"Bastard!"
Feng Ruqing blazed with fury as she saw the snow wolf collapse. Her cold gaze turned toward the middle-aged man. "Dammit Tiger, tear his body apart for me at once!"
She wanted to leave his remains intact at first if he had only admitted to his wrongdoings.
As for forgiving him… that would be impossible! She did not want the Fengyun clan to look for her for trouble before she was ready.
The consequences would be dire if she were to let him go back to his den.
Who knew that not only was he unrepentant, he had even hurt her wolf again! Did he really think that she had no temper?
He deserved death; those who came to hurt her wolf deserved death!
After giving out her command, she could not care less about the man and immediately rushed toward the wolf.
This time around, she did not take out the herbal fruit. Instead, it was the medicinal spirit soup leftover from the three-striped tiger.
