Not only was the tiger not dead, but it was also wearing the State Capital's armor to protect his fragile and fatal heart. Bai Fan knew that the tiger's heart was on the right side, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to kill the tiger. Therefore, he ran away without hesitation.
The leg strength of a sixth-ranked martial artist was almost comparable to that of a thousand-li horse. Bai Fan was soon stopped in a small forest.
"How does it feel to be a fugitive?" the tiger asked calmly.
"It's terrible," Bai Fan said.
"Not bad. I haven't had a good night's sleep for the past two months!" the tiger said through gritted teeth. "It's all thanks to you!"
"I didn't ask you to break into the prison," Bai Fan said.
"That's right, you didn't. It was that little thief, Ma Shun." The Whistling Striped Tiger grinned maliciously. "He took the bounty and fled to a remote town. He became a rich man and married several wives. However, he couldn't enjoy it, so I killed them all. Of course, he died in my hands. Don't you think it's funny? Just when he thought his future was bright, he fell into the deepest despair. "
Bai Fan said, "I'm giving him a taste of his own medicine to vent my anger."
The tiger said, "Now it's your turn. I'm going to peel off your nails one by one, break your fingers one by one, dig out your eyes, cut off your nose, and break one of your legs. If you don't hand over the secret art, I'll slowly heal your wounds and do it again … I really hope you don't give in so quickly, just like how I made you beg in the beginning."
Bai Fan could not help but tremble when he thought about the pain of his broken fingers. He gritted his teeth and hoped to escape the control of fear. He pulled out his sword and stared at the tiger's eyes. If he could blind it, he might still have a chance to live.
"Looks like you've chosen to resist!" The tiger laughed maniacally and charged at him like the wind.
Bai Fan's body stiffened from the impact, and he almost forgot to move at that moment. At this critical moment, he had the courage to risk his life. He ignored the tiger's claws and met the tiger's attack with all his might. He stabbed the sword in his hand twice.
Whoosh!
This …
The two swords were almost as fast as the flying swords. His chest felt like it was being torn apart, because the tiger's claws had unavoidably landed on his chest. However, the other party still wanted to interrogate him about the absolute art, so he didn't kill him.
These two strikes were actually effective. The first strike blinded one of the tiger's eyes, and the next strike was caught by the tiger's other claw. Even so, the Howling Striped Tiger roared at the sky in pain. Bai Fan took advantage of his last breath to escape, but he only took two steps before he felt his body go limp.
The claws were poisoned!
He really didn't expect that the Howling Patterned Tiger would actually smear poison on its hands to deal with a child like him.
"Haha … I knew you still had some tricks up your sleeve. You're not unfamiliar with the taste of that poison, right? It's the Muscle Softening Powder … I shouldn't have given you the antidote back then …" After the Howling Striped Tiger recovered from the pain, it covered its eyes and chased after him with a sinister smile.
Bai Fan's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he became more and more panicked. Gradually, he stopped moving and knelt on the ground. The experiences of the past four to five months flashed through his mind like a fleeting view of flowers on horseback. Grief and indignation rose from the bottom of his heart.
"What … What did I do wrong … Why did you treat me like this!" His tears fell uncontrollably. Thinking about what was about to happen, his fear rose to the extreme. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the river surging. He didn't know where he got the strength to stand up, but he sprinted a few steps and jumped into the fast-flowing river. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.
"Even if I drown to death, I won't fall into his hands!"
…
At that time, Yan Shiyi was only about ten years old. Within a few hundred miles of Swallow Dock, he was a child prodigy that everyone knew. One day, he heard that the village had saved a child from drowning, so he went to take a look.
Swallow Dock was located in a remote area where mountains and rivers met. The people had been fishing for generations, and their customs were simple and honest. It had been a long time since strangers came to the village, so they were very curious and surrounded the room.
Yan Shiyi was smart enough not to squeeze into the room, and walked to the window. When the children saw him, they quickly made way for him. "Eleventh Elder Brother." Even those who were a few years older than him didn't dare to be presumptuous. They obediently stayed at the side, just like the king of the children.
"Eleventh Elder Brother, look at this child. He's so strange. Grandpa has fed him a lot of soup, but he still hasn't woken up." A cute little girl saw Yan Shiyi.
She couldn't hide the smile on her face, and she rushed forward to grab Yan Shiyi's hand.
Yan Shiyi looked in through the window and saw that the child was emaciated. He was so hungry that he was only skin and bones, and the only breath he had was the slight rise and fall of his chest. However, there was a murderous aura surging around the child's cloud platform. It was obvious that he had woken up long ago. His face turned cold, and he said indifferently, "If you dare to take out the short sword in your sleeve, I'll cut off your hand so that you can never hold a sword again." He could tell that the child had been immersed in swordsmanship for a long time. Not being able to hold a sword was definitely a more painful punishment than death.
The child was naturally Bai Fan, who had jumped into the water to commit suicide. Bai Fan slowly opened his eyes and looked out of the window.
Yan Shiyi had been intelligent since he was born. He had six senses and was protected by the Twelve Celestial Lords. There was nothing in this world that could baffle him, and naturally, he had never encountered anything that could surprise him. When he saw Bai Fan's eyes, he was surprised for the first time. What a complicated look it was. It was sharp, sad, vicious, murderous, numb, and tired as if he had seen everything in the world of mortals. However, under all these complicated feelings, there was still kindness and hope. It was as if a deity and a demon king were living in his body at the same time.
"What's your name?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Hey, the living or the dead, who's suffering more?"
When Bai Fan asked this question when he was only six years old, Yan Shiyi was completely stumped.
The past and the present seemed to overlap, but the same question had no answer.
"Ah Li, what's your wish?" Yan Shiyi asked softly. He was the only one who had heard Yan Li call "Paper Kite" in his sleep countless times.
"My wish …" The golden flames in Yan Li's eyes finally burned out, and the haziness disappeared. He raised his head and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the Rain Bell and feel Ji Zhiyuan's warmth through the Rain Bell. However, both of them were gone. "Let's hold a funeral like Chao Sheng …"
"Yan Shifang, don't think that Yan Shiyi can really come in!" Liu Tang said fearlessly. "The Lightning God Stage itself is a formation. If it's not someone we approve of, it's impossible for anyone to enter or leave. If I want to kill you, he naturally can't stop me!"
In the next moment, the Lightning God Stage, which was sixty to seventy feet tall, split apart.
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