"Qiqi-" The fat man screamed miserably, pulled his legs and chased after a few steps, only then did he remember to beat the tiger with his bare hands, as if he didn't have the ability of Wu Erlang, so he hurriedly went back to the house to find a shotgun, and rushed out again.

The tiger with the strange tiger in its mouth was gone, only snow everywhere, branches and leaves, and the sky and earth were empty and dead.

Chasing, the fat man's eyes breathed fire, and he ran wildly in the direction just now, running on the snow with the top handle. A clear tiger paw mark in front of him pointed out the direction for the fat man.

The thick snow caused a lot of trouble for the fat man, and his legs got stuck in the snow shell from time to time. After running out of a section, his mind gradually calmed down a little: how did the Siberian tiger happen to come to Mulenzi again? What did it do with Qiqi? What is Qiqi alive for?

The words that Kiki had said came back to the fat man's mind: the tiger was still smiling at me.

With Qiqi's affinity for animals, there may still be life. The fat man thought of this, and chased more and more hard. The transformed body has helped him immensely, and his firm belief has supported him to keep moving forward.

Fortunately, the imprint of the tiger's claw was very large, and the fat man chased it in time, so he didn't lose it. I don't know how long I ran, I don't know how many heels I fell, but suddenly, a dull gunshot came from behind.

It must have been Wang Sanpao They also noticed the abnormality, so they fired a warning shot, and with Wang Sanpao's tracking ability in the snow, they should also be chasing behind.

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to ponder: whether to wait here to meet Wang Sanpao, or continue to chase by himself.

Shaking the shotgun in his hand vigorously, the fat man continued to run forward. Time is of the essence, and there is no room for delay. No matter how precious the Siberian tiger is, it can't compare to Qiqi's life, so the fat man will not hesitate to spare the bullets in the gun now, and the only thing he worries about is the accuracy of the head.

In addition, the fat man was worried about the weather, I don't know when, the snow had begun to fall in the sky, the northwest wind also howled, and the forest was soon white.

The fat man finally lay straight on the snow, scolding his mother vigorously. The tiger's tracks were completely covered by heavy snow, and now even if Wang Sanpao came, it would not be useful.

It was wrong from the beginning, this is hunting, not watching the wind and scenery, how can you lead Qiqi here!

The fat man's heart was full of anger, and he slapped himself in the face a few times: "It's all your greed, if you don't scatter Qiqi outside, how can you make the tiger take it away!"

Although he even has the heart to die, the fat man knows that he can't die now, and Qiqi's life and death are uncertain, so he has to continue to think of a way.

When he got up from the snow, the fat man found that it was snowing heavily, and he was blurry and couldn't see anything from a few feet away, and he was now lost.

I heard Wang Sanpao say that if you get lost in the forest on a snowy day, you will have only one end: you will be frozen to death.

The fat man's heart flipped over, and he finally raised his shotgun and fired a shot into the sky. Soon, a gunshot was heard in the distance, followed by several dog barks.

"Fat man, what's the matter, the tiger took Qiqi away?" Wang Sanpao and Old Man Wu finally came to the fat man, and according to the traces on the ground, Wang Sanpao had already judged the general passage.

The fat man nodded: "Third uncle, what do you think-"

"Don't worry, there is no blood in the wooden flute, which proves that Qiqi is probably alive. Generally speaking, if a tiger sees its prey, it bites its throat first. "Wang Sanpao is experienced in the end, and he is not comparable to the rookie of the fat man.

"It's frozen, and it's frozen. Damn, if something really happens to the little girl, Lao Tzu will wipe out all the wild animals in the forest!"

The fat man didn't think he was bragging, but the top priority now was not to vent his anger, but to find a way to save people, so he set his sights on Wang Sanpao again.

"Let's go back first, depending on the situation, it will be smoky and snowy, and we are still wandering in the forest, even the two of us will be finished!" Wang Sanpao said the seriousness of the matter with a solemn face.

The fat man didn't give up, but he couldn't drag people down, so he had to nod, and tears finally dripped from his little eyes, such weather, such an environment, how could Qiqi still have a life.

Lost his soul and returned to Mulenzi, the big braid was standing outside and looking, with a layer of snow falling on his body: "Brother Huang, what about Qiqi-"

The fat man shook his head, the big pigtails rushed up, his hands pounded on the fat man's chest, and the tears were crackling and falling down with the beads of broken threads.

It snowed heavily for half the night, and the fat man sat under the window with a wine bottle, and he didn't sleep all night, his eyes were red, like a wounded beast.

The big braid has been cooked, and the fat man has gobbled it up, although he doesn't know that he is hungry now, but he has the strength to find Qiqi when he fills his stomach.

The big pigtail said that he would follow him, and finally was glared at by the fat man twice: "What can you help, what if something happens again!"

was murdered by him twice, and the big braid thought about it, and looked at Wang Sanpao pitifully: "Third uncle, you must get Qiqi back." ”

Wang Sanpao nodded, and his eyes were full of fire: "I don't care what kind of mountain king it is, let's talk about it first." In his consciousness, Qiqi has long been gone, and what else is there to look for, he can only take revenge.

"Count me in. Old man Wu also picked up the shotgun, with a murderous expression. This guy doesn't blink an eye when he kills, let alone a tiger.

All three men put on sleds and set off with two thin dogs. The snow outside had stopped, and the sun shone through the forest on the snow, shining on Venus.

Although in the eyes of the fat man, he couldn't remember the road he took yesterday, but Wang Sanpao can, he identified the direction, and then led the way in front.

Rubbing the snow skin, chasing the wind and electricity, in less than half an hour, I arrived at the last place where I stayed yesterday. Wang Sanpao called two fine dogs to sniff, but yesterday's snow was too big, and the dog's nose was useless.

Bang——, old man Wu raised his hand and shot it, and a flower pheasant fell from the sky, his whole body was shattered, and the chicken feathers fluttered and fell.

The anger in this guy's heart is already full, and he can't do it if he doesn't vent it.

"Looks like there's no trick left. Wang Sanpao was also full of loss.

The corners of the fat man's eyes twitched a few times: "I don't believe it." Then he raised his throat and began to shout, his deep voice drifting through the woods with a hint of hoarseness.

He didn't give up, hoping for a miracle, and Kiki could follow the voice to find him. Wang Sanpao and Old Man Wu didn't stop the fat man's stupid move, they knew that the fat man needed to vent the most now.

"Ahh

Suddenly, in his mournful voice, a crisp voice merged: "It's a strange uncle—"

"Kiki!" the fat man had never thought that the words Uncle Strange could be so pleasant, and he rushed madly in the direction from which the voice came.

(Will Qiqi get a tiger pinch, guess correctly and there will be a prize)