The tiger circled around Ye Qianning twice as if looking for a suitable attack, and Ye Qianning's footsteps moved around it, waiting for an opportunity.

"Roaring ......"

The Tiger moved.

Ye Qianning's sleeve arrow came out quickly, and his figure flew into the air and jumped above the tiger and stepped on the tiger's head, and then the figure rode on the tiger's body, and the dagger stabbed into the tiger's head.

"Whew......"

The tiger was in pain, and his huge body smashed on the ground and jumped up a few times, crashing around.

Ye Qianning held the dagger tightly, his body was dizzy from the impact, and his little hands were dead.

Sang Zhi ran over to see and was terrified.

"Whew...... Roar ......"

Howling and scurrying, Ye Qianning breathed a few breaths, and her whole body hung on the tiger, and the old tiger hit her for a long time before she saw the time and grabbed the tiger's ear with one hand.

With the help of strength, he sat on the tiger's neck again, hugged the tiger's neck and came out, and in an instant the silver wire was wrapped around the tiger's neck.

Ye Qianning let go of the dagger with his other hand and tightened it with all his might.

"Woohoo."

The tiger's neck was strangled like a headless fly.

Ye Qianning's face was a little hideous, her strength was too great, the tiger was strong, the silver threads were all trapped in her palm, and her little hands were bloody.

The movement of the tiger slammed slower and slower, and after about seven or eight minutes, the huge tiger body fell to the ground with a thud.

Convulsions all over his body, blood from his eyes, nose, mouth.

Ye Qianning still didn't dare to let go of the silver thread, until the tiger body was completely silent, she moved, and her body was lying flat next to Meng on one side, her breath was confused.

"Ye Qianning, Ye Qianning." Sang Zhi ran over and picked her up in a panic.

Ye Qianning's head was dizzy like a mess of paste, and he was a little shaken when he looked at people.

The small body is almost unbearable.

"Don't scare me, Ye Qianning, look at me, look at me." Sang Zhi hugged her, no matter how he called her, he didn't seem to hear it, and cried in fright.

Ye Qianning's vision was a little cloudy, and it took a while for her vision to clear, and when she saw Sang Zhi's crying face, her breath was a little weak: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine." ”

Sang Zhi couldn't stop his tears.

"I'm not dead yet, are you crying a little fiercely, there are tears, keep it until I die on my grave and cry again." Ye Qianning's shoulder and chest hurt, and he didn't forget to joke.

"You won't die, I won't allow you to die." Sang Zhi cried even more fiercely.

Ye Qianning pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to take out a pill from the space and ate it, and was about to get up after a few breaths of relief.

Sang Zhi helped her up and squatted down: "Come up." ”

"No, I can do it." Ye Qianning glanced at the tiger.

This thing can no longer be compared with a normal tiger, there is a smell in the blood, and the body size has grown a little excessively, like a mutation.

Animal mutations are usually caused by drugs or strange things in the environment, which cause them to be physically deformed.

The intense bloodshed in Sifang Mountain should have been caused by this tiger's mad fighting.

But there was one thing she couldn't figure out, just now the tiger came quickly from a few miles away, and it was not by chance that she met them, but for her and Sang Zhi.

The tigers have lost their rationality and cannot understand their words, how can they accurately judge their position?

If it's being manipulated, it's terrible.

"I'm carrying you on my back." Seeing that she didn't move, Sang Zhi forced his nose to urge.

Ye Qianning retracted his gaze and raised his hand to pull Sang Zhi up.

(End of chapter)