The tragic death of his partner did not scare another poacher.

Doing such things all year round, their hearts are already extremely cruel, and they are by no means inferior to those murderers.

Even he had already prepared for this, looking at his companion who had been bitten off his neck, not only did he not have fear, but his eyes leaked an extremely crazy look.

I'm afraid that what he is thinking at this moment is that with one less person, he will be able to get the huge amount of money in exchange for the South China Tiger Skin alone.

Seeing that after the South China Tiger bit his companion to death, he did not pounce directly and killed himself as well.

The poacher knew immediately that the former was no longer good.

Getting up from the ground, the poacher looked down at the abrasions on his body, and then held a machete and walked step by step to the position of the South China Tiger two meters away.

"Damn, I said don't hit the skin, but hit it, it's really unlucky!"

The poachers saw the tiger bleeding from its eyes and abdomen, grumbling and not feeling the slightest sadness at the loss of its companion.

Although he is sure that the South China tiger is no longer good, this wild animal still has a certain intelligence.

And it's very fierce and cunning, who knows if it will come back to the light and give it a look?

In such a deep mountain and old forest, it is not a good thing to be injured.

What's more, he still has to take the South China Tiger out, and it's only past 4 o'clock in the morning, and he still has time.

It is the safest to wait for the vitality of the South China tiger in front of him to be reduced a little more, and it will not be able to move at all.

Therefore, the poachers chose to stand two meters in front of the South China Tiger, and waited quietly with the South China Tiger patiently.

dreaming of finishing this ticket, it won't be long before he can take the skin of the South China Tiger and get money from those rich people.

You don't have to live this kind of knife licking blood anymore.

However, just when he was immersed in daydreaming and put all his only defense on the South China Tiger, a figure had already crept behind him.

Without any pity, Luo Leng smiled coldly at the poacher's back.

Raised his foot and kicked hard at the latter's fragile waist, without any intention of showing mercy at his feet.

At this step, the poacher screamed in an instant, and staggered to the ground.

And his position was specially chosen for him by Luo Han, which happened to be within the range that the South China Tiger could get.

"I don't want to kill anyone, but your grievances are up to you."

Luo Han muttered as he looked at the kicked poacher.

The poacher who fell to the ground hadn't even realized what was sneaking up on him.

A huge mouth filled with the smell of blood had already torn his neck......

"Do all the bad things, go to hell to atone for your sins!"

Look at the poachers who were bitten off their necks and died tragically in the mouths of South China tigers.

Luo Han endured both physical and psychological discomfort, was silent for a moment, and said this sentence.

As for the South China tiger, after biting the two poachers to death, it seems that it really has no strength, and its head is on the ground, looking at the cold.

And Luo Han is also looking at the South China Tiger.

"Anyway, you are also a first-class protected animal in our country, how can you be injured by these two poachers?

Ay......

I'll go and look at your wounds, don't attack me! ”

Cautiously approaching the South China Tiger, Luo Han found that although the former's head was turning slightly with his movements, he didn't seem to have the strength to attack again.

So, the guts can be magnified a little.

Luo Han squatted at the position of the tail farthest from the mouth of the South China Tiger, and tentatively touched the tip of the guy's tail.

And such a bold move actually only made the South China Tiger let out a slight low roar from his mouth.

"Are you really dying......

Looking at the wild South China tiger that was touched by its tail and had no resistance, Luo Han's heart suddenly sank.

Summoning the courage to probe forward, Luo Han turned on the flashlight and shone it on the South China Tiger.

And by the light of the flashlight, he found out that one of the hind legs of the South China Tiger had been broken, and even the abdomen had a wound.

Rolling blood was flowing down the wound in its abdomen.

"How can I help you with such a bad injury?"

Suddenly, Luo Han borrowed the faint light of the flashlight to look at this tiger, a little familiar:

"Hey, you're not going to be the tiger you were last time!"

Luo Han carefully examined its abdomen again, and found that there was a piece of fur with a long and short color, which was indeed a little different from the surrounding one.

It's obviously shorter, and the appearance that grows out is obviously the one that was removed by the cold last time.

Luo Han brushed his hair away again, and sure enough, a crooked scar appeared in front of him.

Luo Han was happy, touched the tiger's head and sighed:

"Really, the two of us are really fated."

The blood was flowing loudly, and at this time, he didn't care about any infection or not, Luo Han took out the knife he carried with him, and simply helped it get the bullet out first.

When it was time to stitch up, Luo Han was stunned!