I grabbed a few non-toxic weeds, wiped off the mud and sand, and then took the grass roots in my mouth, and finally felt a little wetness, until my stomach began to convulse under the stimulation of bitter grass juice.

Ding Yu slept from midday to sunset, so his eyes were wide open at night, and he couldn't fall asleep. The night in the mountains and forests is more lively than the day, the crickets and weavers play hard, and the owls are unwilling to be lonely and sing duets with the nightingale. Listening to these peaceful sounds of the forest, Ding Yu's mood gradually calmed down, until a low roar - woo ~ - tiger roar!

Ding Yu was shocked, although he had been away from the reinforced concrete forest for several years, he always habitually forgot that the place he was in was no longer the earth where even a sparrow was rare, so he would lie down in a strange forest for most of the day, forgetting how many dangerous species existed in the forests of China: wild dogs, wild wolves, wild boars, clouded leopards, golden leopards, South China tigers...... I knew that this would have been the case during the day, but now it was too late, and I could only hope that the tiger would find enough prey and would not come here.

The tiger's roar rang out unhurriedly seven or eight times, and the sound gradually lowered, as if it was far away. Ding Yu just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly another sound came, this time the roar was high and urgent, followed by the sound of a series of shrubs breaking, which became clearer and clearer, obviously coming towards Ding Yu's side. And the only thing he can do is to try to release the legendary murderous aura, in terms of quantity, there are not a hundred but eighty people who died at his hands, if there is really a murderous aura, he is definitely stronger than a tiger.

I don't know if Ding Yu's killing was not enough or the tiger lacked a murderous qi receiving organ, it didn't take long for the bushes in front of Ding Yu to be squeezed away, and with a fishy wind, a figure two or three meters long jumped out. Under the moonlight, he can see clearly, with yellow skin and black lines, and the king character on his head, it is the white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes on his head!

When the tiger saw a living creature in front of him, he roared and jumped high, and when he fell, his front paws had pressed firmly into Ding Yu's chest, and its barbed-like nails were deeply embedded in the pectoralis major muscles, followed by its bloody mouth, which was pointed directly at Ding Yu's throat. Almost at the same moment, Ding Yu opened his eyes, raised his head and slammed forward, his forehead in the middle of the tiger's nose. This move only helped him hit Ouyang Feng hard not long ago, and now he has made a contribution in the face of the King of Beasts. The tiger screamed, the tiger's head naturally shrank back, Ding Yu raised his hand and pointed at it, and poked into the tiger's eye like lightning. If the opponent was a human, this designation would have no brain, and he would have died on the spot, but unfortunately the thickness of the tiger's skull was much thicker than that of a human, and it was quick to react, and under the pain, it accelerated and retreated, and Ding Yu's fingers were only inserted into two knuckles, and it broke free.

The tiger was poked blind in the right eye and ran like crazy in pain, but it didn't run far, only circled around Ding Yu, obviously not planning to let go of this "two-legged sheep" who dared to hurt itself.

Ding Yu couldn't keep up with its speed at this time, so he simply closed his eyes and lay flat on the ground, feeling the air flow within half a meter around his body. When a strong wind came from the right side of his head, he bent his left arm, went around his neck, and took the first step to protect his right face, and then a strong force came, slapping his left hand into his cheek, and at the same time, the tiger also let out a roar - it turned out that Ding Yu had held the knife in his hand at some point, and the tiger slapped over with one claw, just hitting the tip of the knife. It's just that the power on the tiger's claw is too strong, and the knife is too deep into the flesh, so that when the tiger's claw retracts, Ding Yu can't hold the handle of the knife, and the knife is out of his hand.

The tiger was not a human after all, and he didn't even care about the prey in front of him, but took a few steps back, flicked and rubbed his right paw, and single-mindedly dealt with the knife that pierced into the palm of his hand.

Ding Yu took advantage of this moment to take a closer look, and found that the tiger in front of him did not seem to be able to move on one of its hind legs except for its front paws. Ding Yu finally understood, he heard the tiger's roar suddenly change before, thinking that it was because of this crossbow arrow, but he didn't know whether it was due to human hands or traps, in short, this tiger ran wildly after being hit by the arrow, but he was hit by the seedling.

Thinking clearly about what happened does not help the situation at hand, and the tiger will not stop because he has recognized the wrong person. Instead, it finally rubbed off the knife in its palm and pounced on Ding Yu again. This time it pounced on Ding Yu three feet away, its right paw pressed to the ground, its left paw extended, and the whip generally hit Ding Yu's right arm. The power of this claw was extremely great, and he rolled his whole person twice, and all his internal force was used to protect his viscera, and he had no strength left to protect his right shoulder, so that the two broken bones were suddenly misplaced, and his eyes were full of sweat. And the tiger seemed to have spotted this flaw in Ding Yu, and caught up with another claw. Ding Yu wanted to kick his legs to fight, but as soon as Fang tried his strength, he affected the lower abdomen injury, and a heart-piercing pain drained the strength of his legs. And the tiger's claws had already reached his body, and Ding Yu was slapped twice away.

After three or five times, the tiger saw that Ding Yu seemed to be powerless to resist, so he ran forward, pressed Ding Yu's chest with one claw, and opened his mouth to bite his lower abdomen. However, Ding Yu was far from being as weak as he appeared, and he made a move that the tiger could not understand - his left hand grabbed his right hand, which he could not move, and threw it into the tiger's mouth. There was an extra "meat bone" in the tiger's mouth out of thin air, and he naturally chewed it vigorously, but Ding Yu's bones were stronger than gold and iron, and although the tiger's teeth were sharp, they could only bite through his skin and muscles, and could not hurt the muscles and bones. And the tiger tasted the taste of flesh and blood in his mouth, and he was even more sexual, biting Ding Yu's right arm, taking half a step backwards, shaking his head and tearing it up!

Ding Yuqiang endured the pain of the tiger teeth tearing the muscles and the sharp teeth repeatedly rubbing the bones, and pressed his left palm on the ground, following the force of the tiger's tearing, the whole person flew up and stuck to the tiger. His left hand was several inches long, and he flew over the tiger's leg, and when he withdrew it, he had already grasped the crossbow arrow in his hand, and then slapped it forward, and actually slapped the crossbow arrow nearly a foot long into the tiger's eye that had been pierced before. This one fell so fast that the big insect just felt the pain in its leg, and before it could roar in pain, its brain was pierced by a crossbow arrow, and it died instantly.

Feeling the pressure on his right forearm suddenly lightened, Ding Yu let out a sigh of relief, and the pain all over his body made him unable to support it anymore, and he collapsed on the ground. However, this action actually brought the fallen tiger corpse to his side, causing most of the dead tiger weighing more than 300 catties to press on his chest. Ding Yu finally got his head out from under the dead tiger, took a few heavy breaths, and then tried to push the tiger corpse off his body with his only left arm that could still move, but he couldn't do it because of exhaustion after several attempts. Although the fight was not long, but the sweat and blood were lost a lot, the already thirsty throat was now almost about to smoke out, Ding Yu pulled out the crossbow arrow that pierced the tiger's eye, smeared the yellow and white brain on the arrow on the tiger skin, and then used the arrow to cut a small hole in the tiger's throat, and the blood flowed out, he hurriedly caught it with his mouth - the fishy sweet tiger blood was swallowed in a big gulp, moistening the dry esophagus and stomach pouch, and injecting a vitality into Ding Yu's broken body.

After drinking the tiger's blood, his strength recovered a lot, and Ding Yu found that it was not a very bad idea to lie under the dead tiger: the night in the forest was cold and damp, and holding the dead tiger could at least keep warm. So he pushed the tiger corpse away a little, so as not to hinder the chest heaving when breathing, and then quickly fell asleep with the residual temperature of the dead tiger.