บท 158: Sword Driving Technique!

The little white tiger bared its fangs as the fur on its entire body stood on its ends. A low cat-like roar even came out of its mouth every now and then. No matter how one looked at it, it looked very cute.

And yet, under this sort of tragic circumstance, the little white tiger's roar seemed to be so helpless and pitiful.

Ye Yuan's heart shuddered for no reason as if he saw the former him.

"Ye Yuan, let's save that white tiger? Look at that little white tiger. It's really so pitiful." At this time, Nanfeng Zhirou's words sounded out by Ye Yuan's ears.

Ye Yuan turned to look but saw that Nanfeng Zhirou's face was already covered in tears. Clearly, she was deeply touched by that white tiger's profound parental love.

Under this sort of situation, it was obvious that waiting for the white tiger and the Seven Colored Flowing Cloud Python to fight until both were heavily injured would be the best, but Ye Yuan really could not do it.