Feng Jiuyan stroked the hair on Huahua's back and said with a smile, "Little tiger, come down quickly and practice your skills well. You will definitely be better than other tigers."

"Awoo, awoo, awoo--" Huahua was very excited. She awooned a few times and jumped off the donkey cart nimbly.

Well, you know what, judging from the posture just now, Feng Jiuyan felt that Huahua really had a bit of a tiger flavor.

Huahua got off the carriage, and the shaft was finally less crowded. Feng Jiuyan and Feng Jiuli sat on the shaft with peace of mind.

"Miss Feng, why did your donkey cart stop? Hurry up and catch up!" An official happened to look back and saw that the Feng family's donkey cart had stopped.

"Okay, sir, let's continue on our way." Feng Jiuyan replied and gave Song Chen a wink.

Song Chen shook the reins, and the donkey continued to move forward. The officials saw that their donkey cart was moving forward again, so they stopped paying attention to them.

Song Ning glanced at Huahua running beside the donkey cart, then glanced at Feng Jiuyan, and asked in confusion, "Sister Feng, you said Huahua is a tiger?"

Feng Jiuyan lowered her head and glanced at Huahua who was standing beside the shaft of Huahua's carriage. At this moment, Huahua was also looking at her.

Therefore, Feng Jiuyan could only go against his conscience again and follow Huahua's wishes and said, "Yes, Huahua is a little tiger. And an extremely ferocious little tiger at that."

"Little tiger? No, Sister Feng, isn't Huahua a clown cat?" Song Ning stared, somewhat confused.

Sister Feng had said before that Huahua was a cat, but as Huahua grew bigger, Song Ning had doubts. But the one who said Huahua was a cat was Sister Feng, whom she admired the most. In the little girl's heart, what Sister Feng said was true, so she wiped out the last trace of doubt in her heart.

But when she also firmly believed that Huahua was a little tiger, now Sister Feng said that Huahua was a little tiger, Song Ning and Song Chen were shocked.

Before Song Ning could ask again, Huahua, who was following the shaft of the carriage, became unhappy.

It roared at Song Ning fiercely. Feng Jiuyan quickly gave Song Ning a look and silently hinted her with lip language. Only then did Song Ning react.

The little girl slapped her thigh and said exaggeratedly, "Oh, Huahua is really a little tiger!"

Now, Huahua was extremely satisfied. With a roar, he spread his legs and ran into the woods beside the road.

When Huahua ran, it ran so fast that its body seemed to turn into a flash of lightning.

Its limbs pushed the ground vigorously, and each leap was accompanied by a swift force that shocked the four people on the shaft of the cart.

At this time, Feng Jiuyan also began to doubt. Could it be that Huahua was really a little tiger?

"Sister Feng, is Huahua really a tiger? Its body shape is not like a cat, but it doesn't look much like a tiger either." Song Ning asked puzzledly, blinking her round almond eyes.

Feng Jiuyan shrugged and swung his right leg that was dangling from the shaft of the cart. "We also think it's a cat, but Huahua thinks it's a tiger. It doesn't like being called a cat and is even aggressive. So, we can only admit that it's a tiger."

Song Ning suddenly realized, "So that's it! Huahua doesn't look like a cat, nor a tiger. But the way she ran just now really had a bit of the swiftness of a tiger."

"That's right. As long as it's happy, Huahua probably thinks tigers are more majestic and brave."

The four of them talked for a few more words and the topic turned to another direction.

"Sister Feng, just now another refugee begged the officials to let him follow our team north to find a way to make a living." Song Ning thought of the refugee who had just sneaked into the team, and remembered the looting by refugees at noon today. He felt a little worried, so he quickly told Feng Jiuyan about it.

"Oh? There's only one refugee following you?"

"Yes! He was a tall young man. He was tall and a little thin. He said that he got separated from his family when they were fleeing famine in the north. So, after knowing that we were also going north, he begged the official to allow him to follow.

The officials may have thought that he was just a refugee and not something to be feared, and because he spoke so pitifully, they did not drive him away and tacitly allowed him to follow us."

Feng Jiuyan frowned. Another person!

Could it be that he was coming for their house just like the little beggar? Did he sneak into the team first, then create various things to get close to them and gain their trust. Then, he took the opportunity to find out the whereabouts of the Black Feather Order?

Thinking of this, Feng Jiuyan frowned even more tightly.

It was really annoying. She had thought that after sending the little beggar away, her family would be able to live in peace for a few days. But only two or three days later, another one came!

Are you annoying?

This damn Black Feather Order was probably taken away by the dog emperor or someone else, and it keeps looking for their family!

Feng Jiuyan's eyes flashed with ferocious coldness, and his whole body exuded murderous intent.

Just kill this person directly.

But having said that, Feng Jiuyan could never do that. She still had to find out the secret of her father Feng Huaijin's death and the whereabouts of the Black Feather Order.

Therefore, she must find out whether the refugees who sneaked in this time are ordinary refugees, or killers with wolf totems or red spider lilies on their bodies!

Feng Jiuyan searched for the figure of the refugee that Song Ning mentioned. After searching for a long time, he finally found the refugee that Song Ning mentioned.

The refugee walking in front of me was very tall, at least 1.8 meters tall.

He was wearing a gray shorts with several patches on it. He was carrying a bulging bag on his back and wearing a pair of light black cloth shoes on his feet. The shoes were covered with dust and the original color could hardly be seen.

Feng Jiuyan squinted her eyes and watched for a long time. She found that when this refugee walked, he took steady steps and stood straight, which was very unlike an ordinary peasant.

Judging from the posture of this refugee, he looks like a martial artist.

However, Feng Jiuyan was also somewhat confused.

Logically speaking, if this refugee is a killer, he shouldn't be the one to investigate whether Kuroba Reiwa is close to their home.

This was too perfunctory, without any disguise, walking with his back straight, he didn't look like an ordinary farmer at all. Not only could she guess that this refugee had some skills, but even other people could probably tell that.

Could it be that the killer has changed his strategy and wants to do the opposite?

Feng Jiuyan was staring at the refugee's back and was lost in thought when suddenly, the refugee seemed to notice someone was spying on him, so he turned around and looked behind him.

His eyes met Feng Jiuyan's.

The young man looked at Feng Jiuyan with deep eyes, and his gaze moved slightly.

For a moment, Feng Jiuyan felt that this young man gave her a very familiar feeling——