Young Marshal Mu, This Is My Battlefield！

Tightening the rope with both hands, Yun Xi shimmied down the trunk at a right angle, pulling on the rope slowly while descending the tree.

"Young Marshal Mu, this is my battlefield!"

No one could walk her path but her.

The weight of her body pulled the rope tight. It caused Mu Feichi, who had been about to break free, to be tied tightly to the trunk once again.

Before her feet touched the ground, Yun Xi got into a standing position with the rope in one hand.

When she landed she moved closer to the wolves, and when she was about ten yards away, she quickly turned and fired the gun several times. Bullets flew through the air, leaving a powerful smell of gunpowder.

The success rate of close-range shooting was high, although the risk was also great. A wolf could have torn her to pieces with a single jump.