A man and a tiger confronted each other in the jungle, the tiger gasped, and the blood on his neck did not splash out much, thinking that although the arrow penetrated the neck, I am afraid that it did not hurt the aorta, and it can be regarded as the luck of this beast, but when he met Zisu, his luck today should have run out.

The hunting skills of tigers are actually very simple, sneaking, pouncering, grabbing, biting, relying on the weight and speed of their bodies to win.

The tiger knew that his life was short, so he took the lead in attacking, and rushed towards Zisu again, and Zisu could smell the fishy smell of the tiger's blood in the air.

At the moment when the tiger jumped into the air, Zisu suddenly lay on the ground, and when the tiger's belly crossed in front of him, he flew up and kicked the tiger out five or six meters away, and fell heavily on the grass.

Zi Su stood up with a carp and moved his sore and numb ankles, that is, this body was born with divine power, otherwise Zi Su would not dare to hold on to such a kick.

The weight of more than 500 catties fell to the ground, and the tiger couldn't get up this time, but he didn't die just like that, staring at Zisu with a pair of tiger eyes.

Zisu went up to the position of the tiger's temple and punched it heavily, and when this punch went down, the tiger let out a final roar, completely out of breath.

Just this toss, Zi Su panted slightly, "This big guy is really hard to deal with, no wonder he is the king and hegemon in the forest." Zisu kicked the dead king of the forest twice.

Zisu wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at this big guy, a little worried, although he could get a break from five hundred catties to the town, but if such a big guy got to the town, it would be a little bigger.

"Don't worry about it for now, let's get it home and talk about it." Zisu tightened the strap tied around her waist, and bent down to resist the guy who was three laps bigger than her small body on her shoulder.

"It's really heavy!" Zisu patted the tiger's buttocks, and then turned it up again, finding a suitable position.

The weight of five hundred catties is basically the limit for Zi Su Lao, who is born with divine power.

And everyone has said that the dead seem to be heavier than the living, and of course no one dares to carry the living tiger on their shoulders.

Stopping along the way, it was already dark when he got home, this time Zikang didn't go so far, only sat at the door, and saw his sister coming back from afar, so he hurriedly greeted him.

"Sister, why did you come back, I'm worried, sister, this, this is a tiger?" Xiao Zikang just wanted to go over and take his sister's hand, and when he saw this behemoth carrying on his sister's body, he was a little speechless for a while.

"Don't open the door yet, I'm going to be unable to carry it." Zisu also gritted his teeth and persisted.

It's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, there are trees and grass on the road, and there is no less trouble for Zisu, who is already tired when he carries it to the house, and Zisu, who is already tired, is panting, and sweat flows down his sideburns.

"Sister, come in." Xiao Zikang opened the firewood door of the house with his hands and feet.

This thing is eye-catching, and Zisu didn't want to be too different in the village, so he directly carried the tiger, the tiger in Xiao Zikang's mouth, directly into the house.

"Boom" fell to the ground, and he didn't spare the precious tiger blood.

"Sister, hurry up and wipe your face, don't attract the cold." There is warm water on the stove at home, and Xiao Zikang has already wrung out a clean cloth towel to wipe his sister's sweat first.

"It's still Kang'er's sister." Zisu said with a smile.

Xiao Zikang's eyes were a little straight, "What are you looking at?" Zisu ruffled his brother's hair.