Chapter 550 The Sturdy Tiger 2

The tiger circled Ye Qianning twice as if looking for a suitable attack. Ye Qianning moved along with it, waiting for an opportunity.

"Roar.."

The tiger moved.

Ye Qianning's sleeve arrow shot out quickly, leaping over the tiger and stepping on the tiger's head, then riding on the tiger's body, the dagger stabbed fiercely into the tiger's head.

"Aww..."

The tiger was in pain, its huge body hit the ground a few times, Feng Teng jumped up again, bumping around.

Ye Qianning held the dagger tightly, his body was hit dizzy, and his little hands were steadfast.

Sang Zhi ran over to see, trembling with fear.

"Aww...hoho..."

Howling and running wildly, Ye Qianning took a few breaths, hanging her whole body on the tiger, and the old tiger hit it for a long time before she saw the time and freed a hand to grab the tiger's ear.

Using the strength of his body, he sat on the tiger's neck again, hugged the tiger's neck and shot out, and the silver thread wrapped around the tiger's neck in an instant.

Ye Qianning let go of the dagger with the other hand, and pulled Yinsi to tighten it with all his strength.

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow."

The tiger's neck was strangled like a headless fly.

Ye Qianning's face was a bit ferocious, she was too strong, the tiger was strong, the silver thread was stuck in her palm, and her little hand was blood red.

The tiger's impact became slower and slower, and after about seven or eight minutes, the huge tiger fell to the ground with a plop.

Convulsions all over, eyes, nose, mouth bleeding.

Ye Qianning still didn't dare to let go of the silver thread, until the tiger's body was completely silent. She moved, and she was lying on one side beside Meng, her breath was disordered.

"Ye Qianning, Ye Qianning." Sang Zhi ran over and hugged her up in a panic.

Ye Qianning's head was dizzy like a ball of paste, and everyone seemed to be shaking.

The small body can hardly bear it.

"Don't scare me, Ye Qianning, look at me, look at me." Sang Zhi hugged her, as if he didn't hear her no matter how he called her, he started to cry in fright.

Ye Qianning's vision was a bit cloudy, and it took a while for her vision to become clear, and she saw Sang Zhi's crying face, and her breath was a little weak: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Sang Zhi could not stop crying.

"I'm not dead yet, aren't you crying a bit fiercely, there are tears, save it when I die and cry on my grave." Ye Qianning's shoulders and chest hurt, and he still didn't forget to joke.

"You're not going to die, I won't allow you to die." Sang Zhi cried even harder.

Ye Qianning twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, took out a elixir from the space and ate it, heaved a few breaths and was about to get up.

Sang Zhi helped her up, squatted down: "Come up."

"No, I can do it." Ye Qianning glanced at Tiger.

This thing can no longer be compared with a normal tiger. There is a stench in the blood, and the body has grown too much, like a mutation.

Animal mutations are generally caused by drugs or weird things in the environment, causing them to be deformed.

The intense blood on Sifang Mountain should be caused by this fierce tiger fighting madly.

But there was one thing she couldn't figure out. The tiger came quickly from a few miles away just now. It didn't happen that they met them by chance, but they came for her and Sang Zhi.

The tigers have lost their rationality and cannot understand their words. How to accurately judge their positions?

It would be terrible if it was manipulated by someone.

"I'm carrying you behind my back." Seeing that she was not moving, Sang Zhi pressed his nose and urged.

Ye Qianning withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to pull Sang Zhi up.

(end of this chapter)