Morocco cared so much about fame and fortune that he not only hoped that he would be able to kill the tigers in order to gain fame, but also hoped that he would be able to deter the generals in the DPRK who did not listen to him.

He thought to himself, if those generals knew that he had killed the spotted tiger in front of him, would anyone dare not listen to him?

As soon as Morocco thought of this, he stuck out his tongue and gritted his teeth, turned his heart sideways, raised his scimitar and slashed at the spotted tiger.

His attack was so strong that when the tiger saw his fierce look, he forgot to take the initiative to attack and only kicked his legs and retreated.

Morocco knew that it was because the tiger was frightened, and he immediately jumped up and stabbed the tiger in the head with a knife.

The silver scimitar was impartial, striking the skin of the spotted tiger's head, and blood poured like a spring into Morocco's face. However, the tiger was not killed on the spot, and it seemed to look menacing.

But at this moment, when the tiger saw that his head was bleeding, the pain and anger made it immediately go berserk, and it raised its feet fiercely and kicked Morocco in the stomach.

The tiger was so powerful that he kicked Morocco and flew out, and he fell to the grass spitting blood from his mouth. However, by this time, the tiger had already launched a brute attack, and it quickly pounced on Morocco who had fallen to the ground.

It was only then that Morocco came to his senses, and he was so frightened that he frequently retreated.

At this moment, Morocco took advantage of the tiger's imminent pounce, and he thought that he would surely become the food in the belly of the spotted tiger this time, so in a hurry, he immediately closed his eyes, and raised his knife in a hurry, trying to make a final dying struggle.

Strange to say, when the spotted tiger pounced on him, Morocco closed his eyes and did not feel the slightest pain.

Morocco slowly opened his eyes nervously and anxiously, and he clearly saw that the scimitar in his hand had actually stabbed into the tiger's stomach, and blood stained the silver scimitar in his hand. At the same time, Morocco's own hands had somehow turned blood-red.

Morocco succeeded but accidentally killed the spotted tiger in front of him, and he was both surprised and frightened. He sat down on the ground in exhaustion, gasping for air. At this time, he needs to calm down.

It took a full hour for him to finally come to his senses, and when he really came to his senses, his face was full of excitement and joy.

Morocco was so excited that he put the corpse of the spotted tiger that fell to the ground into a giant plastic bag, and then put the bag in his hand on the saddle, and he happily hummed the song of his country, and walked excitedly towards the palace.

When he came to the palace and laid the fruits of his brave victory before the king and his ministers, all the people were stunned, and they could not believe their eyes.

Since then, naturally no one dares to underestimate this prince, and when this prince ascended the throne and became the tenth king of Morocco, in order to commemorate his heroic story and let the people of the country always remember his grand deeds of that year, he once put the silver scimitar into the palace for the people to see.

Until one day, Morocco X became old, and he made a final decision on his deathbed, and before he died, he asked Morocco XI to bury the silver scimitar in his hand with him after his death as his funeral object.

The burial of Morocco X was a spectacular affair, with Morocco XI dispatching half of the country's army to prevent tomb robbers from visiting his father's tomb.

However, the whole Moroccan people knew that the scimitar was a treasure, and no matter how carefully Moroccan X's son Morocco XI arranged, he could not completely prevent the theft of his father's tomb.

The tomb of Morocco X was finally cleverly opened by a group of professional tomb robbers, who stole the silver scimitar from the coffin of Moroccan X.

Later, after hundreds of years of wandering, the silver scimitar ended up in an auction house in Africa.

At that time, I happened to be helping the FBI solve a homicide case, and I came to that auction by chance.

When the auctioneer told us the bidders the story, most of the bidders did not dare to bid for fear that they would cause unnecessary trouble if they got the scimitar, but I was not afraid at all, and I was a great knife lover, so I bought the scimitar for 250,000 dollars in the end.

Now I am holding in my hand the scimitar that killed the tiger in Morocco X, and whenever I think of this story, as long as I put the scimitar in my hand, I can't help but feel the blood boiling and full of passion.

At this moment, I was no longer afraid of the wolf howl in front of me. I hummed the song lightly, opened the way with my knife, and walked slowly.

After walking in the misty forest for more than twenty minutes, a field of turquoise melons fell into front of my eyes. There was also a clump of sweet potato vines next to the melon field.

At this time, I couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in my heart, and I ran with all my strength to the lush melon field.

Normally, when people are in extreme hunger, they will naturally use knives to chop vegetables and melons in the face of such a melon field.

I'm also a human being, so I can't take care of it anymore when I'm hungry, so I immediately rubbed my hands together excitedly.

After the excitement, I licked my lips, raised my kitchen knife in my hand and cut a turquoise watermelon, and then cut it open. He opened his mouth wide and ate violently.

After eating a watermelon, it was still too bitter, and I knew it was because the green watermelon was not fully ripe. I looked around and found that none of the watermelons in the field were ripe, and most of them were still in the ripening stage.

I couldn't help but sigh, then stood up, patted the dust off my shirt, and then turned and walked towards the green vine sweet potatoes next to the watermelon field.

I could only pin my last hope on those sweet potatoes, and I quickened my pace to the side of Qingteng Sweet Potato, I squatted down and slowly lowered my head, inserted the silver scimitar in my hand into the bottom of the sweet potato, and then flipped it hard to uproot one of the sweet potatoes underneath.

When I picked up the sweet potato, I couldn't help but feel a wave of ecstasy in my heart, because the sweet potato was all pink. As a rule of thumb, this pink sweet potato will ripen quite well, and it will taste extremely sweet and delicious.