Chapter 146 Scar

The tiger cub, whose vital part was grasped, stopped moving.

Sheng Ling found that the tiger cub was seriously injured.

After several cleaning techniques, the dirt on the tiger cub disappeared.

Holding him in his arms, Sheng Ling couldn't help but warn when he saw the little tiger cub opening his eyes in a daze.

"If you dare to move, I will strangle you to death."

No matter how small a tiger cub is, it still has claws.

After hearing Sheng Ling's words, the tiger cub stopped moving for an instant, but his eyes kept staring at her.

"Woo?"

Sheng Ling couldn't understand animal language, so he naturally didn't know what the tiger cub was talking about.

She kept whining when she heard him stay in her arms without moving.

Sheng Ling was a little irritated by the call and patted its head.

"Be quiet."

The tiger cub stopped barking instantly.

But looking at his reaction, Sheng Ling became more certain that the tiger cub in front of him was most likely an orc cub, not a wild beast.

Sheng Ling held the tiger cub in his arms and treated its wounds.

After the wounds were almost treated, Sheng Ling went to get the already cold roast chicken.

Tear off a chicken leg and put it near the tiger cub's mouth.

Seeing that he was covered in wounds and even broken bones, Sheng Ling knew it must be very painful.

Knowing that the cubs liked the food she cooked, she tore off a piece of chicken leg.

The tiger cub looked at the chicken drumstick in front of him and licked it tentatively.

Tasting the taste of chicken legs, the tiger cub paused.

After Sheng Ling gave him a chicken leg, he began to eat by himself.

While I was just eating, I noticed that the little tiger in my arms was trembling slightly.

With the instinct of a witch doctor for several months, he looked at the little tiger in his arms.

But I found that the little tiger was crying, crying very sadly.

This made Sheng Ling slightly startled.

She couldn't help but think of the cat that had been with her for many years when she was in the Moling Continent.

Her cat died.

But for a monk like her, those years were nothing worth mentioning.

Her cat is very attached to her, and although it can be aloof at times, it is always by her side.

She used to cherish it very much.

Because in the Mo Ling Continent, too many races have been exterminated.

Seeing the little tiger crying and shaking, Sheng Ling sighed.

He reached out and tentatively touched the little brain tiger's head.

"Don't cry, you'll be home soon."

The tiger cub raised his head and looked at her pitifully with a pair of teary eyes.

It was more like the way the cat used to be when it wanted to eat with her.

And her cat, even when she was not strong, was also very thin.

They all came hungry.

The little tiger in front of her was also a beast. She could feel the bones squeezing her even as he nestled in her arms.

Sheng Ling tore off another piece of chicken leg and handed it to Hu Zai.

The tiger cub shook his head.

Sheng Ling did not force the tiger cub. After finishing the roast chicken, he packed up his things and rushed to the tribe with the tiger cub in his arms.

When we returned to the tribe, the hunting team had not returned yet.

There were three tiger beasts, two went hunting with the big tribe, and one seemed to be a white tiger.

Sheng Ling looked at the little tiger in her arms and found that the little tiger was also looking at her.

At this time, she suddenly noticed something different about the little tiger.

Originally she thought it was because his hair was wet, but now that she had come back and secretly used her spiritual power to dry his hair, there was still something wrong with the hair on one side of his face.

Sheng Ling couldn't help but stretched out her hand and put her fingers on that spot.

Hu Zai froze instantly.

Sheng Ling followed the traces all the way down.

She discovered that it was a scar. This scar reminded her of an orc, Chen Heng.
Chapter completed!