Perhaps today, Feng Yueya was truly unlucky, having just escaped from a wolf pack only to encounter a ferocious tiger.
And it was a White Tiger.
The White Tiger is the king of tigers, the finest of the finest—it would be such a pity to kill it.
Not wanting to kill anymore, Feng Yueya planned to fly away using Sword Control.
However, just then, her stomach began to ache as if someone was jabbing a long silver needle into it.
"Ah!" Feng Yueya clutched her stomach and cried out in pain, stepping back a few steps to lean against a large tree.
"Roar—" Sensing something was off with Feng Yueya, the White Tiger tried to move a few steps closer.
It squinted its eyes, assessing the strength of its opponent.
"Don't come any closer!" Feng Yueya shouted, one hand on her stomach, the other holding her sword towards the tiger.
Her stomach hurt too much, making her voice sound weak and unthreatening.
Damn it! Why did her stomach have to hurt now!
She must have eaten something wrong!
