Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 161 Thatched Cottage
early morning.

After a night's rest, the little tiger's wound was basically fine except for a bald part that affected its appearance.

My spirit has also improved a lot, and I started screaming as soon as I woke up.

Like a little baby clamoring for milk.

When it barked, Zhenhai, a pure-blood sophomore, couldn't help it, crying like ghosts and howling like wolves.

The quiet morning atmosphere was suddenly shattered.

Everyone was woken up, and walked out of the tent sleepily and cursing.

"Little guy, if you are so naughty, you will be spanked."

Ya Shayan appeared behind the little tiger, and flicked on the little tiger's forehead with her fingers.

By the way, I stuffed a bag of Zhenhai dog food into it.

Ya Shayan was sweating, as if she had just returned from a workout.

In fact, she always got up earlier than others.

This morning, he woke up before it was dark, found a quiet place, and swung the wooden sword.

She was recalling the sword moves that she was forced to use when she fought against No. 37 yesterday.

However, no matter how the Yashayan imitates it, it still lacks the essence.

I can't get back the feeling of being held by hands and controlling my body.

With loss, Ya Shayan returned to the camp.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I came back, I saw the scene of the little tiger making a fuss.

The little tiger sniffed the dog food, then wrinkled his nose, and took a few steps back in disgust.

As if to say: "Dogs won't eat this stuff."

"Hey! You're quite picky?" Ya Shayan raised her eyebrows and said lightly, "If you don't want to eat, just go hungry."

"Roar--"

The little tiger let out a cry of dissatisfaction, and then walked away.

It didn't take long before he got the rope from nowhere, and put the long sword he saw yesterday back on his back.

It was obviously a tiger, but its movements were more human-like than that of a monkey, and it carried the sword in two or three strokes.

It can be seen that it is not the first time to do this kind of thing.

It was too late yesterday and it was dark, so Yashayan couldn't see the sword clearly.

Looking carefully now, I found that the whole long sword seemed to be made of some kind of black metal.

The sword body is translucent, like a mirror, reflecting the outside world.

On both sides of the sword body, there are strips of red lines.

Like flowing blood, and like the red markings on a little tiger.

Just one glance, Ya Shayan fell in love with this sword.

It was a kind of love branded deep in the soul, as if it had a natural fate with this sword.

But before Yashayan could touch the long sword, the little tiger ran away with the sword on his back.

"Hey, where are you going?
Your wounds haven't healed yet! "

Ya Shayan was startled immediately, and hurriedly raised her feet to catch up.

This chase, but almost lost the way.

I saw the little tiger running and jumping nimbly in the jungle, without any signs of injury.

"Slow down, don't tear the wound open!"

Yashayan was angry and funny, as if she saw her shadow in the little tiger.

At that time, she was also so tiger-headed and tiger-headed, even though she was injured, she was impatient to find someone to fight.

In the end, it can only be that old wounds have not healed and new wounds have been added.

Yashayan didn't expect the little tiger to be so good at running, so he took her directly over a mountain and came to another mountain.

"Not here."

Yashayan recognized the mountain.

It was their original target, where the little tiger was last photographed by a drone.

Could this be the lair of the little tiger?

"Roar."

The actions of the little tiger seemed to confirm what Ya Shayan thought in his heart.

It turned its head and roared at Yasha Yan, and turned into a mountain path, as if to let Yasha Yan quickly follow.

Stepping on the rugged path, all the way up.

After twisting and turning, the little tiger finally stopped.

What appeared in front of Yasha Yan was a narrow and old thatched cottage.

With a whoosh, the little tiger jumped into the grass hut.

Ya Shayan was slightly taken aback, and walked towards the thatched cottage while observing the surrounding environment.

Several big trees around the sky stretch out dense branches, hiding the thatched cottage in the shade of the trees.

Behind the thatched cottage is a stream flowing down from the top of the mountain.

The trickling stream, the flowers red and the willows green, looks like a paradise hidden in the mountains.

It can be said that the hut is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

Stepping on the yellow and fallen leaves on the ground, smelling the smell of corruption in the air, Yashayan frowned slightly.

It doesn't look like a place where humans live.

At least not anytime soon.

The thatched hut didn't even have a door, and Yashayan stepped in with one foot.

What comes into view is the walls that are ventilated everywhere, as well as spider webs.

The sawdust all over the place seems to prove that furniture was once placed here.

The precarious appearance of the thatched cottage made Ya Shayan worry that it would collapse in the next second.

And in the corner of the cottage, there is a small nest made of rags and hay.

The little tiger was lying on it and rolling happily.

"Little guy, do you usually live here?"

Looking at the crude nest, Yashayan felt a little distressed for no reason.

The little tiger nodded, then suddenly left the nest and ran towards the back of the house.

Ya Shayan shook her head and followed.

This time, the little tiger brought Yashayan to the stream behind the thatched cottage.

The stream is so clear that you can see the rocks below.

The clear water of the stream made Yashayan couldn't help but want to take a sip of it.

The next moment, the little tiger jumped directly into the stream.

And jumping between several big rocks.

However, Yashayan discovered something not simple.

The seemingly playful behavior of the little tiger seems to have a certain pattern.

Between the left and right jumps, the originally calm stream suddenly paused.

Immediately afterwards, the soil under the stream surged, and a red box broke out of the ground and slowly floated to the surface of the water.

This is an agency? !
Ya Shayan's heart trembled, and she watched this scene in surprise.

She was curious, who made this organ?
It can't be a little tiger, right?
The behavior of carrying a sword is already against the sky, you can't even do such things as organs, right?

Then there seems to be only one possibility left.

It was made by the original owner of the thatched cottage!

And that person is likely to be the original owner of the little tiger.

"Roar!"

The little tiger jumped back to the shore, tugged on Ya Shayan's trousers, and motioned her to get the red box.

After Ya Shayan fished out the box, she stared and observed.

Then I found that a special lock was installed on the box. The shape of the keyhole was different from that of ordinary locks, but it looked familiar.

At this time, the little tiger untied the red-patterned sword on his back and put it at Ya Shayan's feet.

Ya Shayan looked at the red-patterned sword, her eyes lit up.

Isn't the shape of the keyhole exactly the shape of the blade of this sword?
Could it be that the key to open the box is actually this red-patterned sword?
Ya Shayan picked up the red-patterned sword and inserted it into the keyhole.

The two fit together perfectly.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the lid of the red box automatically popped open.

A piece of parchment with writing on it lay quietly in the box.

Although Ya Shayan couldn't understand what was written on it, she instantly recognized where the writing was.

Tongtian Dynasty, ancient characters!
(End of this chapter)