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

Chapter 150 No matter how many times he starts over, he has never changed.

Jiang Liwu was startled upon seeing this.

Gu Youchuan was so shocked that he exclaimed "Holy crap!"

Jiang Liwu immediately shouted, "Run!"

Although there were several of them, they couldn't handle so many wild boars at once, especially if they were surrounded by them, they would be at an extreme disadvantage.

The wild boar gave chase relentlessly, its frenzied pursuit mirroring the frenzy of a cow whose eyes had been ignited by a red cloth.

Jiang Liwu and the others were separated by the wild boar herd. At this point, it was best to run away separately to disperse the wild boars' fighting power.

The terrain on the mountain was very unfavorable to them, often hindering their movements, but the forest was the place where wild boars depended on for survival, where they were like fish in water and walking on flat ground.

Soon, a wild boar caught up with Jiang Liwu. Jiang Liwu struck hard with her spear, the sharp tip piercing the boar's body and drawing blood instantly. The boar fell to the ground, struggling and squealing. Jiang Liwu encountered resistance when she tried to pull out the spear. In that brief pause of a second or two, another ferocious boar with long tusks was about to crash into her.

In the blink of an eye, Li Xiao's arrow pierced the eye of the adult boar and penetrated its incredibly hard skull.

It was still poised to ram Jiang Liwu. Without hesitation, Jiang Liwu kicked the wild boar. Just as she was about to pull out her spear again, she heard a hurried shout, "Wuwu!" Her wrist was grabbed tightly by a large hand, and she was pulled forward quickly.

Jiang Liwu stared blankly at the broad back of the person in front of her, the beautifully shaped back of his head, and the swift, unstoppable footsteps that traversed the jungle.

She could hear the sound of her trouser legs rubbing against the branches of the bushes, and she could hear her own breathing through her nose.

I could hear her heart pounding like a drum.

The sense of crisis from being chased by a herd of wild boars had vanished from her mind; only the man's voice calling her name, "Wuwu," echoed in her ears.

Wasn't he angry with her and ignoring her? Why is he calling her that instead?

But Jiang Liwu knew that Shang Tingyan had never changed. No matter how many times they started over, he would still come to her side in times of crisis and protect her until he exhausted his last bit of strength.

Jiang Liwu's eyes instantly became sore and red.

It felt like we had returned to the six apocalypses before the world restarted, and the man was running with her in the same way, chasing not wild boars but all sorts of mutated monsters.

The repeating crossbow can be equipped with twelve bolts at a time. Shang Tingyan ran with Jiang Liwu while shooting back. When they used up the last bolt, only a few wild boars were left chasing them.

He fiercely smashed the crossbow into the head of a wild boar.

The wild boar was immediately disoriented after being attacked.

The crisis has been greatly reduced. Jiang Liwu has been too quiet all the way. Shang Tingyan frowned, his tension almost overflowing. He looked at Jiang Liwu and met a pair of bloodshot eyes. His chest felt like it had been hit hard by something, and his heart tightened suddenly.

While being chased by a herd of wild boars, Shang Tingyan remained calm and able to cope. However, when faced with Jiang Liwu's reddened eyes, Shang Tingyan easily panicked and felt helpless.

His mind was focused on Jiang Liwu, and he continued running with her in tow, so he failed to notice that there was something wrong with the terrain ahead.

Only when he stepped inside did he realize it was hollow. "Jiang Liwu!" By the time Shang Tingyan tried to push Jiang Liwu back, it was too late. Jiang Liwu had already stepped in, and the branches under her feet were not strong enough to support her weight.

Shang Tingyan's pupils contracted, and he tightly held Jiang Liwu in his arms, using one hand to firmly protect Jiang Liwu's head.

The two fell downwards, the sound of branches snapping and leaves rubbing together, but fortunately, the branches and leaves acted as a cushion and pad.

That's why they weren't fatally injured when they fell to the bottom.

But the heavy blow still made Shang Tingyan groan in pain, his lips tightened and his face turned pale in an instant, but even so he still did not let go of Jiang Liwu.

Leaves and branches kept falling from above, landing on them and kicking up thick clouds of yellow dust that were very choking and obscured their vision.

However, Shang Tingyan still saw the adult wild boar chasing from above, which was unable to stop in time due to inertia.

He immediately grabbed Jiang Liwu, who was half-sitting up, and rolled her to the side, round and round, while at the same time the wild boar's heavy body crashed down with a loud thud.

Shang Tingyan was above Jiang Liwu, their heavy breaths mingling as they looked at each other.

Jiang Liwu could clearly see the man's eyes reflecting her face. Her throat was dry, and a mix of emotions welled up inside her. "Shang Tingyan."

A streak of crimson blood seeped from the man's black hair and dripped onto her face. Jiang Liwu's pupils dilated. "Shang Tingyan?!"

The wild boar's hissing interrupted Jiang Liwu's attempt to check the man's injuries. The two instinctively looked at the wild boar. Due to its thick skin, the boar's leg limped a little, but then it recovered and charged at them fiercely.

Shang Tingyan covered Jiang Liwu, using her as a human shield. With a loud "bang," the sound echoed through the mountains and forests.

The muscular wild boar fell to the ground with a thud, and a thin wisp of gunpowder smoke drifted from the gun in Jiang Liwu's hand.

Although they went hunting in the mountains, they did not bring any hunting rifles with them. However, she always carried the gun that Wei Xifeng had given her when she was still living in the forest villa.

Although it is no longer the apocalypse, Jiang Liwu still carries a sense of stress deep down.

Just as she once told Wei Xifeng, "We may not need it, but we cannot be without it. Truth and initiative must always be in our own hands."

Surprisingly, she actually used the gun.

As the pressure on her hand loosened, Jiang Liwu lay flat on the ground, closed her eyes, and suppressed the surging anger and aching emotions in her chest.

However, it was no use at all. She was furious. When she opened her eyes, they were even redder, with bloodshot veins. She pushed the man off her.

"Shang Tingyan, what's the point of all this? Who are you to me? Why are you so eager to risk your life for me? Did you even ask me if I needed anything?" Jiang Liwu had been well protected by Shang Tingyan and only had some minor scratches. Her dizziness had subsided. She got up from the ground, wiped the blood off her face with her hands, her blood-stained hands trembling as she clenched her fists tightly.

"Didn't you already plan to distance yourself from me? Then stick to it!"

"You only persisted for half a day?!"

"Why are you doing this?!"

"Why do you always have to do this? Why don't you ever listen to me? Do you have to go to this extent? Do you know how much I hate this? I really, really hate it. Do I need to do this?! I'm asking you, do I need to do this?!"

"I don't need it at all, do you hear me?!"