Seeing those eyes, Ye Ranran chuckled self-deprecatingly. Her luck was really too good. Not only were her two peach blossoms big and rotten, but they could also help her attract a wolf pack...
Ye Ranran, oh Ye Ranran, you have no chance of living another moment tonight.
However, a few minutes later, those wolves with green light in their eyes didn't pounce. They just stood there, quietly... It was as if they were observing her.
Ye Ranran helplessly held her forehead, leaning her back against the tree trunk, her gaze calmly looking ahead.
If they don't move, I don't move.
At this moment, it felt like she was having a psychological battle with the wolf pack.
Soon, the torches approached, and the pitch-black space instantly became bright.
In the center of the torches stood a man, about forty years old, Asian features, handsome with a touch of the demonic.
The man saw Ye Ranran, somewhat surprised, then took a step over and grabbed her shoulder before she could react.