"Ah—"
A cry of alarm rose from the crowd, the faint-hearted had already covered their eyes, not daring to look at the gore that was sure to follow.
Mo Hong's family was pinned to the ground by Little Flower, hooves in the air. Dizzy, she opened her eyes only to meet a gaping maw, a neck spraying hot, moist breath that sent shivers across her skin, and those cold, unfathomable eyes struck such fear into her that all sound caught in her throat.
"Little Flower, come back!"
Mo Yan snapped out of it and called out nonchalantly. It was fine to scare her, but actual harm could bring trouble.
Little Flower, who was just about to bite and taste human flesh, hesitated at those words, glared at Mo Hong's family's plump neck for a long while, and only reluctantly lifted the wolf paw from her chest.
