The grass pile shook and three leopard heads poked out. They didn't come out, but instead, their bodies shrank further in.
Dying from anxiety, Bai Qingqing couldn't even fly into a rage. She took a look around in the room, picked up the blanket on the bed, then walked over toward them.
"Then don't come out!" Bai Qingqing covered the blanket onto the grass pile, closed in from the bottom, and wrapped up the leopard cubs together with the dried grass.
"Howl~" The cubs made stifled objecting sounds in the blanket.
The tremors were getting increasingly stronger, and even Bai Qingqing could feel the bottom of her feet turning numb. Then, a loud "rumble" rang out and Bai Qingqing was taken by great astonishment.
"The city gates have been broken through," Muir said, lifting the cubs with one hand and taking Bai Qingqing's hand with the other as he headed out quickly.
