Seeing her like that, Xiao Jue felt even more worried, her martial arts were just a showcase, a three-legged cat.

"Got it!"

Jimo Muyin turned his head, glanced at him unhappily, and continued to walk down the mountain.

In this lonely moon country, not only the water is good water, but the mountains are also good mountains, just walking in the woods.

I also feel relaxed.

Whether it is the body or the heart, I will feel all kinds of comfort.

She hadn't taken a few steps when she heard a cry for help from ahead.

When I looked closely, it turned out that an old man with a medicine basket on his back was entangled by a tiger.

The old man, with his white beard and hair, was holding a sachet in his hand, as if he was driving away the tiger.

Strange to say, it was probably the sachet that played some role, and the tiger seemed to be really delirious, and began to stagger and begin to take vain steps.

One step at a time, one step at a time, like the pace of the devil!

I don't know what the sachet contains, but the tiger smelled some of it, and swayed for a while, as if it was about to regain its spirits.

Seeing this, Jimo Muyin hurriedly rushed forward, not to mention that this old man wanted to help promote Xiao Zixuan's position as a goddess, even if it wasn't, seeing such a person struggling in the tiger's mouth, he also wanted to save it.

Jimo Muyin pulled out a dagger from his boot and stabbed it towards the tiger's neck.

Even though tigers are animals, they are still very sensitive to the sense of danger.

As soon as Mo Muyin's dagger stabbed it in the neck, the tiger slammed away. The hair on the neck was cut off by a sharp dagger.

"Roar—"

The tiger's four paws kept scratching at the ground a few times, baring its teeth and groaning at Jimo, and the mucus in its mouth fell down the dirt along the fangs and sharp teeth.

It was also the first time for Jimo Muyin to face such a big tiger, holding a dagger in his hand, slightly unstable.

"Roar—"

The tiger roared again and pounced on Jimo Muyin again.

The dagger in Jimo Muyin's hand also poked towards the tiger's neck.

The tiger quickly dodged, but the dagger in Jimo Muyin's hand poked at the tiger's eyes again.

"Roar—"

The tiger felt a burst of pain, roared, and kept moving its paws.

Jimo Muyin pulled out the dagger again, and the blood suddenly flew out, but the body was also grabbed by the tiger's sharp claws.

She snorted a few times in pain.

She stabbed the dagger in her hand towards the tiger again, and she glanced to the side, only to see that the old man was still standing there.

She was suddenly anxious, "Grandpa, go quickly!" ”

At this time, I didn't think about any thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, what goddess Xiao Zixuan was.

Just thinking about it, he was delaying the tiger, maybe Xiao Jue would hear the sound and come over.

As for this old man, it's too dangerous here, so it's better to go first.

"I can't go! The sky has changed, and it is about to rain heavily...... Besides, little girl, you are here to save me, how can I escape alone. ”

Lao Langzhong took out the medicine hoe from his medicine basket again, ran towards the tiger with a vigorous body, and smashed it towards the tiger's body with a hoe.

The tiger suffered from the enemy on its belly and back, and its eyes were blind again, and blood kept flowing downward.

"Whoa, whoa—"