leng rongrong had already gotten off storm.
a man and a wolf, under the night sky, looked like a unique scenery.
there was a rotten and bloody smell in hell street.
people often died here, and even if there were corpses, no one would come to deal with them, so the smell was terrible.
leng rongrong had prepared a mask because she had known about the situation beforehand. after she put on the mask, she patted storm's head. " storm, take a sniff. see if there's his scent. "
storm glanced at leng rongrong, who was frowning.
because of its sensitive sense of smell, storm could clearly smell the stench of blood and gore. these smells had a huge impact on storm.
it was an extremely painful thing for it to distinguish mo linyuan's smell from the stench.
however, it could not ignore its master's orders.
