"Son, what's wrong with you? Woo, son, what are you going to do when you're dead, daddy......"

A heart-rending cry echoed in the mountains and forests, interrupting the joy of the people of Shenshu Village at once.

This mountain forest is full of people from Shenshu Village and Xiashan Village, and when the tiger comes down, many people have no time to dodge, and several people are bitten and scratched.

The people of Shenshu Village patronized to celebrate the death of the tiger, but they forgot that the tiger had just been witnessed.

The miserable cry made everyone feel anxious, and they ran towards the cry.

"Son...... My son ......"

I saw an old man, leaning over a bloody man and weeping bitterly.

The bloody man's neck was almost bitten off, his face was so bloody that he couldn't see his true face, and what was even more terrifying was that one leg was bitten off and thrown into the grass next to him.

Such a terrifying scene makes people shudder at a glance.

"Uncle Han......" Xia Qingpi shouted.

Only then did the people of Shenshu Village know that the blood man was from Xiashan Village and was the cousin of Xia Qinghe's man.

"The Han family is ...... now" An eldest brother sitting near the bloody man, bleeding from his leg, grabbed the soil on the ground and sprinkled the wound to try to stop the bleeding, and said, "There are two children at home, what can the old man's daughter-in-law do if he goes." ”

After speaking, he sighed.

When the old man heard this, he cried even more miserably!

The people of Shenshu Village looked compassionate, and at the same time they were glad that it was not themselves who were bitten by the tiger.

Alas, there is no whole corpse in the dead.

Sitting on the ground were villagers from Xiashan Village, several of whom had broken arms, bleeding legs, and abrasions on their faces......

With palpitations on their faces, they looked at the bloody people on the ground in horror, and some even vomited on the spot, or cried quietly.

More people had a smile on their faces, thankfully the injuries on their bodies were not fatal.

Zhang Yangjing and Wu Langzhong have been following the Tiger Fighting Team of Shenshu Village, and since the villagers are not injured, their roles have become dispensable.

At this time, in the Tiger Fighting Team in Xiashan Village, it came in handy.

Village Chief Zhao and the village chief of Xiashan Village took a face-to-face look, not daring to show that the tiger was killed by the father and son of the Bai family in this village.

First, he expressed sympathy for the injured villagers, and then waved his hand and organized the villagers to help the two doctors bandage their wounds and rescue the wounded.

Bai Muban took Bai Dazhuang and Bai Zhaomei to cut down trees on the spot and helped make a stretcher.

The father and son of the Bai family saw the bloody man on the ground, and his emotions were more complicated than others.

If it weren't for the tiger hitting Bai Dazhuang's hoe, the bloody man lying on the ground would be a white plank.

Look at the old man who cried until he was angry, the white plank couldn't stop trembling, if he was bitten to death by a tiger, what would his old mother and daughter-in-law cry about, and the little girl, who would support her in the future.

White Plank walked over to the bloody man, enduring fear and vomiting. He took off his coat, wet his clothes with water from the kettle, and scrubbed the bloody man's face little by little.

Bai Dazhuang and Bai Zhaomei trembled and squatted beside their father, one pouring water and the other helping to scrub.

There were a few young and bold people in Shenshu Village, who went to the grass to help carry the bitten leg and scrub it clean.

The bloody man's father saw the half of the tiger's torn leg, and his eyes rolled and fainted.

was helped up by everyone and carried to the flat ground, Wu Langzhong carried the medicine box to give him injections.

The old man woke up slowly, and the head of Xiashan Village breathed a sigh of relief.

The two men in the family were folded into the mountains, and he had to be beaten into a sieve by the Han family.

"Alas, the Han family is not easy to mess with, maybe why make a fuss." The village chief of Xiashan Village said to Zhao Defu with a sad face, and then said, "I heard that the tiger was killed by your villagers. ”

Village Chief Zhao was a little proud, but he didn't dare to show it, pointed to the Bai family's father and son, and said, "The tiger was killed by their father and son." ”

The head of Xiashan Village looked at the Bai family's father and son with mixed emotions and said, "At first glance, it is a kind family. ”

Bloody people, who are not related to each other, are also scrubbed and cleaned up.

"What? Wu Langzhong, can my uncle ask you for something? Bai Muban raised his head, beckoned to Wu Langzhong, and begged, "Can you connect the leg of this Han family's descendant?" ”

Wu Langzhong: "......"

He didn't take the leg, let alone the dead man's leg.

People are dead, what's the point of not connecting legs.

Bai Dazhuang said softly: "It's miserable enough to be bitten to death by a tiger, and I don't have a complete body anymore, and I won't be able to live in the ground." ”

Wu Langzhong hesitated to carry the medicine box, and was about to nod, Zhang Yangjing just bandaged a person's arm and stood up, and said first: "I'll come!" ”

After Han Dalang's legs were connected, Village Chief Zhao assigned a few strong young men to hold the Han family's father and help carry his breathing son home.

A few young adults simply agreed.

The villagers of Shenshu Village were not injured, and the intimidation brought by the tiger disappeared with the tiger being killed, and the villagers returned to their energetic spirits.

Compared with the villagers of Xiashan Village, where most of them were injured, Village Chief Zhao secretly congratulated Shenshu Village in his heart for its good luck. Thinking of the day of departure, the ghost fan forced the little girl of the old Bai family to say a few auspicious words to everyone, could it be true?

The village chief of Xiashan Village saw that the villagers of Shenshu Village were all neat, and then looked at his own side, one of them died, countless injuries were injured, and the whole village was embarrassed.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, there is no way, the gods and Buddhas are all standing in Shenshu Village.

Should Zhao Defu be luckier than himself?

In the snow disaster that year, there was no disaster in Shenshu Village in the entire Nanguan Town, and this time the tiger was the credit of Shenshu Village......

Envy, jealousy, hatred, can't compare.

"The people in your village are all neat." The head of Xiashan Village sighed.

"Luck, luck." Village Chief Zhao said cautiously.

Luck shone on the Divine Tree Village, and they went down to the mountain village to fall into blood and bad luck.

Village Chief Zhao smiled silently.

After everyone rested, they went down the mountain one after another.

Bai Zhaomei looked at the crowd and asked Xie Xiaolian, "Where is my master?" ”

it!

Xie Xiaolian slapped his head, yes, Xie Xiaolian.

Seeing Xie Xiaolian's stunned face, Bai Zhaomei had tears in her eyes, and said with a crying voice: "My master won't be eaten by a tiger, right?" ”

Xie Xiaolian waved his hand: "That's impossible." ”

You don't know your master's force value?

At this time, Xie Xiaolian was at the bottom of a thorny valley, protecting a person in front of a human flesh cushion.

"Summer ...... Qinghe girl...... Are you okay. Xie Xiaolian asked cautiously.

Just now on the mountain, when the tiger came out, he raised the red cherry gun and shot it.

At the last moment, he found that Xia Qinghe was hit by a man and fell towards the cliff, Xie Xiaopian couldn't care about the tiger, turned over to save Xia Qinghe, grabbed her, and rolled to the bottom of the mountain when the human flesh cushion was back.

Xia Qinghe's whole body was lying on Xie Xiaolian's body, looking at each other, and both faces were flushed.

"It's okay, it's you, in order to save me......" Xia Qinghe got up in a panic, but his feet were hooked, one was unstable, and his hands were propped up on Xie Xiaolian's body.

Xie Xiaolian rolled on a thorn behind her back, and was pressed by Xia Qinghe's hands, her back pierced the thorns even harder, and she twitched in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xia Qinghe's frightened face turned white.

"It's okay, you get up slowly." Xie Xiaolian endured the pain and said.

Xia Qinghe stabilized his emotions, moved his body carefully, grabbed a thick vine beside him, and bounced it to the ground.

Seeing that Qinghe was safe and sound, Xie Xiaolian quickly straightened up.

There was a "zila" sound, and a large piece of the clothes behind his back was torn off by thorns.

Xie Xiaolian subconsciously covered her chest, afraid of being driven by force, and took the handkerchief away.

In front of the owner of the veil, he stuffed someone's handkerchief on his chest, which looked old and improper.