The five Snow Wolves retreated while incessantly digging the powdered snow on the ground with their mouths and paws.
Jiang Yan furrowed her brows: These wolves, they even know tricks; have they grown new brains?
The snowflakes filled the sky, and their figures gradually faded and disappeared.
"Jiang Yan, are you hurt?"
Ye Qing jumped down from the Snow Wolf corpse, pulled down the scarf covering his mouth and nose, and looked at Jiang Yan.
His body was splattered with many bloodstains, and there were also some on the tactical backpack and Snow Goggles.
The scarf covering his mouth and nose even had two corn-like braids.
Jiang Yan recognized at a glance that it was the one she had given to Song Qian to keep warm in the cave at Xiangyun cliff earlier.
"No, how about you?" Jiang Yan shook her head, glanced at him, and indeed saw that the clothes on his arm were torn open, the exposed skin had some crimson spots, "You—"