It turns out that what she thinks is true.

Philanthropists step into this dark thorn forest for the sake of the gardener.

If she hadn't been here, wouldn't Uncle Kreacher have died here today?

"Uncle Kreacher, I'm afraid this is the last time I'll call you uncle, so run! Forget about the fortunate one, forget the painful orphanage, forget what you did for me before. ”

Luckily, he had turned his head to look at the tallest tree, and sure enough, there was still a person standing on it.

If you are really the God sent by Heaven to save me, then you must be able to hear my prayers.

I have no regrets in my life, the only regret is Uncle Kreacher, who has done so much for us.

So, if you can really hear my prayers, please, let Uncle Kreacher forget all the past, forget the bad memories.

As for me... If Heaven wants my life, take it.

Xing had silently said this in his heart and closed his eyes.

It's just that the moment he closed his eyes, all those gray wolves pounced.

Some bit her shoulder, some bit her neck, some bit her legs, and some bit her other hand.

It hurts.

But she had long since lost the ability to speak. I can only hold all the words back in my stomach.

But it really hurts!

It felt like being about to be torn apart.

The philanthropist tried to walk over but was surrounded by several other wolves.

His hand clutched the flashlight tightly, his eyes were red, and he threw the flashlight directly at the wolves.

The big wolf was enraged, and directly scratched the philanthropist's chest with a single paw.

The philanthropist snorted in pain, took a few steps back, and reached out to cover his chest, which was scratched by the big wolf.

He could only watch as the girl was torn apart by the wolves.

The pupils continued to contract violently.

Baijiu, who was held in the man's arms, struggled desperately: "You big bastard, let me down, I'm going to help them, fortunately I'm going to die!" ”

The man naturally let go of his hand.

The liquor fell directly downward: "Ah! ”

The philanthropist looked up and saw a small figure slowly falling downward.

"Woods!"

He tried to run over to catch the liquor, but the wolves around him seemed to pounce on him at any moment if he moved.

"Damn! These bastards. ”

It's over, is her liquor going to fall from the sky and die today?

Ahh

A black shadow flashed through the liquor, and it felt as if it had fallen into an embrace, which was different from the previous one, too cold.

Baijiu turned his head to look at the person holding her: "Yimo? How could it be you? ”

Yimo glanced at Baijiu: "Of course it's me, I'm here to grab that flower from you." ”

Baijiu's face darkened: "Then you better just throw me down, I can't give you that flower." ”

Yi Mo landed on the ground with the white wine steadily, and his face didn't look so good: "Don't blame me for not being kind enough to remind you of that flower, you can't touch it." ”

"Why do you say that?"

Baijiu jumped out of her arms and looked at Imo.

"Because I know that the flower is sustenance, and one person's thoughts of another."