Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The roar was deafening.

Countless eight-star tigers pounced on the cliff's edge, staring intently at the petite figure opposite.

Greedy saliva dripped down three feet, and its four long, sharp fangs emitted a terrifying cold light in the thick night. Its pair of lantern-sized eyes were red like two balls of flame, filled with violent aura.

They seemed unwilling to give up this delicious food right at their mouths. They bent down one by one, pressed their bellies against the ground, and became focused.

Suddenly, an eight-star tiger leaped high, like an arrow shot from a bow, and pounced towards the other side of the cliff with astonishing speed and strength.

The sudden attack froze Ruan Chuyin's blood. She held her breath as she stared at the beast lunging towards her, her limbs stiff with fear, her heart and liver trembling.

Only three inches away, the two sharp front claws were about to touch the edge of the cliff.

With a thunderous roar, the eight-star tiger fell into the endless abyss.

The death of their companion slowed down the beasts that had not yet attacked.

The roar of the tiger in the sky was deafening, and the sound of the wind coming from the bottom of the cliff was intertwined with it, which was so shocking that Ruan Chuyin did not dare to stay any longer.

Behind her was a dense forest that seemed to have no end. She had no choice but to struggle and plunge into it with her limp body.

The towering ancient trees, with old vines entwined around them, and the weeping cries of blood frightened the frail figure into trembling.

Time seemed to be flowing backwards. The eerie bamboo forest, the narrow path, all the unbearable memories gradually flooded back into my mind. The fear, helplessness, and panic of being overwhelmed all returned.

Walking through the forest, the smell of wet soil mixed with the rich scent of grass hits you in the face. The deep green color of the vegetation blends with the night, making it impossible to tell the direction to the bottom of the cliff.

Looking up at the sky, branches like dead bones are woven together to form huge treetops, blocking the silver moonlight.

Ruan Chuyin stood under a big tree and observed carefully for a long time. After determining the slightly lush side, she decided to head south.

The low panting and footsteps in her ears only heightened the tense atmosphere. The slanting branches on either side had ripped her robe into several narrow slits, ripping out strands of silk, revealing the faint traces of her snow-white flesh.

Suddenly, the sky brightened. Several silver snakes streaked overhead, followed by a loud boom of thunder. The dead branches and leaves beneath my feet twirled slightly, signaling the impending downpour.

A few lights in the distance caught her attention, and her face instantly showed an even stronger look of horror.

Are there eight-star tigers in this forest?

Ruan Chuyin stepped back uneasily, but soon gave up the thought because she vaguely saw the outlines of the buildings around the flames.

The humidity in the air was getting heavier. At this moment, even if she didn't want to get closer, she had no choice.

The fire in front of her was getting closer and closer, and there seemed to be a hint of warmth coming over her, which gave her the courage to step into this dilapidated cabin in the woods.

A group of men in black looked at the uninvited guests in astonishment, and drew their swords, shining with cold light.

"I... I... need a light." Ruan Chuyin wanted to ask for help, but when she saw the room full of men in black, she took a step back, holding onto the paint-mottled door frame and shivering.

Everyone in Xuantian Sect looked at Ruan Chuyin in disbelief, each expression on their face more exciting than the last.

Who could tell them why they saw a girl in Shougou Mountain, and a girl who looked so miserable?

A jade hairpin was stuck diagonally through the dead branches and leaves on her head, and her hair was disheveled on her forehead and temples. Her face was covered in blood and dirt, making it difficult to see her features, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, as if brighter than the bonfire they had built.

The white dress she wore was stained with blood, and the tears at her chest, arms, and hem left threads of silk hanging down, making it so tattered that even a beggar would shake his head at the sight.

Even so, it is difficult to conceal her proud figure.

The two white balls are firm and perky, and the waist is so slender that it can't be held in one hand. You can see how soft it is just by the naked eye.

Ruan Chuyin didn't dare to look up. The clearly audible sound of her Adam's apple rolling and swallowing forced her to lift one foot and step out the door.

Heavy rain was pouring down, and the big raindrops hit the ground, creating ripples and wetting her skirt.

"Come in." A very cold voice brushed past her ears, making her raise her head instantly.

At some point, a cold, aloof figure appeared among the group of men in black.

The man wore a black crown, black clothes and black boots. There was no other color on his body. Even the embroidery on his robe was black.

A pair of eyes that seemed calm, but revealed a chilling light that captivated the heart.

The handsome brow bones, the nose bridge as tall as a mountain, and the thin lips that were slightly pursed all exude a coolness.

This is a man who is cold and cruel from the inside out.

No matter how handsome he is, his intimidating aura alone is enough to keep anyone away.

Ruan Chuyin was invited, but did not dare to step forward.

Her frightened look made the single men in Xuantian Sect feel pity for her, and immediately aroused the men's desire to protect her. Their eyes suddenly brightened, as if to say: If the sky collapses, I will carry it for you. If the ground sinks, I will cover it for you.

A Xuantian Sect disciple produced a cup of hot tea from nowhere and handed it over carefully. He smiled what he thought was his kindest smile and said, "Miss, it's raining heavily. Would you like to warm yourself by the fire?"

"Yes, yes, please don't stand at the door. Your clothes are half wet and you will catch a cold."

Others responded one after another.

"Why don't you sit here with me? The hay is freshly laid out."

"I have meat pie here, do you want some?"

"Achi, you've been carrying that piece of cake in your arms for four days. Can you still eat it? Girl, I have candied dates, which I made myself. They are very sweet." As he said this, a clean-looking, slightly plump man showed a row of neat white teeth and took out a bulging package of yellow paper from his arms and handed it over.

Ruan Chuyin hadn't expected them to suddenly become so enthusiastic. Having just experienced a life-or-death situation, expending immense physical and mental energy, she stared at the hot tea and food before her, slowly reaching out her hands, but suddenly retracting them just as they were about to touch.

This reaction made the group of single people feel very upset.

Jinshan grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit on a broken stone bench covered with hay, and stuffed all the dates and hot tea in his hand into her hands.

"Girl, why are you here alone?" The cold-blooded man in the lead finally spoke.

He silently observed Ruan Chuyin for a long time, and there was no substantial wound on the white dress.

"My friend and I encountered a group of Eight-Star Tigers. He fell off a cliff trying to save me. I want to get to the bottom, but I can't see the way. Hero, can you help me?" Ruan Chuyin gradually grew bolder, realizing they had no ill will towards her. The situation was urgent, and she couldn't care less. Finding Wei Jiusi was the most important thing.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, so quiet that only the crackling of the burning campfire could be heard.

What did they hear? A group of eight-star tigers?