Samantha was slightly dazed from the cold wind. She raised her head in bewilderment and looked at Henderson. However, her sensitive nose smelled a whiff of blood.
Henderson asked in a low voice, "Are your legs numb?"
Samantha didn't say anything. Henderson bent down and tried to pick her up, but Samantha quickly dodged as if she was frightened, like a tiny kitten. She was terrified by the smell of blood on his body. Although her eyes were wide, they were hazy and unfocused.
Henderson pulled back his hands slowly, his narrow and cold eyes were filled with murderous rage and gloom.
It was like a sharp sword that could slit one's throat. The point of the sword was invincible, even monsters and ghosts had to retreat.
Henderson stood up gradually and smiled. He said softly, "
