Farming concubine you are so sweet

Jun Mochen quickly dodged. Sure enough, the tiger rushed towards him. He ran far away, then turned back with his lightness skill and put Chu wanqiu on a strong tree.

After all this, the tiger has come back.

Chu late autumn saw that the tiger was so close to Jun Mochen, and his voice was stained with a cry: "why don't you run!"

At this time, the tiger has rushed towards Jun Mochen. Jun Mochen quickly escaped, took out a dagger and scratched hard on the tiger's back.

The tiger roared in pain and then pounced on Jun Mochen again. His sharp teeth were shining with cold light, and he was about to bite Jun Mochen's arm.

"Be careful!" Chu late autumn exclaimed.

Jun Mochen dodged quickly, and then inserted the sharp dagger into the tiger's throat.

The tiger rolled painfully on the ground and finally did not move.

Chu wanqiu was stunned until she was held down by Jun Mochen from the tree, and she couldn't recover from the shock.

The tiger was killed by Jun Mochen? Jun Mochen is more powerful than a tiger?

How is this possible?

"Scared?" Jun Mochen hugged Chu wanqiu in his arms and comforted softly: "don't be afraid. As I said, don't be afraid of anything with me."

In danger, the little thing let her go first. The ferocious wound in his heart almost killed him, as if it began to heal slowly.

Chu wanqiu calmed down, tears like broken beads: "why don't you run by yourself... No, you don't have to run by yourself. You're very powerful. You're the most powerful person I've ever seen."

Jun Mochen gently kissed Chu wanqiu's forehead: "even if I'm not strong, I won't leave you. Let's go down the mountain."

"The eggs haven't been picked up yet." Chu wanqiu sucked his nose and said in a nasal voice, "an egg costs a penny. You have to live."

Jun Mochen smiled: "well, I can't live with big hands and feet, so I'm counting on you in the future."

Chu wanqiu's face immediately turned red and whispered, "I don't understand what you say..."

After picking up the eggs, Chu wanqiu took the basket and Jun Mochen dragged the tiger all the way down the mountain.

Walking, Jun Mochen found something wrong with Chu wanqiu's feet. He stopped and looked at Chu wanqiu's feet.

"Why don't you go?" Chu wanqiu was full of questions.

Jun Mochen frowned, "what's the matter with your feet?"

Chu wanqiu smiled awkwardly: "it seems that he was scratched by a branch just now, but it's not in the way."

"If you're not feeling well, you should tell me!" Jun Mochen's face was not very good-looking, but he squatted down: "you come up, I carry you on my back, remember I don't need your patience."

Chu wanqiu's heart was warm and his eyes were a little wet: "no, it's really no problem. You're too tired to carry me with so many things."

Jun Mochen's face became more and more heavy: "I don't need you to think of me. Come up!"

Chu wanqiu hung his face around Jun Mochen's neck: "then carry it for a while. If you're tired, put me down. Give me those pheasants, and I can make you lighter."

Jun Mochen forced himself to hold back his smile. This little thing was so stupid. She carried the chicken, he carried her on his back, and he carried the chicken himself... Didn't he sink on his back?

But even so, he gave the chicken to Chu wanqiu and got up to carry the little thing.