Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

"You're fucking farting!"

After hearing this, Hongmao's sanity instantly collapsed.

He rushed up and grabbed the middle-aged man's blood-stained clothes, his eyes tearing open.

The hands that were pulling the clothes were trembling, and the look of panic and despair on his face.

No matter how hard he tried to deny it, the usual sons and brothers also recognized the reality.

They seem to have really broken into some unknown and dangerous world, where they no longer know the high-ranking family members.

Everything was horribly weird, as if there was a pair of hands manipulating them in the dark, and life and death were in the hands of the other party.

They are all just adults, spoiled children at home, how can they accept this reality.

They just want to go home, even if they quit racing because of this, they have no regrets.

However...it was too late.

"Boom!"

The middle-aged man fell over his shoulder and threw the red hair to the ground.

He squinted his eyes and stared coldly at the red hair lying on the ground in a state of distress, with a painful and distorted face: "Boy, if you want to live, you have to survive these seven days honestly, otherwise you will die in an ugly way!"

His face was ferocious, full of impatience, and his whole body released a strong killing intent.

Bai Lian walked up to Hongmao who was lying on the ground in a panic, and pulled him up from the ground.

He twitched the corners of his lips to the middle-aged man: "I'm sorry, he was a little scared because of his young age."

"Hmph! It's no use being young here, life and death don't matter."

Bai Lian moved his jaw, as if he was enduring something, "Thank you for letting me know."

After thanking him, he dragged the red hair in his hand and returned to the team.

Because of Bai Lian's behavior, the sons and brothers subconsciously took him as the leader.

Bai Lian brought people back, looked at everyone without emotion, turned around and walked towards Xuanyuan Ying and Tang Xuan.

He is not a god, so he cannot comfort these people.

Under the situation of position, he cannot protect himself.

Seeing that Bai Lian was ignoring everyone, some people couldn't stand up anymore.

"Bai Shao, what should we do next?"

One of the tall men came out, looking earnestly at Bai Lian's back.

"Wait and see."

Bai didn't even look back.

When everyone heard this, their faces changed drastically.

God so wait and see what happens!

They want to go home and get out of this damn place.

Just when everyone's psychological defense was about to collapse, a child's shriek screamed from deep in the woods.

The sound was very painful, as if someone had been tortured by some cruel method, making people feel that life would be worse than death.

In the eerie atmosphere of the gloomy forest, the horrifying screams continued to ring out.

Everyone turned pale, including Bai Lian, Xuanyuan Ying, and Tang Xuan.

Except for the three men sitting in front of the fire not far away.

However, if you look closely at their sitting postures, you can find that their expressions are not very good-looking, their bodies are stiff, and they hold cold weapons in their hands, ready to face the battle.

"Stop playing, I want to go home, go home!"

"Grass! I am most afraid of this kind of horror and anger!"

"Get the fuck out, I didn't hear what I said, I want to go home!"

"Get out, stop playing, get out!!"

"Grass mud horse! If you don't come out again, I will destroy you one by one..."

A group of boys and buddies couldn't bear such an atmosphere at all, and they all started to speak swear words one by one.

Their spirits have collapsed, and their patience has failed. They just want to let the person hiding in the dark come out. They don't play this game anymore, and they want to go home.

Bai Lian, Xuanyuan Ying, and Tang Xuan didn't look very good either.

Along with the screams of the children, a faint smell of blood spread along the wind.

Everyone deceitfully abused and angered themselves, but no one responded to them except for the rumors.