Chapter 120: A Moment of Life and Death in the Tiger's Mouth
There is no time to think, and at the moment of life and death, all judgments are made instantaneously. The tiger had already begun to move, emerging from the grass and slowly walking towards them, but it was afraid and only walked slowly.
Mingyun knew in her heart that the reason why the tiger didn't pounce at this time was because she was afraid of the bow in her hand, but she couldn't stalemate for too long just with this bow, and once she was killed, no one was sure to stop it. She doesn't know if the fireworks and arrows she sent out have worked, and she can't say when the helpers will arrive, the forest is so dense, even if you know the general direction, it is not so easy to find for a while.
The guard blocked in front of her and Qing Yue, and said, "Gongsun, take the little gentleman away!" β
Mingyun: "Guard! β
The guard laughed dryly, licked his lips and replied simply, he said: "Gongsun, my subordinate is a humble life, my life is not valuable, if it is used to fight for the two of you, it is just right, anyway, as long as one of you has an accident, I can't survive, it is better to fight to change a future." β
Mingyun said: "Okay! Then I will promise you a fortune. Before that, you have to do one thing. Mingyun's arrow was aimed at the tiger's neck.
"It's a death left and right, Gongsun, you can do whatever you want." The guard said.
Mingyun tightened his hand holding the bow, and said in a deep voice, "Lead it away." β
The guard's hand holding the sword also tightened, gritted his teeth, and said, "What should my subordinates do?" β
Mingyun said: "Walk towards it, get his attention, and run towards the west." The moment it pounces on you, I'll shoot an arrow at his neck. But I can't guarantee that I'll be hit, and if I do, there's no guarantee that I'll die, so-"
The guard said: "Understand, wealth and danger are sought, if the little one has a life, Gongsun, don't forget what you promised me." With that, he began to stride forward with his sword in hand, with determination on his face.
The tiger stooped down, bared its teeth and purred menacing threats from its throat.
The guard threw a bag of money in his arms at the tiger and shouted, "Beast! Come on! β
The tiger was visibly enraged, roared wildly, and pounced out of the woods.
The guards also yelled and ran west as agreed.
The king of beasts, if he doesn't move, he will be galloping. The tiger swooped down at lightning speed, knocking the guard to the ground in an instant, a bloody mouth that smelled of fish, and seemed to be about to approach the guard's neck.
"Boom-boom-boom-" The sound of iron-headed feather arrows breaking through the air came.
"Whewββ!" The tiger crouched on the guard's body let out a howl of pain, two long arrows stuck deep in its back. The tiger was furious after eating the pain, and the fierce eyes like copper bells looked in the direction where the feather arrow was fired, let go of the guard, and let out an extremely angry roar towards Mingyun.
In the end, it was still a little off, Mingyun didn't have time to think about anything else, and said to Zhai Qingyue: "Qingyue, run!" β
Zhai Qingyue was already in a state of confusion, and when he heard this order, he subconsciously moved.
At the same time, Mingyun shot feather arrows at the tiger continuously. The guards also got up and slashed with their swords. The belly and back were attacked by the enemy, and the tiger was also extremely angry. The guard's arm was wounded in the blow just now, and it was dripping with blood. The bloody qi stimulated the tiger even more, making it more and more manic.
The tiger's physique was already strong, and he went crazy again, and the guards soon fell behind, and without noticing, the tiger tore off half of his left arm, and the bronze sword was thrown far away.
At this time, the tiger was like a hedgehog, and there were at least six or seven feathered arrows deeply inserted on its back, and even one was shot on the side of its neck, but the arrow was not deep enough, although there was a lot of bleeding, but it was impossible to kill for a while.
Thankfully, however, due to severe injuries, its movement has begun to slow down.
The quiver was empty.
Mingyun pulled out the dagger pinned to her waist, and she rushed at the tiger who was biting the guard, aiming at the back of the tiger's neck.
The tiger saw her, roared, and one jumped up and slapped Mingyun to the ground with the tiger's claws, Mingyun's shoulder was scratched by the sharp tiger claws, and the flesh turned out. Mingyun rolled around on the ground, facing the door down.
The tiger pressed against her, its bloody mouth wide open.
This situation is very bad, Mingyun clearly remembers what his father once said: "In front of fierce beasts, you must not expose your back." β
The body was suppressed, and Mingyun was a little desperate. Are you really going to die here, no, I'm a little unwilling! She was waiting for the moment when she was pierced in the throat by the tiger's fangs, and sincerely prayed to the heavens that someone would come to her rescue, after all, no one wanted to die if she was alive.
The tiger's mouth was bloody and hot, and she even felt the sharp fangs touch the back of her neck.
Perhaps God heard her prayers.
"Huh-" A sharp sound of a crossbow arrow breaking through the air came, followed by the sound of a crossbow arrow breaking into the flesh, on the tiger's neck, deep. The tiger let out a low roar and twitched.
"Ah Yun!" Zhao Ji roared and pulled the crossbow machine again.
Another arrow went deep into the tiger's neck. Although the tiger is fierce, no matter how strong the ** is, it can't withstand the baptism of iron weapons. It tried to flee back into the jungle, but it didn't take a few steps before it staggered, stumbling a few steps before finally falling.
Zhao Ji was quenched on the arrow.
Mingyun had injuries on her body, and she struggled to get up, and because of the pain, her fingers dug tightly into the dirt.
"Ah Yun!" Zhao Ji ran to Mingyun anxiously, squatted down, and carefully held Mingyun in his arms.
"Sister Jun!" Behind Zhao Ji, Zhai Qingyue also ran over with a crying voice.
Mingyun was injured by the tiger, her clothes were torn by tiger claws, three deep claw marks on her snow-white shoulders, and bright red blood was dripping down the wound.
Zhao Ji looked at it and felt a deep sense of distress.
"Ah Yun, Ah Yun! You okay? How are you? β
Mingyun's face turned white, and he actually laughed, looked at Zhao Ji and said, "I thought I was going to die." β
Zhao Ji frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense! β
Zhai Qingyue wiped his tears on the side, kept wiping the backs of his two hands, and kept saying while crying: "I'm sorry, sister, it's all my fault, whether you hurt or not, it's all my fault." "He was really frightened, and his little face was still miserable and white.
Mingyun closed his eyes and scolded: "What are you crying about, I'm not dead yet." Shut your mouth and let me be quiet. β
Zhai Qingyue immediately covered his mouth obediently, but the tears still flowed down.
Mingyun's wound is still bleeding and must be treated immediately.
Zhao Ji needed a clean cloth, but his coat had been stained with outside dust, so he took off his coat, tore his middle coat into strips of cloth, covered Mingyun's wound, and covered Mingyun with his coat.
"Ah Yun bear with me first, and I'll help you bandage your wounds immediately." Zhao Ji said.
The wound was very painful, and Mingyun's brow was tied in a knot. She asked, "Is the guard alright?" He was badly wounded. β
Zhao Ji also frowned and said, "I have become like this, and I still have time to care about others." He's fine. β
Mingyun glanced back at him. As soon as the severed arm was cut off on the ground, a large pool of blood gushed out, although someone was bandaging the guard, but after all, it was in such a bloody state. Mingyun then asked rhetorically: "Are you sure he's okay?" β
Zhao Ji said: "I can't die for a while." He gently pulled back Mingyun's head and said, "Don't move, the bleeding has just stopped!" β
The wound on Mingyun's shoulder was quite deep, the skin and flesh were turned out, and there were several cloth towels used to stop the bleeding, which were crimson, and Zhai Qingyue was crying and didn't dare to look at it.
Because of the need to clean up the soil sticking to the wound simply, Zhao Ji was very light and careful when bandaging Mingyun, so he would ask from time to time: "Does it hurt?" "Does it hurt? At first, Mingyun would reply to his words, and endured to say that it didn't hurt, but when she asked too much, she bit her lower lip impatiently and said, "Anyway, it will hurt, can you move quickly?" No, I'll do it myself. β
Zhao Ji asked, "Are you sure?" β
Mingyun urged: "Hurry up, hurry up." β
Zhao Ji's hand to clean the wound increased a little harder, and the rough soil particles scratched across the wound, and a sharp pain struck, and Mingyun immediately howled: "Ahββ! She bared her little white teeth in pain, and then glared at Zhao Ji with half-squinted eyes, and said angrily: "Won't you be lighter!" β
Zhai Qingyue cried beside him: "Brother Aji, can't you be lighter?" Then he couldn't help but cry again, loud and energetic.
Zhao Ji shook his head and sighed: "Hey, it's really hard to serve." β
When going down the mountain, Mingyun insisted on walking by himself.
"My shoulder hurts, and my leg isn't lame, so I don't need your help." She covered her wounds and walked stubbornly on the winding and rugged mountain roads, her forehead covered with fine sweat, and she bit her lip fiercely between her teeth.
Zhao Ji followed behind her to protect. It's obviously a white face, but he insists on being strong. On the way, he met a wild purple tree, reached out to break a sturdy long branch, plucked off the small branch and the thinner tip, handed it to Mingyun's palm, and whispered in her ear: "The mountain road is not easy to walk, use this, don't fall." β
Mingyun is really a girl who can't afford to lose her face. She looked at the long branch, thought about her stupidity when she was holding it, and refused, "No. β
Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows again and asked, "Really don't need it?" β
Mingyun said without looking back: "I said I could." Then he muttered in a low voice, "I don't see that this is a lot of words." β
Zhao Ji heard it in his ears, smiled secretly, and saw that she was stepping on a piece of gravel and was a little unstable, so he hurriedly reached out and grabbed her body from behind, and said, "Eh, be careful." β
Zhao Ji's voice was low, and it was close to Mingyun's ears, and those eyes as deep and clear as black jade were looking at her. Mingyun suddenly felt that her cheeks were hot, and for the first time in her life, she had embarrassing thoughts. She quickly missed her eyes, pursed her lips, and tilted her head rather uncomfortably.