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Chapter 171(2/2)

With a bang.

Wen Han fell to the ground and the bamboo stopped.

Song Nuan let go of the tree and walked over slowly, looking anxious.

Seeing this, Wen Han forgot the pain on his body and gently comforted Song Nuan, "Song Nuan, I'm fine, you don't have to worry!"

He grinned, "I knew you were caring for me, and I will..."

"Wen Han, come down quickly, you have crushed my stuff."

Things, what?

She was so anxious and angry that she had just looked because of her things, not because she was worried about him?

For a moment, Wen Han couldn't accept it.

For her, I ignored the danger just now, so why didn’t she read a little?

Just at that critical moment, he had some clarity in his heart. When he saw Song Nuan knocking down, all he thought was that she could not be hurt and nothing else.

When did this change start?

Wen Han himself didn't know.

"You come down, what are you doing?"

Wen Han looked down and immediately screamed, "Ah..." He rolled directly to the ground and kept moving back, "This...Song Nuan, you actually..."

This is a tiger!

She actually dragged the tiger up the mountain.

Song Nuan pulled up the bamboo, wiped it a few times, and found that it could be dragged, so she dragged the tiger down the mountain again. She didn't even look at Wen Han, who looked surprised behind her.

Wen Han sat on the ground and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

He got up and ran to chase Song Nuan.

"Here, why did you get this thing down the mountain?"

"Are you just lost such a few hundred kilograms of meat? I am not a sucker, nor a fool. If you don't have meat, you will throw it in the wild. No fool will do this."

"You hunted?"

"Do you have no eyes to see?"

Then Wen Han looked at the tiger seriously, hitting three arrows, two arrows on his head, and one arrow on his body, but his head was cracked, and there was a brain oar in the blood outside.

The tiger seemed to have been killed.

"Vomit..." Wen Han stopped, stroked the tree beside him, bent down and vomited constantly, until his face turned blue and his footsteps became weak.

The blood and the brain paddle were really disgusting.

Song Nuan listened to the sound of vomiting and curled her lips and smiled.

Let you follow you, you will be disgusted with you.
Chapter completed!
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