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It let out a desperate roar, and at the last moment when it closed its eyes, it dimly saw that the little master was galloping towards him like a divine soldier descending from the sky, stepping on the light of stars.

"Roar."

It exhausted its last bit of strength, roared, and closed its eyes safely.

The little master came, and its life was saved.

After going through hardships, it finally returned home.

***

Wang Meng and Shitou tidied up an unused room, spread soft bedding on the floor, and boiled a pot of hot water from the kitchen to heal Huya's wounds.

Su Qingluo wrapped Huya's injured body with spiritual power, took advantage of the darkness of night, and took it home without anyone noticing, and placed it in the vacant room prepared in advance.

Huya was heavily bruised, with multiple bites and scratches on his body, and his right hind leg was torn, with bones visible.

Su Qing's hands were flying, and he skillfully applied medicine to stop the bleeding, sewed up the wound, and bandaged it.

Carefully treated the scars, and nourished the damaged meridians with spiritual power.

After half a night, almost exhausting the spiritual power in the dantian, it snatched its little life back from the gate of hell.

"How did it hurt so badly?"

Wang Meng and Shitou accompanied her to busy schedules, stayed up for half the night, and were a little exhausted.

As dawn approached, the two brothers heaved a sigh of relief after all the blood and residue had been cleaned up. They slumped and lay on the ground as if they had collapsed.

"If I'm not mistaken, it was bitten by a pair of white tigers in Qingjian Canyon."

Su Qingluo thought carefully, observed the details, took out a few strands of white tiger hair from the blood-stained fur of the tiger teeth, and secretly made a guess.

"Is that the valley you hunted not long ago?"

The two brothers exclaimed in unison, almost jumping up from the ground again.

"The number of white tigers is rare, and it is not common at all. There are not a few white tigers in the Qilian Mountains for many years."

Su Qingluo was in a complicated mood and sighed sadly.

"The pair of white tigers must have migrated from another place. When they first arrived, they first fought for territory with the wolves and chased away the snow leopards, and now they bit the tiger teeth."

Wang Meng gritted his teeth resentfully: "If I knew this, I shouldn't have helped them drive away the wolves and let them have a chance to recuperate and become kings in the Qilian Mountains."

"Hi."

Su Qingluo sighed faintly, feeling helpless: "We didn't expect that we couldn't bear to help out for a while but hurt Huya."

"Huya is a half-grown tiger. It's not yet an adult. What are you doing in Qingjian Canyon?"

Stone vented his anger angrily: "Where is its tiger mother and father? Why don't you take care of it and prevent it from running around."

Although the tiger is only one year old, she has nurtured it with spiritual power since childhood. It is a circle bigger than its older brothers and sisters, and it is no different from an adult tiger.

Su Qingluo gently stroked Huya's blood-stained fur, his eyes darkened.

"Yin'er, go check the whereabouts of the pair of white tigers, and let me know as soon as there is any news."

"Good."

The little kingfisher cheered up and flew towards the continuous mountains in the morning sun.

Huya was seriously injured and couldn't wake up for a while.

Su Qingluo was afraid that the little cuties would laugh and make noise after getting up, making too much noise, which would affect Huya's rest and hinder its recovery from injuries.

Taking advantage of the dawn and before the cute babies got up, she went around from room to room.

Tell everyone in the family about Huya's injury, and carefully tell them to keep quiet and not to wake Huya.

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