Chapter 550: The Fierce Tiger 2
The tiger circled around Ye Qianning twice as if looking for a suitable attack. Ye Qianning moved as it circled around him, waiting for an opportunity.
"roar……"
The tiger moved.
Ye Qianning shot out an arrow from his sleeve quickly, leaped into the air above the tiger and stepped on its head. Then he rode on the tiger's body and stabbed the dagger into its head.
“Ouch…”
The tiger felt pain and slammed its huge body to the ground. It jumped up again and rushed around.
Ye Qianning held the dagger tightly. Her body was hit and she felt dizzy, but her little hand refused to loosen.
Sang Zhi ran over to see what was happening, terrified.
“Ahh… Roar…”
Howling and running around, Ye Qianning took a few breaths and hung her whole body on the tiger. The old tiger kept hitting her for a long time before she found the right time to free up one hand and grab the tiger's ear.
Using the force, he flipped over and sat on the tiger's neck again, holding the tiger's neck, he shot out an arrow from his sleeve, and in an instant, the silver thread wrapped around the tiger's neck.
Ye Qianning released the dagger with his other hand and pulled the silver thread with all his strength to tighten it.
"Awooo, awooo."
The tiger's neck was strangled and it was running around like a headless fly.
Ye Qianning's face was a little ferocious. She was so strong, like a tiger, that the silver thread was sunk into her palm, and her little hand was blood red.
The tiger's striking movements became slower and slower, and after about seven or eight minutes, its huge body fell to the ground with a thud.
His whole body was twitching, and blood was coming out of his eyes, nose and mouth.
Ye Qianning held the silver thread and still did not dare to let go until the tiger's body was completely motionless. She moved and lay flat on her side beside Meng, her breathing disordered.
"Ye Qianning, Ye Qianning." Sang Zhi ran over and picked her up in a panic.
Ye Qianning's head felt dizzy and he seemed to be shaking.
My small body can hardly bear it.
"Don't scare me, Ye Qianning, look at me, look at me." Sang Zhi held her in his arms, and no matter how he called her, she seemed like she didn't hear anything, and she started crying in fear.
Ye Qianning's vision was a little cloudy, and it took a while for her vision to clear up. What she saw was Sang Zhi's face, crying bitterly. She was breathing a little weakly: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."
Sang Zhi couldn't stop crying.
"I'm not dead yet. You're crying too hard. If you have tears, save them and cry them on my grave after I die." Ye Qianning felt pain in his shoulders and chest, but he still joked.
"You won't die. I won't allow you to die." Sang Zhi cried even harder.
Ye Qianning curled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand and took out a pill from the space and swallowed it. He took a few breaths and was about to get up.
Sang Zhi helped her up and squatted down: "Come up."
"No, I can still do it." Ye Qianning glanced at the tiger.
This thing can no longer be compared with a normal tiger. There is a foul smell in its blood, and its body size has grown too much, like a mutation.
Animal mutations are usually caused by drugs or strange things in the environment, which lead to their physical deformities.
The strong smell of blood in Sifang Mountain was probably caused by the mad fighting of this tiger.
But there was one thing she couldn't understand. The tiger had just come quickly from a few miles away. It didn't meet them by chance, but was coming for her and Sang Zhi.
The tigers have lost their rationality and cannot speak. How can we accurately determine their location?
If you are being manipulated by someone, that would be terrible.
"I'll carry you on my back." Seeing that she didn't move, Sang Zhi urged her by pressing his nose.
Ye Qianning retracted his gaze and raised his hand to pull Sang Zhi up.
(End of this chapter)
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