The tiger circled around Ye Qianning twice as if looking for a suitable attack. Ye Qianning's footsteps moved as it circled around, also waiting for an opportunity.
"Roar……"
The tiger is moving.
Ye Qianning quickly shot out the arrows from his sleeves, leaped into the air above the tiger and stepped on the tiger's head. Then he rode on the tiger's body and stabbed the tiger's head with a dagger.
"Ouch..."
The tiger was in pain, and its huge body hit the ground and then jumped up again, bumping around in all directions.
Ye Qianning held the dagger tightly, her body was dizzy from the impact, and her little hand refused to let go.
Sang Zhi ran over to see him and was frightened.
"Ouch...hoho..."
Howling and running around, Ye Qianning took a few breaths and hung her whole body on the tiger. After the old tiger hit her for a long time, she saw the right time and freed up a hand to grab the tiger's ear.
With the help of his strength, he flipped over and sat on the tiger's neck again, hugged the tiger's neck and shot out an arrow. In an instant, the silver thread wrapped around the tiger's neck.
Ye Qianning let go of the dagger with her other hand and pulled the silver wire to tighten it with all her strength.
"Ooooooooo."
The tiger's neck was strangled, like a headless fly.
Ye Qianning's face was a little ferocious, she was too strong and the tiger was so powerful that the silver thread fell into her palm, and her little hand was blood red.
The tiger's impact became slower and slower, and after about seven or eight minutes, the huge tiger fell to the ground with a plop.
His whole body was twitching, and there was blood from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Ye Qianning still didn't dare to let go of the silver thread until the tiger's body completely stopped moving. She moved and lay flat on one side next to Meng, her breath confused.
"Ye Qianning, Ye Qianning." Sang Zhi ran over and picked her up in a panic.
Ye Qianning's head was dizzy, like a ball of paste, and everyone looked a little shaken.
My small body can hardly bear it anymore.
"Don't scare me, Ye Qianning, look at me, look at me." Sang Zhi hugged her and seemed to not hear her no matter how he called her, so he started crying in fear.
Ye Qianning's vision was a little cloudy, and it took a while for her vision to clear up. What she saw was Sang Zhi's crying face. Her breath was a little weak: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."
Sang Zhi couldn't stop crying.
"I'm not dead yet, aren't you crying a little fiercely? If you have tears, save them for crying on my grave when I die." Ye Qianning's shoulders and chest hurt, and she still joked.
"You won't die, I won't allow you to die." Sang Zhi cried even harder.
Ye Qianning twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and took out a pill from the space, drank it, took a few breaths, and stood up.
Sang Zhi helped her up and squatted down: "Come up."
"No, I can still do it." Ye Qianning glanced at the tiger.
This thing can no longer be compared with a normal tiger. There is a stench in its blood, and its size has grown a bit too much, like a mutation.
Animal mutations are usually caused by drugs or weird things in the environment, causing them to have physical deformities.
The intense blood in Sifang Mountain should be caused by this tiger going crazy and fighting.
But there was one thing she couldn't figure out. The tiger had just come quickly from a few miles away. He didn't meet them by chance, but it was aimed at her and Sang Zhi.
The tigers have lost their rationality and cannot speak clearly. How can they accurately determine their location?
It would be terrible if you were manipulated by someone.
"I'll carry you on my back." Sang Zhi urged her by pressing her nose when she saw that she wasn't moving.
Ye Qianning withdrew her gaze and raised her hand to pull Sang Zhi up.
