Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 93 Its Her Big White, Her Big White Is Not Dead!

As soon as the man finished speaking, soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms arrived.

tribesmen...

The man ran towards Cicery, with tribesmen trying to stop him, but he was shot and fell to the ground with a single rifle shot. Blood splattered onto Cicery's face, even into her eyes. The whole world turned crimson. It was the blood of the Cicery was filled with fear as she ran backward.

She needed to inform her father and mother, she needed to tell the tribespeople to flee quickly.

These people were demons. But she was too small, how could she outrun these strong and robust men?

Just as little Cicery was about to be caught, a white figure darted past at lightning speed. "Big White," Cicery cried out in astonishment.

Big White was just a nine-month-old adolescent lion, but due to being an ancient pureblood breed, it was larger than the average lion.

After biting off the right leg of the man holding little Cicery, another man swung his gun towards Big White.

Big White possessed incredible agility and foresight. It anticipated the man aiming the gun at him and swiftly hunched over, carrying Cicery as it darted into the forest.

However, Big White couldn't handle the men armed with guns. The man aimed his gun and fired at the rapidly retreating white figure.

A loud "bang" sounded out. Big White was shot by the powerful recoil of the close-range and fiercely aggressive assault rifle, hitting its left hind leg and causing a devastating wound.

Big White crashed down to the ground. Cicery tumbled harshly from Big White's back, hitting her

the scent of human blood, Big White struggled to

wake up, Big White

Howl!

before extending its tongue to lick

White's affectionate gesture woke Cicery, and her thoughts

you in pain? Sob... Big White, run away quickly,"

to have come for their tribespeople and had nothing to do with

It resolutely carried Cicery in its mouth and ran deeper into the

and gradually grew weaker. Cicery lay on top of Big White, feeling its faint breath, her tears pouring down like rain.

don't die, please

of the

to see them wearing leather military

aside the blood-soaked

complaining inside, Big White let out a whimper and looked at Cicery, urging

its remaining strength, it suddenly stood up and bit down on

knew that this was the only way its little master could escape from

streaming down her face.

to hurry back. She had to