Sticking tightly to the back of the "Jungle Panther" and feeling the rhythm of the leopard's rapid march, Lao Hu was very entangled in his heart. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Although the White Tiger MM is also Tyrande Yufeng is very good to himself on weekdays, he asks for warmth and warmth, and also leaves a good impression on himself, but Hu Yu is still relatively resistant to this kind of thing as fighting with his troops, after all, nothing is as important as a small life, isn't it?

To say anxious, when he first heard the news of Tyrande's distress, Lao Hu and Illidan were in the same mood, surprised, anxious, and had a lot of worries, and hurriedly followed Illidan to the hunter's hall to inquire about the situation, but when he really wanted to ride the "Jungle Panther" to carry out the rescue, Hu Yu still retreated, although he had some combat experience, but Lao Hu still knew how many catties and taels he had: "Others didn't save them, and they did people a favor, and they became a drag oil bottle." ”

But sometimes, there are some situations where public opinion is persecuted, or they are forced to perpetuate themselves. Under the concerned and worried gaze of the elves, Lao Hu really couldn't say that he was afraid of this kind of thing, and he didn't even feel embarrassed to make excuses. Rushing the ducks to the shelves, Lao Hu hesitated on his face and got on his exclusive speed, second only to Illidan's crotch mount "Jungle Panther".

Running all the way, Illidan and his followers made their way to the jungle filled with a faint red mist, leaving behind the traces left by the scouts, but then they lost their way. Going around and around, it was almost the same jungle all around, and Illidan had the same difficulty communicating with the trees.

Illidan and Tyrande are two of the best hunters of this generation of woodland elves, like twin stars shining in the night sky, and instead of overshadowing the other's brilliance, the sparkle of one cannot overshadow the other's brilliance, but rather sets off the other better. Similar to sympathy, the two of them have more or less some feelings for each other, but neither of them has expressed their hearts to each other.

You can feel that Tyrande is around, but you can't find the right direction. Everyone was like a headless fly, and in this strange fog, even the "iron-beaked owl" with a good sense of direction was lost, and it fluttered its wings in a hurry, "whining", and felt annoyed that it could not point the way.

Lao Hu saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. The trick of discerning direction in the jungle learned in the previous life seems to have lost its effectiveness in this particular environment. Depending on the direction in which the sun rises and sets, the visibility in the fog is so low that nothing can be seen, a stick is inserted and a wooden stick is used to form a shadow, but sufficient sunlight is also a basic prerequisite, and the stars in the sky are used, but there is no such thing as a spoon-shaped Big Dipper in this damn otherworld. Lao Hu even finally thought of cutting down trees and using the method of observing annual rings to identify the direction.

Suddenly, the keen "Iron-beaked Owl" seemed to sense something, and pointed towards a place where the fog was extremely thick, and then the elves seemed to feel something, "There is a particularly strong force of nature over there, it seems to be 'Moon Well Spring Water'!" Illidan suddenly said loudly.

Lao Hu looked dazed, he was not very interested in the power of nature, he almost didn't feel anything, but he also patted the leopard's body and chased after Illidan closely.

Sure enough, only a short distance passed, and even Lao Hu saw the strangeness ahead. The darkness seemed to envelop the front again, and then there was a loud noise, and shimmering waves of magic diffused through the mist like a giant laser lamp.

Seeing this, Illidan shouted, "Speed up! Right ahead, it's Tyrande's 'Stars Falling'!" and said a fierce squeeze of the "Jungle Panther", the panther accelerated forward in pain, and Lao Hu followed closely behind.

Breaking through the last layer of fog, the first thing that caught Illidan's eyes was the falling Tyrande, and for a moment it seemed that she was the only one in the whole world, and the shadow of the falling touched his nerves. Ignoring the aftermath of "falling stars", Illidan jumped directly from the leopard to the beauty with a "flash", and stretched out his hands to protect her.

However, the fifth-order junior "Speech Wind White Tiger" under Tyrande's crotch seemed to be enchanted, and he bit Illidan like crazy, and saw that the bloody mouth was about to bite down on his left arm, Illidan immediately made a decision, rolled sideways and added "flash", and instantly came to the abdomen position of the "Speech Wind White Tiger", followed by a heavy punch. In fact, Illidan still showed mercy, knowing that this "White Tiger of Language" was Tyrande's beloved partner, and he did not kill the killer.

The "White Tiger of the Wind of Speech" was in pain, his whole body curled up, and the "whoosh" sound actually threw out the dazed Tyrande on his back far away.

"No!" Illidan was shocked when he saw this, and cast two "flickering" distance jump magic in a row, the magic power had not yet subsided, and he had no way to cast it a third time in such a short time, he could only watch Tyrande's figure streak through the air, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, another familiar figure ran out of the fog riding a leopard in a strange posture, and happened to pass by on the route of Tyrande's fall, it was Hu Yu, who arrived later!

It's too late, it's too late, Lao Hu opened his arms, imitated the chic appearance in the movie of his previous life, and hugged Tyrande in his arms. Xiangyu was full of arms, and couldn't wait for Lao Hu's aftertaste, and the sudden inertia made Lao Hu, who was already poor at riding, unable to sit steadily, turn backwards.

Holding the beauty, with a scream of "ouch", Lao Hu became a cushion of meat, and the two rolled backwards with a tight hug.

As the inertia continued to decrease, the two of them slowly stopped, but then Lao Hu felt a wet petal-like object on his lips.

Lao Hu opened his eyes and licked his lips subconsciously, but he felt a softer lip flap. It just so happened that at this time, Tyrande was awakened by the sudden impact, and at the same time opened his glasses, and the two of them looked at each other in an instant.

Feeling the pain coming from his buttocks, Hu Yu was in pain and happy. In fact, Lao Hu's face is still quite thin, although Lao Hu himself does not admit it, but he still can't help but feel worried when he is in close contact with a beautiful girl. Tyrande hurriedly controlled her soft body and forced herself to lift up, but she didn't think that she overestimated her ability, and the dizziness caused by the spell that exceeded her ability made her simply not enough to support her body, "Ah" A coquettish cry, Tyrande fell on Hu Yu's body again.

Illidan on the side was furious, and he wanted to cut Hu Yu ten thousand times.

However, he couldn't get out, and the fifth-order strength of the "White Tiger of the Wind of Speech" went berserk, on the one hand, he wanted to subdue this beast, and on the other hand, he couldn't let Tyrande's mount get hurt, and he couldn't stalemate for a while. From time to time, he glanced at Hu Yu who was lying on the ground not far away, and Illidan was disturbed by this, and he was scratched by the tiger's claws and broke his arm.

Seeing the shameless Hu Yu lying on the ground and not getting up for a long time, allowing Tyrande to slump on his body, Illidan snorted, and actually forcibly launched the passive talent of "dodging", flashed the hard blow of the "Speech Wind White Tiger", turned his palm into a knife, and slashed at the back of its head, and suddenly the "Speech Wind White Tiger" fainted.

In fact, Illidan still blames Hu Yu to some extent, Lao Hu is a shameless person, but it is not so shameless. He had a slight affection for Tyrande at best, but it was impossible to do such a brazen thing. Lao Hu was indeed stumbled because of the strong recoil, and he was overwhelmed by the sudden situation, after all, in some ways, Hu Yu was just a young man with a strong hair.

As the sun rises, the fog gradually dissipates. As the fog disappeared, imperceptibly, a dark red figure slipped away from the treetops.