I rely on being cute to level up [StarCraft]

The tiger suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Bin couldn't help but his mind went blank and he was full of panic.

He hastily propped himself up.

The tiger in his arms closed his eyes, and with the horrific wounds on his body, he seemed to be dead.

Zhao Bin's hands couldn't help shaking.

Will not.

It won't die.

It managed to escape, how could it die here.

Zhao Bin plucked up his courage and tested the tiger's breath.

The seemingly weak breath seems to be ignored at any time.

But Zhao Bin's originally suspended heart immediately returned to its original place.

His face was in shock.

Fortunately.

Fortunately it's fine.

It must have suffered a lot these days.

Hunger and injuries torment it all the time, maybe it hasn't slept for a long time.

It suddenly shook its hind legs.

Like being haunted by a nightmare.

Zhao Bin hugged the tiger carefully and patted its head, "It's all right, go to sleep..."

The tiger gradually calmed down.

*******

Ji Wuxiu is not a saint or a hypocritical person.

However, when he first came to this world, he received the help of many mutant beasts.

There are black panthers, there are silver wolves...

The kindness in their nature made him gradually develop a sense of belonging to the race of mutant beasts.

So when he saw the miserable situation of the mutant beasts, he had the urge to save them.

But now a mutant beast died in front of him.

The last wish of this mutant beast before it died was to escape from the cage.

Humble and heartrending.

If only he could come earlier.

Perhaps such a tragedy would not have happened.

"Marshal..." Zhao Bin walked over and said softly.

Only then did Ji Wuxiu hurriedly wipe away the tears, and he didn't care how stupid and cute he looked at this moment because of the strands of fur that had turned into strands of hair because of the tears.

Otis was still holding the little pet, soothing its back.

He glanced at the mutant beast in Zhao Bin's arms, and asked in surprise, "Where did you find it?"

Zhao Bin pointed over there and said, "That's right there."

Ji Wuxiu was a little embarrassed, and quickly broke free from Otis' arms, and kept looking at the sleeping tiger, worry almost overflowing from his eyes.

Otis frowned and asked, "How is it?"

Zhao Bin replied: "Although it was injured, fortunately it will not endanger its life."

Ji Wuxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully it didn't die.

Now that the tiger is found, it's time to go back.

Zhao Bin hugged the tiger all the way, with a complicated expression on his face.

The tiger has been starved for a long time, and despite its huge stature, it is surprisingly light in weight.

Along the way, he didn't even feel tired at all.

If he can survive this time, he must find a way to make this tiger chubby.

*********

Inside the bomb shelter.

Without the control of the army, the supernatural beings became more and more unscrupulous.

Someone stared at the young children with undisguised eyes, not as obscure as before.

The woman holding the child seemed to be aware of the uneasy eyes around her, and tightly guarded the child, her expression becoming more and more frightened.

The young child's eyes were wide open, his face was childish and innocent, he gently tugged at the woman's sleeve, and said softly, "Mom, I'm so scared."

The woman's eyes turned red instantly, she hugged the child tightly, and said with trembling mouth: "It's okay, don't be afraid, mom will definitely protect you."

No one can hurt her child.

She muttered something, her eyes were full of determination and madness.

It has been two or three days since the wormhole crisis occurred.

The food crisis spread in the air-raid shelter. Although the mutants were unscrupulous, they did not dare to go too far.

No one knows whether those troops will be able to return.

Wait two more days.

If the army still hasn't come back after two days.

So……

Thinking of this, the supernatural person laughed greedily.

At this moment, there seemed to be a slight sound coming from the sky above the air-raid shelter.

Everyone fell silent immediately, and ordinary people hid in the corner trembling in fear.

Everyone is praying that mutants don't find this place.

But it didn't take long for the small noise to grow louder.

This made everyone panic suddenly.

"Have the mutants found us?"

"Will not."

"Maybe someone from the army is back."

Ordinary people guessed anxiously.

Some supernatural beings quickly took a defensive posture, their eyes full of defense.

Soon, human voices came from above.

"Is there anyone in there? We are the b87 Legion, coming to rescue refugees. If anyone can hear what I said, please give a signal response as soon as possible."

This sentence was repeated three times in a row.

The panicked people immediately quieted down.

Everyone's expression is full of disbelief.

The army... actually came?

They finally don't have to wait here to die!

Everyone suddenly went crazy.

"Help, we're inside, come and save me."

Most ordinary people instinctively called for help and ran desperately to the exit. Some people were caught off guard and pushed down to the ground. He tried to get up in a panic, but was stepped on again by the people pouring out from behind.

One after another.

He started screaming.

Struggling desperately.

In the end I lost my breath.

The army realized that it was not good, and quickly reassured everyone not to panic, let alone crowd, so as to avoid stampede accidents.

But everyone didn't listen at all, and still frantically wanted to leave the air-raid shelter.

It seems that only in this way can we escape from danger.

The army once again solemnly warned everyone not to crowd and stampede, but they still couldn't stop the fearful people.

When people are under fear, they cannot control their emotions and behaviors at all.

Then, another person who was injured by the stampede screamed, desperately shouting: "Don't squeeze, please don't squeeze."

But everyone turned a blind eye, still surging forward in fear.

The second lieutenant made a decisive decision and immediately ordered some soldiers to go in to maintain order.

The soldiers immediately swarmed in and began to control everyone in an orderly manner, ordering them to go out one by one, and crowding and trampling were prohibited.

After everyone came out, people discovered that several ordinary people had died inside.

One was killed by a supernatural power.

Four more died in a stampede.

The second lieutenant ordered someone to carry out the dead body, and it was placed on the ground brightly, with a gloomy and unkind expression. He looked around at the two thousand refugees, including those with supernatural powers, ordinary people, and even women and children.

The supernatural beings gathered together and watched with cold eyes.

Apparently they realized that the military seemed to have a problem with them.

Ordinary people trembled, their eyes full of uneasiness and fear, for fear that the army would blame them for trampling people to death.

They... they didn't kill on purpose.