Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Dashan Village.

noon.

The sunny day was suddenly disturbed by a chaotic noise.

“Ah…woo.”

A tiger that stood taller than two adult men ran out of the mountains, roaring deafeningly toward the sky as a signal for a meal, and pounced on the nearest person.

"Monsters, there are monsters."

The person closest to the foot of the mountain was a thin man. While the strong laborers were busy in the fields, he was sitting at the foot of the mountain and being lazy.

He is not a hooligan, but he is a lazy guy who doesn't like to work.

At this moment, seeing the huge tiger, he was so frightened that only one soul was left.

After a cry of fear, he used his hands and feet to get up from the ground and ran quickly towards the village.

The thin man can guarantee that he has never run faster than he is now.

But after all, he could not defeat the trained tiger demon.

In just a few breaths, he was caught by the tiger demon and torn into two pieces.

The tiger demon threw the thin man's lower body to the ground with disgust, and used its sharp claws to dig into the man's chest, took out a bright red heart, and stuffed it into its mouth.

After chewing for a few times, a look of satisfaction appeared on the tiger demon's face. It licked its paws and pounced towards the crowded place in the village.

"Help! Help!"

"Ahhh, monster, monster."

"Mother, mother, I'm scared, mother, wuwuwuwuwu."

For a moment, the screams of middle-aged people, the whimpering of children in fear and other sounds all came together in a mess, making the quiet little village become terribly "lively".

In the empty forest, the roar of tigers resounded through the sky, and the shrill cries for help became weaker and weaker.

In the sky not far away, two long swords were floating in the air, and on each sword stood a monk with tied hair and dressed in black clothes.

"Brother Huai, look, there is such a strong demonic aura."

One of the male cultivators pointed to a forest within sight and said to his companions.

The companion did not reply to him, but drove his sword forward, and soon left the other man several miles behind.

"Wait for me, Brother Huai."

Seeing this, the male cultivator who spoke first quickly caught up with his sword.

In just a moment, the two arrived at the location.

The horrifying scene also appeared clearly in front of the two people.

A tiger demon that is several times larger than an ordinary tiger is digging out a person's heart. There is bright red blood on both sides of its mouth, its eyes are ferocious, and its appearance is extremely terrifying.

He swallowed the heart in one gulp, but still felt unsatisfied, and ran to catch up with another person.

Shao Yue fled in a dishevel, his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with dust and scratches from sand.

The tiger demon was chasing him from behind. Shao Yue didn't even dare to look back and just ran forward desperately.

She was running so fast and so absorbed in her efforts that she failed to notice a piece of gravel on the road. She stepped on it, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

Shao Yue wanted to get up and keep running, but the tiger demon had already caught up with her, grinning grimly and stretching out its claws to try to dig out her heart.

Shao Yue fell to the ground and closed his eyes. He dared not look at the horrific scene in front of him anymore and quietly waited for death to come.

But unexpectedly, instead of feeling the pain in her chest, she heard the tiger demon's cry of pain.

Shao Yue opened his eyes and stabbed a long sword into the tiger monster's chest, killing it with one blow.

She was saved.

Shao Yue's eyes lit up and he looked up, seeing a young man in black clothes coming towards the sunlight. He retracted his sword swiftly, looking heroic and majestic, he should be the immortal cultivator as rumored.

Facing the sunlight, Shao Yue couldn't see the face of the person in front of her clearly.

She wanted to stand up and say thank you, but she found that her clothes were torn and tattered from the chase and escape just now, and she was really not fit to be seen in public.

So Shao Yue turned around and pulled his clothes together. When he stood up again, there were two monks in black robes standing in front of him.

Shao Yue was confused for a moment, not knowing which one was the benefactor who saved her.

The black robes on the two young men were extremely similar, well-cut and finely made, and should be the sect's uniform for disciples.

Because of this, Shao Yue could not clearly recognize the appearance of her savior and could only look at the two of them carefully to try to identify them.

One of them had an outstanding temperament, a face as white as jade, lofty eyebrows, deep eyes that seemed to hide thousands of stars, gentle and elegant, and looked like a good-tempered young man.

However, Shao Yue could see the arrogance and indifference hidden in his eyes.

When she was ten years old, her parents died in a disaster. She lived alone in the village, which trained her to have a sharp mind.

Shao Yue's mind is extremely sharp and she can easily see the hidden nature of others.

Immortal cultivation disciples are different from ordinary people, so it is natural for them to be arrogant. Shao Yue would not and had no reason to blame him for being hypocritical.

But in the end, the secret expectation in my heart shifted its target.

Shao Yue looked at the other young man in black.

The other one had charming eyebrows, upturned peach blossom eyes, and rosy thin lips. He looked like a restless playboy.

But his eyes were shining, and Shao Yue could see pity in his eyes for the villagers who had their hearts dug out by the tiger demon and died.

After a comparison, Shao Yue confirmed the savior in her heart.

However, we naturally cannot ignore the other person at this time.

Shao Yue gathered her clothes, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a clear and crisp voice.

"Thank you both for saving my life."

The gentle boy had a soft smile on his face. He looked at the villagers who looked like "little beggars" in front of him and nodded slightly.

The other boy with peach blossom eyes seemed much more lively. When he heard Shao Yue's voice, which was obviously a girl's, his eyes suddenly widened.

Shao Yue was in a really miserable state, wearing only coarse linen clothes. She fell countless times while running away, and her face and body were covered with dirt, obscuring her true appearance.

Her hair was messy, and at a casual glance, you could really mistake her for a little beggar whose gender was hard to tell.

But once she opened her mouth, there would be no more mistaking her.

Be more gentle with girls.

The peach blossom eyed boy softened his voice and asked softly:

"Girl, are you hurt anywhere?"

There were many exposed small wounds on her body, and the boy with peach blossom eyes was worried that some of them might have been scratched by the tiger demon.

The wounds caused by monsters are very likely to be contaminated with the monster's evil spirit.

If evil spirit enters the body, it may be life-threatening for ordinary people.

Shao Yue was filled with gratitude towards her "lifesaver" and spoke to him with more enthusiasm.

"No, no, the injuries on my body were all caused by scratches and rubs. Thanks to your timely arrival, I haven't been caught by the tiger monster yet."

Hearing her words, the boy with peach blossom eyes looked a little dim.

"It's a pity that we didn't come earlier, otherwise we could have saved everyone in the village, and no innocent souls would have died under the claws of the tiger monster."

Shao Yue was moved by the boy's sincerity even though he was a monk. She comforted him.

"Don't blame yourself, benefactor. If there were no benefactor, we would all die under the tiger's claws."

The remaining survivors gathered together, nodded, and thanked the two again and again.