So no matter how the tiger jumped down, it was impossible for me to hang on the trunk. At least it fell down after I was still more than one meter away. I continued to climb upwards. After climbing a slanted branch as support, I put one hand on the slanted branch, and my legs continued to tightly trunk in the shape of an old tree packing. Finally, I pulled out one hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead.
I cheered too much for my smart choice, and was very fortunate for my ability to escape. Otherwise, I might become the first excellent time traveler to die in the mouths of wild animals. I don’t know how many people would be laughed at. I even suspect that if I was killed by a tiger, I might only leave such a short sentence in history: Changsun Wuji, the legitimate brother of Empress Changsun, and an excellent calligrapher of the Sui Dynasty. However, because I accidentally shot a tiger while hunting, the crazy injured tiger was killed and died young...
Well, unless the historian can come here to interview me personally, the following sentences will never appear in history books.
Looking at the injured tiger still roaring under the tree, I was really thinking and worried about the old tree's roots on the trunk...
Survival or death is a philosophical question worth thinking about. How should I let this damn unlucky tiger let me live a life journey? This is even more important for life.
This tiger is really not small, and it is almost 2.5 meters tall, even with its head and tail. It is definitely a middle-aged South China tiger. It looks fat and strong. It seems that this guy is usually a petty person in the jungle life, but what kind of nerves does this guy have today? Where can he jump to it? He has to hit my son's feather arrow?
The question is what to do now? The hatred value of this injured tiger is XMA. It is difficult to let this tiger that was shot blinded by me. As of now, it is really difficult, mainly because there is no target of the hatred value of this tiger around.
As time passed by minute by minute, I finally moved my butt to the tree that was protruding out. Fortunately, I messed with a tiger who could not climb trees, rather than a leopard or a bear who was as fast as Spider-Man's tree. Otherwise, I might have gone to heaven or rejoined the time traveler's queue.
The tiger was very stubborn, shaking its head with a feathered arrow, constantly trying to pounce upwards, roaring continuously. Although it had climbed to a safe distance, this young master was still very frightened.
How great would it be if my strong brother Acer, who killed chicken heads and burned yellow paper, was here? With his at least ninety-year-old force and his years of hunting experience, even if he couldn't deal with this tiger, I think there would be a way to lure it away. How could the young man stay on the tree fork and practice monkey squat like he is now. Do you know!
I don’t know how long I waited, but my butt was numb and my arms were sore and swollen. But this damn tiger had no intention of leaving at all. It was still wandering around the tree below, leaping from time to time, showing the feather arrows in my eyes, which made me speechless.
Finally, I remembered that I had another weapon, or that I was just stupid and forgot to call on those friends who came to hunt to come and rescue him. Well, although it would be a bit embarrassing to do this, the problem is that it is better than losing one's life.
I took a deep breath, and used my high-pitched voice that was comparable to Pavarotti, and interpreted a nearly perfect word in the way of singing arias: "Help, help..."
Then, after about two or three minutes, I, who had been fully energetic again, performed the second life-saving voice in a fancy singing style...
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Even though things are not three, it means that the same bad thing should not be done three times in a row. It originated from the allusion of "one-stop work, one-stop work, another decline, and three-suffering" in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The Chinese seem to have a plot for three, "Things are not three" is used to warn people not to make the same mistakes again and again; "Three-suffering, three-suffering" is supported by historical allusions of war between the two countries.
From a modern scientific point of view, the third is a stable number, and the triangle is the most stable figure. The development and changes of general things have their own internal laws. In addition to the fact that things are not three, there is also the saying that wealth is not three generations. In fact, the "three" here are all virtual references, not the real three or three items.
Things are nothing but three means that a person encounters good or bad things that will not exceed a certain number, and will eventually go in the opposite direction. Therefore, the world will be harmonious and unified.
When my third life-saving sound was still lingering in the forest with a faint melancholy and regret, I finally heard a touch of excitement, which was the thrilling sound of horses trampling on the grass continuously. And I also judged from the sound of hooves that this was definitely more than one horse.
"Help...Who is here to save me, a big tiger wants to eat people!" This young master regained all his energy in an instant, and a deep call echoed in the jungle again.
At this time, the colorful tiger under the tree began to let out a low whimper, and the hairs between the neck seemed to stand upright. The tiger's head turned vigilantly in the direction where the sound of hooves came.
"Brother Wujishi, don't panic, my sister is here to save you!" Just as my call just fell, a crisp and powerful voice came. Your sister! It's Li Yaoguang!
"I said to Lady Li San, this is an adult tiger. You might as well find a few more people to come over. I can stand it." A girl who is fourteen years old, does she feel that she can't fight with a tiger? In the past, I have read countless plots of hero saving beauty, and I once sighed very regretfully, that hero is not me.
Why doesn’t God give me a chance to save a beautiful woman? Today, I finally waited for a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, it’s not a hero who saves a beautiful woman, but a beautiful woman who saves a hero. Damn!
Although I have confidence in Li San's archery skills, she is just a little girl after all. What if her mount rebels like my mount? I don't believe this girl can have the agility and skill of being close to Spider-Man.
As if to confirm my words, the colorful tiger under the tree roared wildly, and then, he heard the panic neighing of horses in the distance and the angry shouts of Li San Madam. The sound of hooves not only did not approach, but went to the distance. Damn, it would not scare the little girl's mount away, right?
At this moment, I hugged the big tree, which was a little amused and irritated. Although I didn't expect that a 14-year-old girl would come to save me, now this glimmer of hope has been taken away by those timid horses, which makes people speechless. I just hope that in a while, Lady Li San could control her seat and get more people to save me from this big tree.
Although this big tree gave me hope for survival, I was still reluctant to stay here. After all, we are humans, and we are not primates who like to treat the tree as the main family and eat, drink and have fun on them.
What I didn't expect was that in just half a cup of tea, a beard dress, a horizontal knife on his waist, and a good bow in his hand, had already appeared on the edge of the woodland. When I saw her feet wearing thin-skinned fast boots stepping on the lush weeds on the woodland, I couldn't help but be stunned. This girl was crazy?!
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Chapter completed!