In a moment of impulse, I forcibly kissed my brother's best friend.

The boy looked down at her, his brows furrowing, and squatted down: "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

The little girl obediently climbed onto his back and hugged his neck.

The boy stumbled slightly, but managed to stand firmly and continued walking forward step by step.

They had been trapped in this forest for almost half a day. The two little ones, not even as tall as the grass and trees, naturally couldn't find a way out.

The sunset glow filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and the forest grew darker and darker. In the distance, something seemed to be slowly approaching from the mist.

The little girl, being carried on someone's back, clearly had better visibility and suddenly let out an excited shout.

"Wow, buddy, you're such a big tiger!"

Suddenly, a tiger's roar echoed through the forest, startling the birds into scattering in all directions, while all other beasts, insects, and worms fell silent and hid.

A mysterious ancient miasma beast king slowly emerged from the swirling fog, its body enormous and robust, its jet-black fur adorned with fine, dark gold Gu patterns.

A mysterious spiral Gu pattern adorns its forehead, its crimson beast eyes are fierce and murderous, and its four claws are as sharp as snow blades, exuding the domineering and imposing aura of a savage beast king.

The little girl's eyes shone brightly, and she pointed her little finger at the enormous creature without showing any fear.

The little boy's face turned pale instantly. He gripped his sister's clothes tightly with his little hands, and the sweat on his back soaked through his undershirt. He wanted to run, but he was carrying his sister on his back and couldn't outrun her.

He immediately put her down and stood in front of her, even though he was trembling violently.

"Pot, it's so pretty!" The little girl poked her head out from behind, as if admiring some novel gadget.

The beast king's crimson pupils locked onto the two little creatures, its breath exhaling white mist. With a single swipe of its paw, it could have turned them into mincemeat. But it didn't move, because the adorable creature peeking out from behind the little boy was smiling at it.

It was so tired. It had lived for hundreds of years, and this was the first time it had seen a human cub that wasn't afraid of it.

The little girl wasn't grabbed, and she ran up to the beast king with her short legs, tilting her head back.

"Hey, you big tiger, have you eaten yet?"

The Beast King's beard twitched.

"My dog ​​and I are so tired from walking." She gazed longingly at it, its enormous reflection shimmering in her dark, grape-like eyes. "Could you carry us?"

It let out a low growl from its throat, a threat and a warning.

The little girl's lips trembled, and her eyes instantly filled with tears, glistening on her eyelashes. "If you don't carry me, I'll cry," she said, her voice already trembling with tears.

A scalding tear fell, reflected in its crimson beast eyes. It let out a low roar, causing the leaves around it to rustle and fall, but there was a clear sense of helplessness in that roar.

It lowered its body.

The little girl stopped crying and started laughing. She climbed up using her little hands and feet, sat upright on its back, and patted its head, saying, "Good girl."

"Brother, come on up! Big Tiger is willing to carry us!" she called out excitedly, wiggling her little feet.

The little boy looked at his precious little sister in disbelief, gritted his teeth, and climbed up.

So this is the current situation.

A majestic and fearsome king of beasts is forced to carry two ecstatic little creatures on his back as he strolls through the forest.

The little girl opened her small backpack, took out a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her brother's mouth, then took out another piece and held it up to the beast king's nose: "Big Tiger, eat cake."

The beast king turned its head and exhaled. The little girl persisted, chasing after it and trying to stuff the cake into its mouth. The beast king was forced to open its blood-red maw, and the osmanthus cake clung to its sharp teeth for a moment before melting.

Meanwhile, outside the woods, torches from the garrison camp stretched as far as the eye could see.

The tiger's roar had just echoed throughout the entire forest. The soldiers stopped what they were doing, some gripped their spears tightly, and instinctively moved closer to the fire, their eyes filled with worry and fear.

"We outnumber it. If it dares to come out, we'll eat tiger meat tonight!" Luo Meng, a huge man, roared, and the soldiers immediately calmed down.

Wei Shuo, the sharpshooter carrying a large bow, had a frighteningly bright look in his eyes, like a hunting dog smelling blood. "I'll go and report to Commander Shen, and we'll go into the woods to take a look."

"I'll go with you." Luo Meng and Wei Shuo hit it off immediately and walked together toward Cui Yutang's central military tent.

At this moment, Cui Yutang was teaching his beautiful and charming young lady how to ride a horse.

She was so naughty today. She ran off to play in the stream while he wasn't looking. If he hadn't arrived in time, she would have almost fallen into the water.

So he was caught and severely punished; Commander Cui is now in a terrible temper.

Xie Yige was afraid of making a sound, so she kept biting the jade pendant, her eyes moist and red.

After much trial and error, the two of them got along very well, with one enjoying the punishment and the other willingly accepting it.

As a result, both of them fell in love with this rather challenging cycling sport.

Xie Yige's eyes were unfocused, she was covered in sweat, and the stray hairs at her temples were soaked.

When she couldn't take it anymore, she would bump her forehead against his chin, like a spoiled cat, with soft whimpers escaping her nostrils.

Cui Yutang's voice was deep and hoarse: "Still running around?"

She shook her head, and whether she was angry or something else, she kept pestering him.

He was pleased with the navel oranges, and the punishment continued.

The guards were some distance from the military tent, and the tent was completely surrounded. Luo Meng and Wei Shuo were stopped as soon as they reached the outer perimeter of the military tent.

"Generals, what can I do for you?" Bao Yu stepped forward and asked.

"We want to find the commander-in-chief," the impatient Luo Meng interrupted.

"Is it an urgent military matter?"

"That's not it." Luo Meng was an honest man who spoke the truth. "We just heard a tiger roaring in the forest. We were afraid it would come out and hurt people in the middle of the night, so we wanted to ask the commander if Wei Shuo and I could go in and deal with it to prevent it from hurting our brothers."

Baoyu is currently in a state of inner turmoil, as his monthly salary has been almost completely deducted recently, and if it continues to be deducted, he won't even have enough money left for the dowry to marry his wife.

Suddenly, a majestic voice came from afar inside the tent.

"allow."

As soon as someone uttered the word "approved," another burst of core strength was unleashed.

Luo Meng and Wei Shuo were overjoyed and bowed deeply, clasping their hands in thanks: "Thank you, Commander."

Bao Yu watched their cheerful figures leave hand in hand, not understanding why they said "Thank you, Commander."

Are all military generals this straightforward?

Luo Meng and Wei Shuo were able to become generals not only because of their amazing martial prowess, but also because they possessed considerable wisdom.

With three small medicine pouches hanging from their waists on each side, they silently slipped into the dense forest.

As the sunset faded, a bright moon hung high in the sky, its light pouring down through the gaps in the trees, instantly transforming the forest into a mesmerizing scene.

Suddenly, Wei Shuo stopped in his tracks, and Luo Meng stopped at the same time. Their nostrils flared, and the air was filled with the metallic smell of sweat. It wasn't the smell of animals, but of people, and quite a few of them.