There is a popular saying on the Internet: flowers are different from each other.

Of course, the scope of this sentence could be much larger - animals are also different from animal to animal.

Su Qingwu grew up in Yanjing and went to Yanjing Zoo a lot. In her memory, the tigers there lay lazily there every day, basking in the sun motionlessly, and when it was time to eat, the keeper would bring fresh raw meat, and then they would start eating, and after eating, they would continue to lie there and sleep.

But the scene in front of me was much bloodier than in the zoo.

Tearing, chewing, and even hearing the sound of bones being bitten off - the tigers here are free, they don't have to be kept in cages, waiting for the keeper to carry a tin bucket to feed them, they come out to hunt when they are hungry, and when they catch the prey, they swallow the belt bones and blood together, and they eat the front legs first if they want to eat the front legs, and the hind legs eat the hind legs first.

Wildness - Su Qingwu suddenly figured out that this is wildness, the wildness closest to nature, and it is also the instinct that animals should have.

She now finally knew why Yan Murong's personality was so peculiar - if anyone lived in this wild mountain village for a few years, they would return to their roots.

Of course, the so-called return to the basics is not about cultivating the Tao and becoming an immortal once a day. Rather, it is a process of returning to nature, to human nature.

Compared with here, the prosperous Yanjing is a large cage made of cement and steel, and after a long time, people have lost the wildness they should have - they don't shout tired when they are tired, they can't sleep when they're sleepy, they can't even cry at the top of their throats when they are wronged, and they have to deal with everyone and everything with a smile every day.

Suddenly, Su Qingwu began to envy Yan Murong and envy him for being able to live without scruples and without caring about anything. You can eat when you want, sleep when you want, and hit whoever provokes him.

"Shall we go?" The arrow in Dong Wuyan's hand had already hit the string, and he touched Su Qingwu, who was in a daze, with his shoulder and asked.

"Huh? Walk? Su Qingwu came back to his senses, glanced at Yan Murong, who was standing in place and watching the tiger eat, a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head and said. He doesn't go, and neither do I. ”

The deer was not big in the first place, or maybe the tiger had been hungry for a long time, so he actually ate half of it in one go, and then he stretched out his bloodshot red tongue, pawed his paws, and then raised his head and looked at Yan Murong who was looking at it.

"Roar—"

Raising its head, the tiger let out a low roar, as if announcing to Yan Murong that this was its territory, and as if to show that Yan Murong was very unhappy watching it eat.

"What's it called?" Yan Murong rubbed his ears and said angrily. "It's only been a few months since I left, and I've forgotten who I am, so I don't need to clean it up, right?"

It's a pity that the tiger can't understand human words, and he doesn't understand what Yan Murong is talking about at all, and when he saw Yan Murong standing there, he took a step and walked towards Yan Murong.

Seeing the tiger approaching him, Yan Murong not only did not run, but walked towards the tiger, making the two women in the distance roll their eyes.

One person and one tiger stood still less than five meters apart, staring at each other, their eyes flashing with a cold killing intent.

The tiger thought that this human had invaded its territory, and that it was going to bite this human to death and defend the dignity of the king of beasts.

Yan Murong thought that after being away for a few months, he ran out of a tiger that didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he wanted to beat this tiger and regain the status of the first brother of Xingfu Mountain.

After looking at each other for a long time, the tiger let out a low roar, kicked its limbs on the ground, and pounced on Yan Murong.

"Roar—"

There was another deafening roar, but this time it was not the tiger that roared, but Yan Murong.

This roar not only startled the two women, but even the tiger that was running towards Yan Murong quickly was stunned, and pounced on Yan Murong's figure.

After such a momentary pause, Yan Murong moved, and the whole person was like a bolt of lightning, quickly rushing towards the tiger, taking advantage of the moment when the tiger was stunned, his feet kicked on the ground, his body jumped violently, and then rode on the tiger steadily.

"Roar—"

Feeling the heaviness on his back, the tiger reacted, and took advantage of his own stunned time to be ridden by this man who seemed to have a long history.

As the saying goes, a tiger's butt can't be touched – and in the same way, a tiger's back can't be ridden.

As the king of beasts, the overlord of the forest, and the first brother of the animal kingdom, how could it be willing to be ridden by a weak human?

As a result, the tiger let out a furious roar, turned around and bit Yan Murong who was riding on his back.

"Sample, it's the other way around." Yan Murong saw that the tiger dared to resist, and immediately became furious, his legs tightly clamped the tiger's body, and one hand grabbed its furry ears and pressed it down hard, the tiger's bite was considered a failure.

Then the tiger made any more counterattacks, Yan Murong's other hand was raised, clenched into a fist, and smashed into the tiger's head with one punch.

"Whew-"

Yan Murong Yan Murong smashed with a punch, the tiger suddenly let out a cry of pain, and his body began to shake, obviously, Yan Murong's sandbag-sized fist smashed down, and it had already smashed it a little dizzy.

Taking advantage of its illness to kill it, Yan Murong had already understood this truth this year ago.

So, while the tiger had not yet recovered its strength, Yan Murong's fists were like raindrops, crackling and falling on the tiger's huge head.

No matter what kind of creature it is, a heavy blow to the head will cause vertigo, and this tiger is already dizzy at this time, and a circle of small stars in front of the two copper bell-sized eyes is spinning, and the head is also buzzing, and then, it falls to the ground with a pop.

"Bang-"

"Let you call me."

"Bang-"

"Let's just say you're new, and you have to know who's the boss."

While screaming, Yan Murong's fist also crackled and landed on the tiger's head, the tiger was so dizzy that he couldn't resist, so he could only lie down and let out a cry of "woo", and then, the sound became smaller and smaller, and then he kicked his legs, and there was no movement at all.

Seeing that the tiger couldn't die anymore, Yan Murong rolled down from the tiger, rubbed his fists that were a little numb, looked at the two women who were already standing on the spot not far away, grinned, showed a neat little white tooth and smiled at the two women, compared to a rather brainless scissor hand, and smiled proudly. "Well, trust me now."