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With the support of Shu's father, Song Yan slowly walked out of the door. Looking up, she saw a white figure walking towards them lightly in the distance.

His eyes fell on Shu Changyu who had returned safely. The tension in his heart finally relaxed and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

From afar, when the villagers witnessed the big beast being carried down the mountain, the whole village fell into boiling amazement.

One of them rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief: "Oh my God, am I seeing things? That's a giant insect!"

"I saw it too. It was a big insect. Someone really killed it!"

Some people were excited and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a tiger-fighting hero in our village."

Everyone watched intently as they carried the big insect down the mountain and carefully placed it on flat ground.

The villagers gathered around with fear and curiosity. When they saw it, they all gasped: "Wow!"

This tiger has a huge body, strong and powerful limbs, and claws as sharp as knives. One can imagine how ferocious and terrifying it was when it was alive.

Some brave villagers even came closer to take a closer look.

Someone in the crowd joked, "Haozi, you're standing so close, aren't you afraid it might suddenly jump up and bite you?"

Haozi responded nonchalantly: "They're all dead, what are you afraid of?"

He even boldly reached out his hand and touched the big beast's claws, exclaiming: "These claws are so fierce!"

Shu's mother also squeezed into the crowd to see the tiger. As soon as she saw the knife wound on its chest, she knew what was going on.

The orange sunset slowly spread across the horizon, gradually dyeing the white clothes of the slowly approaching boy into a fiery red.

As the last ray of sunlight shone on his face, that expressionless handsome face was dyed as rosy as a peach blossom and his eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting.

It was like a fairy walking out of the forest, making his mind gradually become dazed, and the whole person seemed to be lying among the clouds, floating in the air.

It wasn't until Shu Changyu walked up to him that he came back to his senses and smiled: "You're back."

Shu Changyu glanced at the silly smile on his face, narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his eyebrows.

Father Shu also asked, "You are not injured, right?"

Shu Changyu was as frugal with words as always: "No."

At this time, the villagers gathered around the returning people. One of them patted Uncle Li San on the shoulder and praised him with a smile: "Li San, I didn't expect you to be so brave. You actually killed a big insect and came back."

"Good! Good! Good!" The old village chief's voice trembled with excitement and he said "good" several times in a row.

His old face was full of smiles, and he said with pride: "You are worthy of being a good man of our Xiaoli Village!"

As soon as Uncle Li came back, he was unexpectedly surrounded by a crowd of people. Before he even had time to explain, he was drowned in praises.

Hearing the village chief's praise, he looked embarrassed and couldn't help but said, "Village chief, it wasn't the big bug we killed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him seemed to be stunned for a long time as if a pause button had been pressed.

The old village chief thought he had heard it wrong because of his old age and hard of hearing, so he repeated loudly: "What? You said you didn't kill this big bug?!"

Uncle Li said awkwardly, "It's not us."

The villagers also reacted. They looked at each other in disbelief and asked, "If it's not you, then could it be Shuanzi and the others?"

Li Ping, who was standing next to him, gave a bitter smile: "Neither are they."

"The warrior who killed the tiger was not from our Xiaoli Village."

It turned out that he was not from their Xiaoli Village. This news was like a bolt from the blue, and the villagers found it hard to accept.

Everyone asked, "Is he really not a warrior from our Xiaoli Village?"

Li Ping shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "I also hope it's us."

The old village chief looked a little unhappy: "With so many of you, you still can't deal with a big insect?"

Li Ping no longer cared about saving face, and explained with a wry smile: "You don't know, when we saw the big beast, our legs became as weak as noodles, and we couldn't even run."

Li Chuan, who had just squeezed in, couldn't help but speak after hearing this. He said with a hint of fear in his voice: "You didn't see it. Dongsheng ran a few steps slower and was almost taken away by the big insect."

His words made the villagers feel nervous. Thinking of Dongsheng who had a broken arm, everyone's high spirits instantly plummeted, and the excitement on their faces gradually disappeared.

Yes, if tigers were so easy to kill, everyone could become a tiger-fighting hero.

But over the past few decades, only this one big tiger was killed, and it was not killed by the strong men of their Xiaoli village.

"Who killed the giant insect?"

Someone impatiently pulled his sleeve and asked, "Liping, tell me quickly, who is this warrior?"

Li Chuan pointed to a figure in the crowd and said, "Look, that's him."

Coincidentally, at this moment, Song Yan slowly approached with the support of Shu's father.

When everyone saw Song Yan's thin body, they were all unconvinced and full of doubt.

Can this small body beat a big beast? Are you kidding us?

Song Yan's heart suddenly trembled when he was stared at by so many people. No, he couldn't panic.

He puffed out his chest and said with bravado: "I hit you, what's wrong?"

Everyone asked loudly, "How can you possibly beat a giant insect?"

Song Yan raised his chin and said, "How can it be impossible?"

He limped to the tiger's side, squatted down, and pointed at the wound on its heart. "I stabbed it with my knife."

As he spoke, he took off the short knife hanging at his waist and pulled it out for everyone to see: "Look, are the blades exactly the same?"

Everyone compared the knife wound on the tiger's chest and found that it was indeed stabbed by this knife.

Everyone was speechless, and they had no choice but to believe it.

The old village chief was silent for a long time, and finally said: "The young man is so young, I really don't think he is so brave."

Since the village chief said so, the villagers had no choice but to accept it. They surrounded Song Yan and complimented him for a while.

"Brother, you are young and promising."

"Let me see, he's quite handsome."

There are also those who like matchmaking who ask: "How old is the young man? Is he married?"

Song Yan was flattered and said hypocritically, "It was just luck that I accidentally killed a big insect. It's not worth all the praise."

One of them stared at his face and looked at him carefully: "I think you look familiar. By the way, which village are you from, little brother?"

Song Yan's face froze for a moment, and she could hardly keep her smile on.

Outside the crowd, Shu Changyu smiled and said, "Oh, he is from Zhangjia Village."

As he said this, he glanced at Song Yan.

Song Yan noticed the meaningful look in his eyes and became more and more certain that he did it on purpose, he definitely did it on purpose!

As soon as they heard the three words "Zhangjia Village", everyone's faces changed instantly, as if they were afraid of encountering the plague, and they all stayed three feet away.

Including the aunt who had just enthusiastically tried to help him find a partner, she shook off his hand with a gloomy look on her face.

Especially the village chief, his old face was particularly dark, like a sky covered with dark clouds, so gloomy that water could drip from it.

The head of Xiaoli Village was older and more majestic. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing Song Yan, and then he slowly said, "From Zhangjia Village?"

Song Yan swallowed nervously and nodded: "Yes, yes."

The old village chief sneered: "It turns out that the little brother from Zhangjia Village is really good!"