Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

"Ah! Old Tiger!"

The guards saw a flash before their eyes, and then a white figure rushed into the crowd.

When they saw clearly what it was, they all turned pale with fear and screamed, backing away.

Tiger! The king of all beasts in the mountains!

Such a ferocious beast is still very frightening when you first see it.

The guards followed to the capital from the northern border. Although they had been on the battlefield and killed people, they had never faced such a ferocious beast head-on!

It was also the first time that Shui Bailian faced a ferocious beast like a tiger. When she heard the tiger's roar, she was startled, and her mind, which had been overwhelmed by shame and anger, became temporarily clear.

However, before she could react, she saw a white shadow flying towards her.

That agile figure, those tiger stripes on the white fur that represent the king of beasts, those bloodthirsty eyes, that gaping bloody mouth...

"what……"

The frightened Shui Bailian only had time to scream before she was knocked to the ground.

When she looked up, she saw that her brother, who had been angry with her just now, had taken the attack of the white tiger for her, with blood gushing from his right arm.

Shui Bailian’s face was as pale as paper. She used her hands and feet to crawl backwards, signaling the guards to protect her.

He didn't even say a word of concern for his brother who had protected him.

Shui Baihong covered the bleeding wound with his left hand. Seeing his sister's actions, he felt chilled.

This is the sister he has protected since childhood!

Although they occasionally have quarrels, he thinks it is just normal daily interactions between siblings and is confident that their relationship is still very good.

He had protected his sister well since she was young, and even risked his life to protect her from danger several times. She should also respect and love her brother.

But I didn't expect...

He lowered his head, looking sad.

"Take care of the wound quickly!"

A cold but pleasant voice was heard, and then an exquisite little porcelain bottle was brought to him by a pair of slender white hands.

Shui Baihong suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the woman's face which was not fair but very attractive. He didn't know whether he felt ashamed, angry or grateful.

Seeing that he was just looking at her without saying anything, Qiao Ran did not take the porcelain bottle and apologized impatiently:

"I'm sorry, it was my Qiuqiu who hurt you by mistake. This bottle of medicine powder is my homemade medicine for wounds. It works better than gold medicine. Applying it on the wound will stop bleeding and heal quickly without leaving any scars."

Shui Baihong finally came to his senses and was about to pick up the porcelain bottle with his left hand that was pressing on the wound.

But he saw that his hands were covered in blood, and he was worried about dirtying the porcelain vase and the girl's hands, so he stopped again.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Ran pursed her lips and was about to reach out to tear the clothes on his right arm to apply medicine to him.

Mo Beihan immediately reached out and took the porcelain bottle from her hand: "Let me do it!"

Qiao Ran raised her eyebrows and looked at him in surprise.

Shui Baihong was even more surprised, staring at his childhood playmate, as if he suddenly didn't recognize him.

This guy who is always cold-hearted would actually take the initiative to apply medicine to himself?

He didn't think he was worthy of this person serving him.

Sure enough, Mo Beihan frowned and looked at the bloody patch on his arm with disgust, as if he didn't know where to start.

Shui Baihong just stared at him and saw that he didn't move for a long time. His own wound was burning with unbearable pain. He felt that the blood was about to flow out and his face started to turn pale.

I sighed inwardly, what on earth was he expecting?

In desperation, he had to use his uninjured left hand to tear open the clothes at the wound to reveal the wound.

The wound was about the length of a finger, with the red flesh exposed, obviously caused by the tiger's sharp claws.

Fortunately, he was not bitten by the tiger, otherwise, with the force of the tiger's bite, I'm afraid that his arm would have been broken.