Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 32: Let's try running one more?

Qiao Yiran paused, subconsciously glancing at the things in the room: clothes, shoes, jewelry, all expensive and the latest styles. There were so many of these things that they couldn't fit in more than a dozen suitcases, not to mention the paints and brushes she needed. But she had no intention of packing them.

So he shook his head, "No need."

Xue Ling was shocked. He never expected that Qiao Yiran would be willing to give up everything to go with him.

As expected, Qiao Yiran's reluctance to leave Wei Xifeng in the past was not because she coveted vanity, but because she was controlled by Wei Xifeng.

"Yiran, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you," Xue Ling solemnly promised.

The black sedan drew closer, and the bodyguards inside the villa opened the heavy gate. Servants waited respectfully on both sides. Qiao Yiran's heart tightened. "I trust you. Let's go."

"Okay." Xue Ling grabbed Qiao Yiran's hand and started to escape.

The Wei family manor villa was full of Wei Xifeng's men, so they couldn't leave openly and swagger around. Qiao Yiran suggested running into the dense and deep forest.

Xue Ling was somewhat hesitant, worried about the dangers in the forest. He had heard about the Wei family's private forest, which was home to a variety of ferocious poisonous insects and wild beasts. However, given the current situation, it seemed that there was no other choice but to take this route. So the two of them ran into the forest, but they encountered a roadblock not far ahead.

Baal sprang out from behind Xue Ling and Qiao Yiran. Its tall and powerful body soared over their heads, and its sharp claws left a deep scarlet mark on Xue Ling's shoulder in an instant.

Xue Ling cried out in pain, his face turning ashen. He clutched his arm, looking at the injury on his shoulder, which stretched long from his neck to his arm, revealing the bare white bone, as if it would cripple his arm.

"Xue Ling, are you alright?!" Qiao Yiran was extremely panicked after realizing what had happened. She wanted to touch Xue Ling but didn't dare to, frightened by Xue Ling's wound.

She knew Baal was here, but she didn't expect him to make a move. Perhaps she did anticipate it, after all, Baal was a bloodthirsty beast, and the forest was his territory. They had trespassed on his territory, so he naturally wouldn't stand idly by. However, Qiao Yiran was certain that she and Baal had a three-year "master-servant relationship" and that Baal would not harm her.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yiran immediately stepped in front of Xue Ling, "Baal is my friend, don't hurt him."

Baal was imposing, pacing back and forth, his long tail lashing the ground like a whip, making a terrifying sound.

It bared its fangs, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and roared angrily at Qiao Yiran, one roar after another.

The sound exploded in my ears like thunder and drums, making my heart pound.

A huge panic surged in Qiao Yiran's heart, and she felt fear, especially when she met Bal's cold and bloodthirsty eyes, which were typical of a carnivorous beast. Her scalp tingled.

She swallowed hard and instinctively followed Xue Ling back.

Baal's voice quickly attracted the attention of the servants and bodyguards. Soon they discovered Qiao Yiran trying to escape. When their gaze fell on Xue Ling, they were startled, but she still ran away with the man.

Everyone knows that Qiao Yiran is Wei Xifeng's property. Anyone who dares to play dirty tricks and covet him right under Wei Xifeng's nose must be tired of living.

After surrounding the two, someone shouted, "Quickly go and report to the patriarch."

Xue Ling's entire arm was stained red with blood. Pain surged through his body. Xue Ling trembled, his face covered in sweat from the pain. His lips were pale, and he clenched his teeth. He closed his eyes in despair and resentment.

Knowing full well that they were never going to escape, Qiao Yiran kept pleading with Bal, "Bald, please let us go."

Barr remained unmoved. Seeing that this approach was not working, Qiao Yiran changed her tone and began to use a commanding tone to try to suppress Barr.

Feeling provoked, Baal lowered his body slightly, as if he wanted to attack Qiao Yiran.

In its eyes, it was the master between itself and Qiao Yiran, while Qiao Yiran was merely a slave who would occasionally come to offer him tributes.

Occasionally it would tease its slave and show some protection, but most of the time it ignored Qiao Yiran's attitude.

However, Qiao Yiran seems to be unaware of her own status and position.

It has only one owner, and that is Wei Xifeng.

Wei Xifeng arrived quickly; when he arrived, Qiao Yiran was still asking Bal to let her go.

"Go? Where are you going?" Wei Xifeng sneered in a sinister and dangerous way.

Qiao Yiran froze, her pupils contracting sharply in shock. She gritted her teeth and ran forward with her head down, thinking that Baal would block her way. Unexpectedly, Baal ran away, instantly making way for Qiao Yiran. Caught off guard, Qiao Yiran was stunned and momentarily at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

She subconsciously looked at Baal and saw him running towards Jiang Liwu as if he had seen his sweetheart.

Wei Xifeng's attention, which had been focused on her because of her escape, was now drawn to Jiang Liwu.

Qiao Yiran's eyes darkened, her nails digging into her fingers. She shouted at Xue Ling, who stood there without any hope, "Xue Ling, run!"

After shouting that, Qiao Yiran gritted her teeth and ran into the forest.

Upon hearing her voice, Xue Ling instinctively moved. The next second, accompanied by a loud gunshot, Xue Ling's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, letting out a painful scream.

Qiao Yiran heard everything clearly, her breath caught in her throat, and when she came to her senses, her legs were so weak that she collapsed to the ground. Her eyes trembled as she turned around and saw Wei Xifeng still holding his gun, a wisp of gunpowder smoke wafting from the dark muzzle.

At this moment, the sky darkened, and several bats flew past Wei Xifeng. The man, dressed in black, was tall and looked like a demon descending. His eyes were more bloodthirsty and cruel than those of a wild beast. "Try running again?" Wei Xifeng curled his thin lips, his brows furrowed, and his aura was extremely sinister and irritable.

Qiao Yiran burst into tears of terror. She stumbled and scrambled back to Xue Ling's side, covering Xue Ling's injured knee with her hands. Her eyes were blurry with tears as she cried out, "Xue Ling, how are you? It's all my fault. You got hurt because of me."

Xue Ling was injured in one arm and one leg, and was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. But when he saw Qiao Yiran's worried and fearful expression, he forced himself to shake his head at her.

Jiang Liwu was too late to stop Wei Xifeng. Seeing that he had hit Xue Ling but still had no intention of stopping, she immediately stepped forward and disarmed him.

Wei Xifeng's bloodthirsty and restless nerves throbbed, but upon seeing that it was Jiang Liwu, he quickly withdrew his fierce expression.

"Xiao Feng, I taught you marksmanship, not to use it like this." Jiang Liwu's temples throbbed.