How could Li Yiyang possibly be at ease? That was a tiger—a massive one at that. It could easily bite a person's head off in one go. Her heart was practically stuck in her throat.
Wang Dadong leapt to the side, narrowly dodging the tiger's strike, then sprang again and landed squarely on its back.
The tiger went berserk, charging madly into the wilderness. In the blink of an eye, it vanished from Yiyang's sight.
"Wuuu…"
Li Yiyang broke into sobs. Her brother had been carried away by the tiger. Surely, the worst had happened.
But less than two minutes later, the tiger returned, carrying Wang Dadong on its back. This time, it looked utterly defeated, its head hanging low—and one of its eyes had even turned into a black circle.
"Sis, we've got a ride now," Wang Dadong said as he jumped off the tiger's back.
Li Yiyang threw herself into Wang Dadong's arms and burst into uncontrollable tears.
"Why are you crying, little sis?"
