Amos took a closer look and was a little shocked. This was not an ordinary animal, but a magical beast, a magical beast with some intelligence.
There are also magical beasts in the East Continent, but they live in the deepest part of the forest and usually don’t come out. They have their own habitats.
Unexpectedly, there is also a habitat for magical beasts in the Western Continent, and now it seems that they live in this firefly forest just like the tree people.
I just don’t know how this little winged tiger appeared on the outskirts of the forest and was so seriously injured.
"It's really the little tiger! It's injured." Lingling's eyes suddenly filled with tears.
She ignored the little winged tiger's pretending to be fierce expression, ran forward in three or two steps, squatted down and touched the little winged tiger's furry head that could no longer move.
"Don't be afraid, little tiger. Lingling will blow on your wound twice with a distressed look on its face."
After she finished her huff, Lingling turned to Amos and asked, "Uncle Amos, can Lingling's healing magic save the little tiger?"
"Sure." Amos confirmed.
A burst of deep green light immediately sprinkled on the little winged tiger's body. Within a few breaths, the little winged tiger's wounds healed visibly.
Seeing that Lingling saved it, the little winged tiger stopped attacking people and lay quietly in the grass. It had lost too much blood, and although its wounds had healed, it was still not in good spirits.
Lingling stopped crying when she saw the little tiger's wound had healed. She gently picked up the little tiger, who was even smaller than her, and looked up at Amos and asked, "Uncle, Lingling, can we take the little tiger with us? It'll be scared without its parents around."
Looking at Lingling's pleading eyes, Amos couldn't say the words to refuse. After holding it in for a long time, he finally gave in.
"Can."
There was still a hint of reluctance in his tone. After all, this was not an ordinary tiger cub, but a monster cub. It was a headache.
After getting the adults' consent, Lingling was finally happy. She carried the tiger cub and walked back.
She turned around and said, "Uncle, brother, let's go back. Grandma is still waiting. Hurry up!"
Finally, the tree people who had been waiting in the carriage for a long time were shocked to find that their child had actually brought back a winged tiger cub. They were speechless for a moment.
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