Song Xing never believed in ghost stories, and he just talked about it casually, but he didn't expect to scare the little girl in front of him who was not afraid of heaven and earth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing her trembling there, I felt a little unbearable, leaned against the big stone, sat down slowly, and said, "Little girl, you can sleep well, I will sit here and not go anywhere." ”

The night breeze was cool, and I didn't know whether it was cold or frightened, Wanyan Wulu's little face turned pale, shook his head gently, moved his body over, and snuggled up to Song Xing's side, only in this way could she have the greatest sense of security.

The two of them sat like this, a fire was burning in front of them, and the firelight was reflected on Wanyan Wulu's face, white and red, looking particularly charming, and the little bird snuggled up to Song Xing's side like a human.

The night was quiet, neither of them spoke, neither of them wanted to break the tranquility, and Song Xing only occasionally moved his body and added some dead branches to the fire.

Time passed bit by bit, and when it was almost the third watch, the horse suddenly became restless, and Song Xing didn't understand what was going on, but Wanyan Wulu's face began to change, "Little Nanban, it is estimated that the tiger is coming." ”

"Tiger?" I was really afraid of something, Song Xing almost bounced up from the ground, holding a sharp arrow in his hand, pulling Wanyan Wulu behind him, his eyes staring straight ahead of the darkness.

Wanyan Wulu took out his bow and arrows, unwilling to let Song Xing take risks, and came to the front in a flash, bending his bow and arrows, "Xiao Nanban, you don't know martial arts, when I fight with the tiger, you can ride the little red horse and run as far as you want." ”

When danger came, Wanyan Wulu, who was afraid of ghosts, returned to his usual calm, Song Xing was born under the red flag, grew up under the red flag, and accepted the idea that there were fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers, and fifty-six nationalities as one family.

Chinese men are born to protect Chinese women, whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, this kind of thinking can be said to be deep-rooted, and he pulled Wanyan Wulu behind him, and said in a rough voice: "Before the man dies, women will stand back for me." ”

Song Xing's words were a little rough, so rough that Yan Wulu didn't react at all, just stood behind him stupidly, looking at Song Xing's tall back stupidly, his nose was so sour that he almost burst into tears.

The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, this is true, as the hunting wind gets closer and closer, a big tiger with a hanging gold and white forehead is roaring towards this side at a whirlwind speed.

When passing by the bamboo array, the mechanism was inevitably touched, and suddenly five or six sharpened bamboo tubes shot out with a sharp breaking sound, shooting towards the tiger in waves.

Song Xing's calculation was in place, at least three of the six bamboo tubes hit the tiger's body, and one of them was nailed to the tiger's buttocks, and a wisp of blood rushed out.

The tiger's butt can't be touched, although Song Xing's bamboo array is cleverly calculated, but the power of the bamboo tube can only shoot the tiger but not shoot, he did this, originally wanted to scare them away even if he couldn't shoot the beasts.

As a result, it backfired, and the crazy tiger didn't care about the scars on his body at all, and roared and pounced towards the cover, and when Wanyan Wulu saw this, he suddenly flashed out from behind Song Xing, and two arrows shot out with a whoosh.

Both arrows were shot at the tiger's head, but did not pierce the skull, but only suffered a skin wound, which, instead of working, angered the tiger even more.

Seeing this, Song Xing once again pulled Wanyan Wulu behind him, followed by a pull of rattan, and the bamboo poles that were originally bent suddenly rebounded back and hit the tails of their respective arrows.

It's a pity that the tail of the arrow is narrow, the bamboo pole loses its accuracy in the process of rebounding, and the arrow shot has no sense of direction, although the swishing sound does not stop, but the five or six arrows shot are not shot on the tiger's body.

All hopes were pinned on the golden knife tied to the bamboo tube, and according to the experience just now, when the bamboo pole rebounded, it was far more accurate to hit the bamboo tube than to hit the tail of the arrow.

At this moment, Song Xing could only make a desperate bet, pulling Wanyan Wulu to the back of the golden knife, hiding Wanyan Wulu behind him, and trying to narrow the range of the target to attract tigers.

At the same time, in his left hand he pulled a mechanism made of rattan, while in his right hand he had already held the short spear in his hand, hidden in the wide sleeves of his coat, revealing a swarthy muzzle, and if the golden knife did not work, then the only way to use it was to use the gun.

In order to injure someone, the tiger must go over the cover in front of it and rush forward for some distance to reach the two, which is just right for a pistol shot.

The tiger was also smart, after walking back for a distance, he suddenly turned the tiger's head, rushed wildly, and when he was about a foot away from the cover, he swooped forward, soared into the air, and pounced straight towards Song Xing.

"Die!" Song Xing kept staring at the tiger, and when he saw it swooping in, he calculated the distance, released the mechanism, and the bamboo pole quickly bounced back and hit the bamboo tube above.

"Whoosh!"

The bamboo tube pushed the golden knife into the tiger's throat without allowing it to be released, and then a silver light drove straight in, and it sank into the tiger's head like a practice, and the tip of the spear pierced out from the other side, and a little blood dripped from the tip of the spear, and the blood was red and bloody.

At the same time, a black hunting fork shot like lightning, stuck in the tiger's right neck, and the blood sprayed wildly, which looked particularly shocking in the firelight.

Between the lightning and flint, there were three sharp weapons from different angles into the tiger's body, this tiger even if it had ten lives can not help but carry, as the silver spear was drawn, it suddenly fell from the air, fell heavily to the ground, splashing the sky full of dust.

Yang Zaixing withdrew the silver spear, the fire shone on his face, looking particularly heroic, his eyes were not staring at Song Xing, but at the young man in animal skin who slowly walked from the darkness.

When Wanyan Wulu saw that person, he flew over like a swallow skimming the water, and said aggrievedly: "Fourth brother, you are finally here!" ”

The person who came was the fourth son of Wanyan Agu, the fourth prince of the character, I saw him with a blue face, and snorted coldly at Wanyan Wulu, who was shocked and undecided: "Nonsense!" ”

Wanyan Wulu didn't speak, she grimaced at him, pulled Wanyan Wushu's arm, and rushed over to this side, she wanted to introduce Song Xing to her most respected fourth brother as quickly as possible.

Song Xing didn't expect Yang Zaixing to follow him here, walked out from behind the bunker, and said in surprise: "Brother Yang, why are you here?" ”

"I came in search of horse tracks, but fortunately I came in time." When Yang Zaixing was saying this, he suddenly saw the golden knife at the tiger's throat, and said with a smile, "Even if it is not timely, Brother Song is in danger." ”

At this time, Wanyan Wushu also walked over to this side, and also saw the golden knife at the throat of the tiger, and then looked at the weak scholar in front of him who had not grown up, and finally fell on those bunkers.

Seeing that these bunkers seemed to be placed randomly, I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't say anything wrong, and I was stunned there.

Seeing this, Song Xing glanced at Yang Zaixing.

Yang Zaixing understood, swept the spear, and suddenly swept those bunkers into chaos, "Brother Song, do you really think that you can block the tiger with these broken bamboo tubes?" Fortunately, there is this girl's golden knife, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

There are only two people here, Song Xing and Wan Yan Wulu, this golden knife is not Song Xing's, naturally it is the girl's, came to the tiger, stretched out his hand to pull out the golden knife, and handed it to Wan Yan Wulu.

After Yan Wulu untied a piece of silk cloth from his waist and wiped the blood stains on the knife clean, he inserted the golden knife into the scabbard.

Wanyan Wushu came to Song Xing's face, put his hand across his chest, leaned forward slightly, and said, "Wanyan Wushu, I don't know what to call the two of you?" ”

Song Xing arched his hand at him and said with a smile: "In Xia Song Xing, this is Yang Zaixing, a white horse and a silver spear." ”

"Good kung fu!" Just now in the dark, Wanyan Wushu saw Yang Zaixing make a move, and he really admired his marksmanship, and as soon as Song Xing finished introducing it, he praised it there.

"It's easy to say, Brother Wanyan's martial arts are also not bad!" The fork that finished Yan Wushu just now was also vigorous and heavy, and it should not be underestimated, and Yang Zaixing's words did not mean to compliment.

While speaking, Wu Hu carried the drum urn and the golden hammer, and Ma Kuo walked quickly to the field with a bow, and saw that Song Xing was safe and sound, so he breathed a long sigh of relief.