Her words sent the wolves talking again.

"She knows Eric? They let a human who knew the secret wander around, and we didn't hear anything. ”

"Calm down, don't blame her for this, Rooney suddenly lost control and deformed and rushed onto the road before he became an adult, it was our caretaker who was derelict in his duty."

The black wolf, with its forelimbs low, shook its head and stood up upright and jumped out of the car, and its huge wolf form transformed into a naked and stout man in an instant.

"We can keep you, but this driver also knows the secret." He lowered his head and kicked the unconscious driver.

Serra tried her best not to look down, but she blushed with shame, she had never seen such a magnificent work of art before, and she was going to be blinded.

She took a deep breath and calmed down, "We had a car accident on the way to the port, I was slightly injured and the driver was in a coma with a serious head injury, it was your people who showed up and saved us, if he asked about the wolf afterwards, the doctor could only think that the memory was confused." ”

There was a good reason for this, and the wolves on the opposite side looked at each other, and the dangerous atmosphere dissipated.

They agreed.

"Let's go, take Rooney to the big hospital." The handsome, naked man with long black hair walked up to her, and before Serra could react, his strong arms lifted her sideways.

Serra hooked his neck, her fiery body wrapped around her like a big heater.

"Wait!" She pointed to the car and hurriedly shouted, "Luggage, luggage!!" I'm going to catch a boat! ”

If she hadn't caught the ship, Lizzie would have married her to the Earl of Domestic Violence, which was not okay.

The long-haired man kicked the deformed car door open, a wolf squeezed in and took out her luggage, another picked up the unconscious driver, and the group rushed into the woods with two wounded men.

Not long after lying in the arms of the naked man, when he rushed into the forest, Serra only felt a flower in front of him, and the whole person was thrown into the air by a force, and there was only a loud explosion in his ears, and the giant black wolf that had just disappeared reappeared.

Thrown into the air, Serra jerked back onto the sleek plush wolf's back, weightlessness causing her to scream, her fingers gripping at its thick fur, her legs clenched at his sides.

What does the speed of a wolf pack look like? An off-road vehicle wading through the forest, their speed was so fast that Serra couldn't even see the trajectory with the naked eye, the rapid route continued to climb upward, getting steeper and steeper, which did not slow them down in the slightest, the black wolf easily carried her from one rock to another, in front of which was a steep cliff that was about to be crossed, and she could hear the sound of the crashing waves of the churning river several meters deep below a few meters away.

At the moment when the black wolf leaped out bravely, Serra's heart hung in the air, and the wide-brimmed hat on his head had long been blown by the wind and branches.

An hour's drive, it only took the wolves ten minutes to reach the grove near the hospital, everyone hid in the shadow of the trees, Serra even lost the strength to climb off the wolf's back, or the man who came back from the transformation helped her to stand up, she trembled and held on to the trunk of the tree and gasped for breath.

By the time Serra was able to control her limp calves and walk, they had turned back into human form and put on henry shirts and slacks from nowhere, all of them as healthy and strong as normal people.

A young, sunny teenager walked up to her, "Your hat." ”

"Just when you threw it out, I rushed over and caught it."

It's a bit like a dog playing frisbee, and Sierra thought inexplicably, and she took the wide-brimmed hat and thanked her sincerely.

Leicestershire's largest hospital, where Crimmans used to live, knew her and saw her bring two seriously injured patients, and they treated her as soon as possible.

Serra, who was fine, looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the hospital, and the time was almost to leave.

She put on her hat and took her luggage, and hurriedly said to the leading long-haired man who had been staring at her, "I have to go to catch the boat, all the medical bills here will be credited to my account, and you can stay here until he is healed."

The man stopped her and gave his name, "My name is Heinik." ”

Serra turned to him and nodded, "Heinick, my name is Serra. ”

"Wait until next summer, I'll go to Cumbunia to visit the people there." He stared into her pretty eyes and his heart moved, "I hope Eric hasn't imprinted you by then." ”

Serra was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously waved her hand, "He won't love me." ”

Eric is thankful that he didn't tear her apart for Annahi.

Heinik's dark eyebrows furrowed, and his expression was a little meaningful, "It's his loss." ”

Not knowing what his expression meant, Serra hurriedly borrowed the hospital car with her luggage and rushed to the port.

In April, the spring weather was still braving the early cold, the car she called was blocked on the port road, Serra simply got out of the car with her luggage and hiked, she just passed the jungle drag racing and wrapped her black woolen coat, the exciting exercise just made her cheeks freeze so that there was no blood now.

Tobacco and alcohol vendors shouted and sold in the streets of the port, the classic cars of wealthy merchants and aristocrats who drove boats struggled on the crowded roads, and small owners or entrepreneurs who bought inferior tickets came by horse-drawn carriages.

Pulling aside, Sierra witnessed two crashes in a matter of minutes, one of which was caused by a speeding black classic car, which didn't care if it would hit people on a crowded road, honking its horn all the way, and its arrogant appearance almost caused a horse with wheels to crash into a fishing tackle repair shop.

In the face of this new and ancient scene, Serra was thrilled to watch, but as the culprit of the accident, the old car did not look back and stopped near the boarding gate of the first class.

A young servant in a suit and tie got out of the car, she had never seen such a pale man, the black satin cloth covered the snow-white body like a corpse cloth, he went around the other side of the car and bent down, respectfully opened the door to greet the master inside.

Sierra didn't know what it was about, but her eyes were glued to the door.

The blond-haired man stooped out of the car, wearing a simple black breasted coat and a pair of leather gloves on his hands hanging down his side, looking up indifferently at the cruise ship that was about to cover half the sky through the crowd.

The flow of people automatically avoided his surroundings, and the gesture that was impossible to ignore was enough to contrast with all the chaos around him.

The culprit who allowed the servants to drag the car was the same as Serra imagined, a great nobleman with no forgiveness and a full stomach of indifference.