Not long after, she rushed into a dense forest, and in a thick forest of flowers and plants, she suddenly heard an earth-shattering roar of a tiger!
What Linghu Shuiyue looked up and followed the sound was that a woman was being chased wildly by a big colorful tiger with its jaws open.
Linghu Shuiyue made a prompt decision, took out the folding fan in her sleeve cage, pulled the spring, a silver needle shot out quickly, and precisely hit the tiger's buttocks.
After being hit by the silver needle that she had added anesthesia to in advance, the tiger that was baring its teeth and roaring just now fell down.
At this moment, the woman was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground. When she saw the tiger falling down suddenly, she seemed to be a little silly by being frightened.
Linghu Shuiyue galloped to the horse, jumped off the horse and bent over, asking: "Girl, are you all right? This tiger is asleep, can you get up?"
"It-it-it... tiger! Fallen?!" The girl lifted up her beautiful face, Linghu Shuiyue glanced at it and couldn't help being a little surprised at the girl's beautiful face!
This is an uninhabited mountain forest, before they came, it must be a quiet place with no one going in and out, just now she was anxious, but Linghu Shuiyue didn't notice, she rushed into a dense forest on a slightly higher mountainside.
The girl's clothes were also not vulgar, she was dressed like a lady from a rich family, not like an ordinary poor family, and she was born even more uncommonly good-looking, she could be described as beautiful and beautiful.
Even so, she was wearing a pair of earrings made of pure gold, her face was slightly longer, and her peach-like eyes looked up at Linghu Shuiyue. Lovely.
"It... is it really asleep? No... isn't it dead?" The woman propped her hands behind her and moved back with her legs, obviously unable to stand up with lingering fear.
Linghu Shuiyue stretched out her hand and said: "It's okay, I'll hit it with an anesthetic silver needle, it really can't do evil for now, you get up!"
"Really? Thank you! Thank you! Benedict, you... who are you?" The woman's voice was delicate and sharp, but pleasant to the ear, with some natural rustling.
"My name is Linghu Huo Ri, come here! I'll pull you up! Don't be afraid! You have escaped from the tiger's mouth, and you have survived!" Linghu Shuiyue said with a smile.
At this moment, a sound of horseshoes hurriedly approached, and Zhu Youhong's majestic and somewhat eager voice came: "Master Linghu, be careful of deceit!"
Before the voice fell, Linghu Shuiyue was swept by a gust of wind, and Zhu Youhong took her away from the woman by more than ten feet.
Linghu Shuiyue found herself being pulled away by Zhu Youhong, protecting her behind, and separated the woman. The whole process was only a split second, and she said incredulously: "Master Jiu, thank you for your protection, but are you a little bit small?" Is it a big deal?"