Hurry up, or those beasts will catch up in a while! "

He breathed weakly and waved his hands: "It's okay..."

"It doesn't matter, it's already here!! The pack of wolves is about to catch up!!" After speaking, Harry turned his head to see the dense red dots getting closer, but when he approached the wooden house, the pack of ferocious wolves The group seemed to smell something, and each of them seemed to be frightened. They lowered their ears and whimpered and scratched the soil with their claws, just like the reaction to smelling what Huntsman dropped just now.

"The bag in my arms..." He gasped and whispered.

"Oh... good!" Harry took out his small pocket, found a key from it, opened the door, put him on the bed, went back to lock the door and was still by the door Arrived at a table.

"...the second drawer on the left..." He lay on the bed and watched Harry running around for him, feeling that the wound didn't hurt so much anymore.

"Oh!!" Harry responded obediently, and hurriedly ran to search his drawer, and took out a small transparent bottle, which contained a strange silver-white liquid.

"Sprinkle it on my wound..." He stretched out his bloody arm, and the wound opened his teeth and claws to turn over the fresh flesh. The blood was almost bleeding, so it looked like his arm was as white as transparent.

Harry carefully unscrewed the bottle stopper and poured the liquid onto his arm. In an instant, the silver-white liquid melted into his arm, and the torn flesh began to heal at an astonishing speed.

"...Wow, what is this!" Harry was taken aback.

"Unicorn's blood." He tensed his nerves and looked at the healing wound. This was the precious blood he got from an injured unicorn by chance. He had heard about it a long time ago. The blood of unicorns can bring the dead back to life, but I have never had the chance to use it, and this time I finally used it...

"There really are such animals in the world..." Harry looked at the bottle in his hand, carefully put the stopper on, and put it back safely in the cupboard.

"Don't worry, the ice and snow demon wolf will leave in a while, they dare not approach here..." After the wound healed, he felt much better, he breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly lay down on the bed.

"What is that thing you sprinkled..." Harry very conscientiously looked around for a tattered towel, twisted it in the basin twice, and handed it to him.

"It's the dung of a dragon. Animals are territorial. When they smell the scent of an animal stronger than themselves, they will not dare to approach." He took the towel and wiped the blood on his face, and closed his eyes tiredly: "I've lost a lot of blood, take a break for a while...you can do whatever you want."

Harry pursed his lips, looked at Huntsman who had closed his eyes and had no blood on his face, a sense of guilt suddenly rose from the depths of his heart, he stood there for a while, and the overload of long-distance running with heavy weight finally returned to him On his body, Harry also began to feel that his whole body was terribly heavy. He glanced at Huntsman, sat casually beside Huntsman, and said in a very, very small voice: "Sorry..."

"En..." He heard it, and a warm smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Why aren't you asleep yet!?" Harry jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, blushing.

"I fell asleep right away..."

"you liar!!!"

Harry was awakened by bursts of hunger. Before he woke up, he was dreaming that he was eating happily at the palace table. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the dilapidated roof. where.

It seems that he hasn't eaten much since last night... Harry licked his lips, trying to stand up and find some water to drink.

Shit!

Yesterday, I just sat on the ground and slept all night!His back hurts like hell... Harry cursed, and stood up tremblingly while supporting his sore waist. Yesterday's overload exercise had a great impact on his body, and even now his legs still seemed to be filled with lead. Same……

Turning his head to look at Huntsman who was sleeping leisurely on the bed, Harry gritted his teeth angrily, what are you doing!He is a guest!Shouldn't he be sleeping on the bed by himself! ?But since he was injured trying to save himself, I don't care about him... Eh?Why did he still frown when he was sleeping, and his face was so red, shouldn't he be having a nightmare?

Harry reached out and touched Huntsman's face, it was hot!

Oops, I have a fever! ?

Huntsman's sleep was extremely restless, and he would twitch from time to time. Harry was so frightened that he hurriedly took the towel beside the bed, soaked it in water, and then covered his head.

"Hey, are you okay!? You have a fever! It must be because of the inflammation of the wound!" Harry hurriedly tore off Huntsman's clothes, and sure enough, he saw several claw marks and blood stains on Huntsman's chest, why didn't he connect these few marks yesterday? Even scratches are healed! ? Harry hurriedly dug out the half bottle of unicorn blood, poured it all on Huntsman's chest, and pried Huntsman's mouth open to give him a few gulps.

"I hope this unicorn's blood isn't poisonous... But anyway, if you're like this, I can only be treated like a dead horse..." Harry looked at the slowly healing wound, and the face of the person on the bed seemed to be better.

Harry got up and looked around in this small room, but there wasn't even a bite to eat!

Poor man!

It seems that I can only rely on my own efforts! Harry looked at the weapons in the corner of the room, picked up his sword decisively, and pushed open the door resolutely.

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When he opened his eyes, he felt sour in his mouth, and clicked his tongue a few times. What a strange taste it was... But he felt much refreshed.

He had a little fever since midnight last night, but it wasn't a serious illness, and it passed after he endured it. He always knew his body well, and this kind of minor illness basically couldn't hurt him at all.

Then he sat up and looked at his clothes. His chest was exposed from the unbuttoned buttons. The marks of being scratched by the ice and snow demon wolf yesterday were completely gone. He felt bad in an instant. He looked up, The empty transparent bottle on the table gave him a bang in the head──