After he killed these two people, Qin Yu's anger didn't dissipate at all.
He quickly walked in front of Yan Ruoxue and stretched out his hand to break the rope on Yan Ruoxue's body.
Yan Ruoxue's face was somewhat pale. It wasn't because she was kidnapped, but because of the two corpses.
Only then did Qin Yu remember that he should not have killed people in front of Yan Ruoxue.
But at that time, he had already been blinded by anger, so how could he have thought of it?
"Are you okay?" Qin Yu blocked Yan Ruoxue's view to prevent her seeing the corpses.
Yan Ruoxue shook her head and said, "I'm fine."
"That's good. Let's go home." Qin Yu bent down, then carried Yan Ruoxue in his arms and walked down the mountain.
Lying in Qin Yu's arms, Yan Ruoxue felt extremely safe.
She looked up at Qin Yu's face and couldn't help but smile.
This kind of warm feeling made Yan Ruoxue, a tough and haughty woman, feel demure.