Mournful Sound

The youth continuously retreated.

At the same time he stepped back, he moved the vine to the side.

Only then did Zhao Shuning notice a mountain of animal corpses behind the young man. All of them were covered in fur, and wounds could be seen on their necks.

Thinking about it, he had relied on these animals to survive for so many years.

How could this possibly be the life of a human? Wild beasts were better off than this. One could live a life of freedom.

"You don't have to be afraid of me."

Previously, this young man must have considered Zhao Shuning to be an animal as well, so he wanted to hunt her down and use her to satisfy his appetite.

When Zhao Shuning's tender and delicate hand touched the youth's back, his expression slightly changed.

Previously, the young man had been on all fours, looking at Zhao Shuning with a grimace, as if he was cautious and alert in the face of his natural enemy.