As Hu Xiaobei and Lang Ya exerted all their strength, the thick, pungent stench of blood that surrounded them surged even more wildly!
The frantic surging of the blood scent made Han Xueyao, standing on the outside, extremely tense to the point where she stood dumbfounded, biting her soft lips.
In her heart, she reassured herself over and over again, "Xiaobei will be fine, absolutely fine!"
It wasn't just Han Xueyao, Han Jiayuan, who was tightly clutching Han Xueyao's arm, was also very nervous.
She was truly worried about her Brother Xiaobei getting hurt...
"Who the hell does Hu Xiaobei think he is!"
Seeing the tense expressions on Han Xueyao and Han Jiayuan, Feng Lin gritted his teeth with every word.
Honestly, at this moment, he wished he could tear Hu Xiaobei apart...
