If the door behind him hadn't supported him, he would have almost been unable to stand firm.

"careful!"

The too sharp sound stings his eardrums.

The panic in it made his heart tighten, and then he jumped hard.

He subconsciously raised his eyes, wondering what was going on, but saw a scene that made his eyes burst.

The culprit who made him so embarrassed raised a vase that was almost seven or eight years old. His eyes looked fierce and crazy. The bloodshots made his eyes turn blood red, making them even more ferocious and terrifying.

Almost the moment he met the other person's eyes, Zheng Yuan fell into an ice cellar.

The wind sounded loudly in my ears.

A huge vase hit him.

He wanted to back off.

But his back was already tightly attached to the door panel.

His legs were extremely heavy, like a fill of lead, unable to move at all.

He was seized by fear.

His eyes were covered in blood.

...

There were screams around.

A bloody scene is about to happen-

"Click~"

A subtle voice rang out.

No one heard the noise at the chaotic scene.

Zheng Yuan didn't hear it either.

There was only a magnifying vase in his eyes and a terrifying fear of the pain he would suffer next.

The sound of the wind blew his hair.

The huge sense of oppression almost made him unable to breathe.

He could even see his face as it was released in the vase.

His facial features were so frightened that he was distorted.

He closed his eyes unbearable and prepared for the next heavy blow.

...

Zheng Yuan's body suddenly fell backwards.

He opened his eyes in panic and subconsciously reached out to grab something, he was supported by someone.

Zheng Yuan, who stood firm, was still in shock.

"Let go!"

The irritable voice pulled back his attention.

Then he realized that the vase that was smashing towards him was blocked.

The boy's face turned red, his whole body was trembling, but the vase was still motionless.

One hand steadily pressed against the smashed vase.

He followed the hand that saved him from danger and looked back.

He is a young man.

A young man holding a fox.

He held the fox in one hand and pressed the vase with the other hand, his face calm and light.

It is in sharp contrast with the young man who is almost crazy on the other side.

...

I didn't see how the young man tried. In a blink of an eye, the vase came to his hand and was then put aside by him.

Is this a strong man holding such a large vase in one hand?

Zheng Yuan thought subconsciously.
Chapter completed!