The tiger let out a low growl and slowly retreated, but its eyes remained staring at me motionlessly, as if waiting for an opportunity. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The knife was held tightly in my hand, and to be honest, it was not difficult to deal with this tiger now, as long as I concentrated on attacking its vital points and seriously injured it in other parts of it as I did just now, it would be consumed alive by me sooner or later.

He Min'er hid behind the big rock, poking her head out from time to time to observe the battle situation.

There was a melancholy look on his face, and his voice was a little nervous: "Wen Xiao, how are you, this tiger looks so fierce." ”

"It's just a façade." I threw a handsome look, He Min'er is indeed a beauty, although I don't like her so much, but it is the responsibility and obligation of every beautiful man to be handsome in front of a beautiful woman.

"Beware!" Just when I was triumphant and pretending to be forced, He Min'er shouted.

The shout pulled me back from the edge of the cliff, and I immediately focused on dealing with the tiger.

Roar!

The tiger's neck turned, and he let out a roar that was even more violent than before. Because of its roar, all the pine leaves on the woods were blown up, and they were scattered towards me.

The windswept wind, wrapped in leaves, made people dare not open their eyelids completely.

When the view was blocked, a blue-veined figure behind the tornado was rushing towards him with his mouth wide open.

The knife spun around in front of me, leaving a silver arc, and then pulled its long tail like a comet through the tornado, stabbing the tiger in the back.

I jumped backwards to dodge the tornado, and the knife had pierced through the tornado to the middle of the tiger's forehead.

The tornado blocked my view, but it also blocked the tiger's view, and because of this, when it found that silver light, the tiger could no longer stop teaching, and the great inertia prompted it to lean forward.

Roar!

Roaring, with a little tragedy and unwillingness. The tornado hit the boulder where He Min'er was hiding, and it exploded immediately, because it was vast.

Ignoring the smoke behind me, I walked straight to the tiger that had fallen to the ground. There was a bloody hole in his forehead, and a little silver light was still left in it, and a stream of blood flowed out of the hole in his forehead.

The tiger was not yet dead, and let out a low, miserable roar, and there was a death sorrow in its eyes, perhaps it also knew that it was certain to die.

He Min'er was still a little scared, trembling like a frightened little white rabbit, hiding behind me: "Is it going to die?" ”

"Yes." My voice has no temperature and doesn't need temperature.

As soon as I stretched out my hand, the silver light galloped out of the tiger's forehead, sending out a splash of blood. I pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the blood from the knife, the tiger was already dying.

"Let's go." I threw away the tissue and walked to the other side of the woods without looking back.

"What about the tiger?" He Min'er followed, turning back from time to time, and seemed a little unbearable.

"Why are you going to bury it and erect a monument to it?" I replied disappreciatively: "Jungle thing, this is the most decent way to die." ”

"Oh, really?" He Min'er seemed to disagree with me a little, and I didn't say much, just moved on without saying a word.

The further you go, the thicker and thicker the trees become, the more lush the foliage, and the more profound the freshness they exude.

There was also more green grass on the ground, all unknown weeds, and occasionally one or two bloomed.

"Wow, that's beautiful." He Min'er walked to the front at some point and let out an exclamation. I saw her stretching her arms and tilting her head, looking very enjoyable.

I followed, curious what she saw.

A clearing, with no trees, is lush with ankle-high weeds. However, they all bloom with a variety of flowers, red, green, yellow, orange, blue, purple, and all kinds of colors.

"Wow, look, this flower is so beautiful." He Min'er walked into the open space, the flowers were dense, and she carefully stepped down for fear of stepping on the flowers.

She squatted down and stroked a cluster of flowers, which were no more than the knees, the leaves were pointed and long, two or three main trunks, and on each trunk hung a bunch of flowers that looked like small bells, each of which was no bigger than the size of the little finger and a little smaller, plain white, and looked extremely quiet and elegant.

I also walked carefully in the clearing, and a flower caught my eye.

It was a flower only about twenty centimeters high, with palm-sized green oval leaves underneath, five or six, with four main stems growing in the middle, about the thickness of chopsticks, stretching in four different directions, bending in an arc, and there was only one flower on each main stem, and the color on each main stem was different, which were blue, purple, pink, and red, and the flower city was trumpet-shaped, with small curly stamens, and there were no extra small leaves on the main stem.

"You like this flower?" He Min'er huddled around me, looked at me, looked at the flowers.

How did this flower grow here? Isn't this a lifeless flower unique to the Divine Realm? Legend has it that the four colors of this flower represent different meanings, cyan represents life, purple represents talent, pink represents opportunity, red represents growth, when one picks one of them, the other three branches will immediately wither, the one you choose is the most lacking representative of life, plucked at the full moon, ground into powder, with the corresponding enhancement of what you lack.

But this kind of words only grows in the divine realm, it needs to be full of spiritual power, and it is said that there are other effects, but I don't know, how can such an ordinary mountain grow such a flower?

"No, it's just weird, there are four colors." I smiled slightly, not saying what was in my mind.

He Min'er reached out to pick it up, "Yes, it's so interesting." ”

She plucked the cyan flower, and I didn't stop her, because I wanted to see if it was a lifeless flower.

As soon as the cyan flowers break away from the main stem, the other three flowers immediately wither and turn yellow.

"Ah, how did it wither?" He Min'er's face was full of shock, and she saw that the cyan flowers in her hand were still bright, but the other three flowers had withered. "What's going on?"

He Min'er stood up and looked at me, as if hoping I could answer.

This is really a lifeless flower, I didn't hear her question clearly, just looked at the cyan flower in her hand. Cyan represents life, and what is chosen is what is lacking. Could it be that He Min'er is a short-lived person?

I didn't say it, but when I looked at her, I felt more tender, "I don't know, I don't know, let's go." ”

A breeze blew, and a fragrance filled the clearing, I didn't feel the fragrance just now, but this blowing wind, the fragrance was very strong.

"It smells so good." He Min'er opened her arms again, enjoying the pleasure of the scent, which made my nerves relax and feel extremely relaxed.

Like a fairyland on earth, He Min'er rotated him in the clearing, the twin peaks on his chest kept jumping because of her movement, and his graceful posture was coveted.

He Min'er indulged in the stimulation of the scent and began to take off her coat, wanting to penetrate every inch of her skin.