Ancient natural disasters, walking sideways in the maximum level space!

Everyone sat in the hall of the county government waiting for news about the little prince.

Bu Jing was so anxious that she couldn't sit still. She kept covering her chest and looked out with a pale face.

Khan's kick hit her right in the heart, causing her to cough continuously, and the doctor told her to rest well.

But now her son is missing, and there is a high possibility that he has been kidnapped by a tiger. How can she rest in peace?

The little prince is now her only support. As long as the little prince is there, her status as his biological mother will not be too bad.

Those concubines who had children lived a decent and glorious life even if they did not receive favor once in a whole year.

If the little prince was gone, she couldn't imagine how miserable her future would be.

As time passed, Khan became more and more anxious.

At two o'clock in the morning, the county government office was brightly lit, and the corridors and outside the rooms were filled with grassland warriors holding big swords.

Everyone was a little tired at this time, especially the Khan. After several days of indulgence, he had dark circles under his eyes and felt weak.

But Madam Guo couldn't bear it any longer, so she took a few concubines with whom she had a good relationship and left first to go back and rest.

The remaining few women who loved to watch the fun leaned back in their chairs, yawning, waiting for the next news.

When everything was quiet and everyone was bored, the sound of something heavy falling was heard from the back of the hall.

The noise was like a sack falling to the ground. Everyone was so frightened that they even breathed softly.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement from the back, and everyone thought it was just the noise made by the people who were searching.

Moreover, there are many guards guarding the corridor outside the door, so there will definitely be no danger.

Thinking of this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and moved their hands and feet that were numb from nervousness. The women who were waiting to watch the fun looked at each other hesitantly.

Feeling uneasy, they all stood up and asked the Khan for permission to go back. The latter waved his hand impatiently and told them to go down.

Just as a few people stood up and prepared to leave, one of the women looked up and subconsciously glanced at the window behind the screen. She was frightened by the tiger head standing there quietly staring at everyone, so she screamed and squatted down with her head in her hands.

The Khan was frightened. What a spendthrift old woman!

Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, the woman pointed at the screen with her limp hands and stammered, "Old... Tiger!! Behind... Behind... Behind..."

When she uttered the first key word, Khan stood up suddenly and looked back, his pupils dilated to the extreme.

The hazy moonlight cast the scene outside the window onto the screen, and a huge tiger head came into everyone's sight. Everyone seemed to be under a spell, staring blankly in the direction of the tiger.

The tiger didn't move, just stared at the people in the room, its tail wagging back and forth.

Next to it is a slightly smaller tiger, holding in its mouth... The Little Prince???!!!

Khan roared and woke everyone up, "Someone come!!"

They all looked for places to hide. The grassland warriors outside rushed in and saw the huge tiger head in the back window at a glance.

These two tigers were so huge that they were frightening. The warriors' calves were shaking from such close contact with the tigers.

At the same time, a surge of excitement surged in his heart. Prairie warriors are born with a desire to conquer ferocious animals.

The more ferocious and warlike they are, the stronger their desire is. Before, there were several giant snakes, tigers, and black bears together, which was very troublesome.

There are only these two tigers here now, they are just a little bigger in size, but they are still tigers after all.

They had fought two tigers before and captured even more ferocious animals.

For a moment, the warriors' morale soared, and each of them was eager to try with their swords in hand.

If we catch a tiger of this size, it will go down in history.

Just as the warriors were excitedly cheering themselves up, the two tigers moved.

Their heavy weight did not hinder their speed at all, and the movement of climbing through the window was so smooth as if the two tigers were used to doing it.

When they really stood in front of everyone, the oppressive feeling brought by the tiger's body forced them to look up.

Only then did they realize that they seemed to have overestimated themselves. The two animals in front of them could no longer be called tigers. They were tiger monsters that had become spirits!

The tigers walked slowly and gracefully to the front of the Khan, but in the eyes of everyone, they were just two monsters with bloody mouths wide open wanting to eat people!

The Khan was forced to retreat slowly, and the last warrior was forced to retreat out of the door. Everyone retreated silently into the yard.

In the light of the torches, two tigers stood still on the steps, their eyes scanning the humans below with contempt.

The scene was as quiet as a chicken. The only sounds I could hear were my own heartbeat and the sound of people swallowing saliva.

Bu Jing looked at her son lying soundlessly in the tigress's mouth, and her heart sank. The little prince was probably dead.

She hid in the crowd and didn't dare to step forward to rescue her son. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the person in the tiger's mouth.

The tigress took a step forward and threw the little prince in her mouth to the ground like a rag, still holding her head high.

Cold sweat dripped down Khan's ears. He glanced at his son who was lying motionless on the ground, face down, with tattered clothes, blood all over his body, and scratches all over his body.

His heart ached. This was his son!

This is the child who was nestling in his arms and acting coquettishly a few days ago!

No matter what, he is still his son!!

The Khan's eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he looked up at the two tigers with anger.

He drew out his fifty-kilogram sword and swung it straight at the tiger's head.

The tiger nimbly avoided Khan's attack, then used its hind legs to leap up, and pounced on Khan's face with its sharp claws.

Khan dodged to the side and swung the sword with all his might, but it only hit the tiger's yellow and white fur.

The tigress took advantage of this moment to pounce on Khan and bite his arm. Khan broke out in a cold sweat and roared angrily.

He threw the tiger away with all his strength. At this time, the tigress tore off a large piece of flesh from his arm, and the blood kept flowing.

But the Khan did not retreat. He gritted his teeth and raised his sword again. The stunned grassland warriors beside him raised their swords and attacked him.

The grassland warriors engaged in a fierce battle with the tigers, brandishing their swords and charging bravely at the two tigers.

One of the generals seized the opportunity, jumped onto the tiger's back, and grabbed the fur around the tiger's neck with both hands.

The tiger shook its body violently, throwing the general against the wall, and he immediately vomited blood and fainted.

Another warrior took the opportunity to stab the tigress in the leg, causing the tiger to roar. The injured tiger became even more irritable, and it opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the warriors.

The male tiger immediately stepped forward to protect the female tiger and roared at everyone. The overwhelming sense of oppression made people stop in their tracks.

It was difficult to defeat the two tigers at once, and both sides fell into a stalemate.

The male tiger suddenly jumped high and pounced on the woman, who screamed and turned to run for her life.

The Khan, holding his bleeding arm, led his men to intercept them. The tigress then quietly and accurately bit one of the men's arms.

Everyone heard a heart-wrenching cry and looked back to see the tigress holding half of Bu Jing's body in her mouth.

The woman's hair was disheveled, blood was oozing from the place where she was bitten, and she kept crying for help.

In fact, she was not the person closest to the tiger, but was pushed into the tiger's mouth while escaping.

Before she could see who pushed her, severe pain instantly swept through her body.