Dashan Village.
At noon.
On a sunny day, I was suddenly disturbed by random sounds.
"Aww...wow."
A tiger that stood taller than two adult men ran out of the mountain, roared ear-splittingly toward the sky, like a meal signal, and pounced on the nearest person.
"Monsters, there are monsters."
The one closest to the foot of the mountain is a thin man. While the strong laborers are busy working in the fields, he sits at the foot of the mountain and is lazy.
He is not a gangster, but a lazy man who doesn't like to work.
At this moment, seeing the huge tiger, he was so frightened that he was reduced to one soul.
After exclaiming in fear, he got up from the ground on his hands and knees and ran towards the village quickly.
The thin man can guarantee that he will never run faster than he does now.
But in the end, it can't compare to the trained tiger demon.
After just a few breaths, he was caught by the tiger demon and tore his body into two pieces.
The tiger demon threw the thin man's lower body to the ground in disgust, dug into the man's chest with his sharp claws, took out a bright red heart, and stuffed it into his mouth.
After chewing for a few times, the tiger demon showed a satisfied look on its face. It licked its paws and pounced towards a crowded place in the village.
"Help! Help!"
"Ahhh, monster, monster."
"Mom, mother, I'm scared, mother, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [ww..."
For a time, the exclamations of the middle-aged people, the scared whimpering of the children, and other sounds came together in a chaotic manner, turning the peaceful small village into a terrifying "lively" one.
In the empty mountain forest, the roar of tigers echoed through the sky, and the shrill calls for help became weaker and weaker.
In the sky not far away, two long swords were floating in the air, and on each sword stood a monk with tied hair wearing mysterious clothes.
"Brother Huai, look, it's so evil."
One of the male cultivators pointed to a mountain forest within sight and said to his companion.
The companion did not reply to his words, but moved forward with his sword, and soon lost him for several miles.
"Wait for me, Brother Huai."
The male cultivator who spoke first saw this and quickly drew his sword to catch up.
Within a moment, the two arrived at their location.
The appalling scene also clearly appeared before the two of them.
A tiger monster several times larger than an ordinary tiger was tearing out people's hearts. There were bright red blood stains on both sides of its mouth, its eyes were ferocious, and it looked extremely terrifying.
He swallowed that heart in one gulp, but still felt unsatisfied and ran to catch up with another person.
Shao Yue ran away in a mess, her clothes were in tatters, and her body was covered with dust and wounds scratched by gravel.
The tiger demon was chasing after him, Shao Yue didn't dare to look back and ran forward with all his strength.
She was running too fast and too immersed in it. She didn't notice a small piece of gravel on the road. She stepped on it and instantly lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Shao Yue wanted to get up and continue running, but the tiger demon had already caught up with him. Jie Jie smiled ferociously and stretched out his claws to dig out his heart.
Shao Yue, who fell to the ground, closed her eyes, not daring to look at the horrific scene in front of her, and quietly waited for death to come.
Unexpectedly, instead of feeling the pain in her chest, she heard the tiger demon's cry of pain.
Shao Yue opened her eyes, and a long sword pierced the tiger demon's chest, killing it with one blow.
She was saved.
Shao Yue's eyes lit up and she looked up. A young man in black clothes came towards the sun. He retracted his sword neatly. He looked heroic and majestic. He should be the rumored immortal cultivator.
Facing the sunlight, Shaoyue couldn't see clearly the face of the person in front of her.
She wanted to get up and say thank you, but found that her clothes were torn and torn from the chase and escape just now, and she was really not suitable for seeing people.
So, Shao Yue turned around and pulled up her clothes. When she stood up again, there were two monks in black clothes standing in front of her.
Shaoyue was confused for a moment, not knowing who was the benefactor who saved her.
The mysterious clothes worn by the two young men are very similar. They are well-tailored and of excellent workmanship. They should be the unified disciple clothing of the sect.
Because of this, Shao Yue couldn't distinguish the appearance of his savior, so he could only look at the appearance of the two people carefully and try to identify them.
One of them has an outstanding temperament, with a face as clean as jade, majestic eyebrows, and deep eyes that seem to hide thousands of stars. He is gentle and elegant, and seems to be a young man with a good temper.
Shao Yue could see the arrogance and indifference hidden deep in his eyes.
When she was ten years old, her parents died due to a disaster, and she lived alone in the village, which developed her delicate mind.
Shaoyue's mind is extremely sharp and it is easy to see the hidden nature of others.
Immortal cultivating disciples are different from ordinary people, and it is natural for them to be arrogant. Shao Yue has no reason to accuse him of being inconsistent.
But in the end, the secret expectation in my heart changed the target.
Shaoyue looked at another young man in black clothes.
The other one has elegant eyebrows, raised peach blossom eyes, and red thin lips. He looks like a restless playboy.
But his eyes were shining, and Shao Yue could see in his eyes the pity for the villagers whose hearts were ripped out by the tiger demon.
After a comparison, Shao Yue confirmed the savior in her heart.
However, naturally one cannot ignore another person at this time.
Shaoyue gathered her clothes, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with a clear and clean voice.
"Thank you both for your help."
The gentle young man had a soft smile on his lips. He looked at the "little beggar"-looking villager in front of him and nodded gently.
The other boy with peach blossom eyes looked much more lively. When he heard Shaoyue's voice, which was obviously a girl's, his eyes suddenly widened.
Shaoyue was really in a state of embarrassment. She was covered in coarse linen and linen clothes. She fell countless times while running away, and her true appearance was covered up by dirt on her face and body.
Her hair was also messy, and at a casual glance, she could be recognized as a little beggar who couldn't distinguish between male and female.
But once she spoke, there was no mistaking it.
When dealing with girls, your attitude should be more gentle.
The peach-eyed boy softened his voice and asked softly:
"Girl, are you injured somewhere?"
There were many exposed minor wounds on her body, and the peach-eyed boy was worried that some of them might have been scratched by the tiger demon.
The wounds caused by the monster are very likely to be contaminated by the monster's aura.
If demonic energy enters the body, it may be life-threatening for ordinary people.
Shaoyue felt grateful to her "savior" and spoke with enthusiasm.
"No, no, all the injuries on my body were scratches. Thanks to my benefactor's timely arrival, I haven't been caught by the tiger demon yet."
After hearing her words, the peach-eyed boy's eyes dimmed a bit.
"It's a pity that we didn't come earlier, otherwise we could have saved the entire village, and no innocent souls would have died at the claws of the tiger demon."
Shaoyue was moved by the young man who was still very sincere even though he was a monk. She comforted him,
"Benefactors don't have to blame themselves. If there were no benefactors, we would all die under the claws of a tiger."
The remaining people who were alive gathered together and nodded, thanking the two again and again.
