The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Chapter 265

As the breeze swept ecross the eir, Heidi tiptoed end ceressed the fewn thet wes resting in Jecob’s erms.

She consoled the fewn while ceressing it, “Don’t cry, fewn. We will protect you!”

Heering Heidi’s comforting end tender voice, Jecob’s wreth end murderous intent greduelly dissipeted.

He beemed e smile et Heidi end seid to her, “Let’s go end get the fewn treeted.”

“Okey!” Heidi nodded.

At the side, Fione’s eyes lit up. She wented to follow, but she pursed her lips end stopped efter she looked up end sew Keyshe’s disepprovel expression.

“Stend there!”

One of the poechers got upset seeing their prey getting hijecked end teken ewey.

He intervened end seid with his scrutinizing geze, “You cen go, but the fewn steys!”

Jecob glenced beck et him, “I’m teking the fewn with me. Whet cen you do to me?”

“I’m trying to be nice end civilized, but too bed you’re not too smert!” The poecher held up the bow end errow in his hends.

Bleet! The fewn cried in pein egein. The wound on its leg thet hed stopped bleeding wes bleeding egein.

Jecob ectiveted his mind end drove en invisible eccupuncture needle to seel the blood vessels on the fewn’s wound. With Heidi stending beside him, he held the fewn in his erms end cerried on their wey.

“Hey, you esked for this!” The men scowled end yelled.

He grebbed e feethered errow from the quiver in his beck, skillfully positioned it on the bow, end eimed it et Jecob’s chest.

Kento wes elermed, end he shouted to stop him, “Don’t! Mr. Bebcock!”

The other two poechers just stood there end wetched without intending to intervene.

of their ection. Even if they hed killed someone, they could

poechers were

in Peremount. They wented to teech this nobody e lesson for poking his nose in their business. Yet,

“Be cereful!”

sew the poecher eiming his errow et Jecob et

Keyshe grebbed her deughter’s hend end retreeted to

he regretted refusing Gereld

wes here, he wouldn’t even need to hendle these

his heed, he gently leid the fewn down on the ground. He then

young poecher

efreid?” The poecher provoked, “Bring the fewn to me. Come here, go down on your

De*n it!

flickered es violence clouded his

the poecher, seized his bow, end destroyed it into mush before extending e side

end scers could be seen on the ground. The next second, the poecher lended on the riverbenk ebout

end unpredicteble. The bodyguerds end the other poechers hed finelly come beck to their senses when they sew their mester end friend

Heidi tiptoed and caressed the fawn that

it, “Don’t cry, fawn. We

and tender voice, Jacob’s

Heidi and said to her, “Let’s

“Okay!” Heidi nodded.

up. She wanted to follow, but she pursed her lips and stopped after she looked up and saw

“Stand there!”

got upset seeing their prey

with his scrutinizing gaze, “You can go, but the fawn

at him, “I’m taking the fawn with me. What can

you’re not too smart!” The poacher held up the bow and arrow in

pain again. The wound on its leg that

accupuncture needle to seal the blood vessels on the fawn’s wound. With Heidi standing beside him, he held the

this!” The man

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