Bai Xiqin and Zhang Yiming brushed past each other. Zhang Yiming stood silently in place, his pale fingers slightly tensing, then slowly relaxing.
He took a deep breath, only to smell the scent of mutant wolf blood splattered on her.
The bloody scent pierced his nostrils, raging in his mind.
Restrain, restrain again, he suppressed his instincts to the limit.
The blood scent tormented his mind into a blank slate, yet the corners of his mouth were lifted in a smile.
Just a moment ago, he and she were merely half a step apart.
Once they had walked a distance away from him, he followed them from afar.
"Xiao Ming, where are you planning to go? Aren't you heading to the safety base?" Bai Xiqin turned her head and asked.
Zhang Yiming's Fire Ability was quite special, obviously making him a target for the research institute.
"I still need to find my friend, I'm not planning to go to the safety base yet."
