Qiao Yanhui subconsciously pulled Xu Qing behind him, and killing intent subconsciously surged in his eyes. Some things were innate, and no matter what situation they were in, they wouldn't relax at all.
The man and the wolf didn't give in to each other, as if the two sides were about to enter a battle.
"Little Hui, it won't hurt me." Xu Qing patted Qiao Yanhui's shoulder. She was already used to Qiao Yanhui regaining his senses for a moment from time to time. This man was very sensitive to threats and danger!
"Little White, don't be afraid. I'm here to treat your wound." Xu Qing tried her best to sound gentle.
Seeing that Qiao Yanhui was no longer hostile to it, Little White lazily turned its head. However, it still snorted at Xu Qing and was very cold.