As Duan Rong darted out of the tree hollow, he instantly focused his thoughts.
Seeing Lv Qingzhu on the verge of death, he really couldn't just sit back and do nothing.
Over the past six years, in that ruined temple, Lv Qingzhu became the first woman in his two lives.
Though he was unsure if this bond was love or calamity, he ultimately couldn't let it continue to perish.
In the moment Duan Rong focused his thoughts, a flickering firefly appeared in front of the fire weasel, and almost simultaneously, it flickered and disappeared into the top of the fire weasel's head.
The instant the firefly entered, the fire weasel's body suddenly stiffened, as if petrified.
Nevertheless, its sharp claws still lightly grazed Lv Qingzhu's throat, leaving a faint blood line on her fair neck, but fortunately it wasn't fatal.
