Xiang Lin’s eyes showed a hint of confusion.
She didn’t understand whether this “ninja dog” was here to save her or what.
If it was going to save her, it needed to hurry—she was about to die.
Just as Xiang Lin was lost in confusion, a tall figure appeared before her.
The figure blocked the sunlight, casting Xiang Lin into shadow.
Bubu Wang looked at Amu standing before Xiang Lin and gave Amu a meaningful glance.
Amu understood immediately.
Amu grabbed Xiang Lin’s calf, wrapped in black stockings, with one hand, lifted her upside down, and was about to slam her onto the ground.
This move startled Bubu Wang quite a bit.
Bubu Wang stared angrily, as if saying, “Idiot, I didn’t tell you to kill her! And that pose looks way too familiar—do you think you’re the Hulk or something?”
Amu scratched his head.
Holding Xiang Lin upside down in midair, her red hair hung down heavily.
Tears of grievance trickled down Xiang Lin’s forehead.