Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Baima stepped on, turned the key, and the engine roared to life, spewing out a plume of white smoke from the exhaust pipe.

She turned around and patted the back seat: "Get in the car."

Ding Heng slid Baima to the back seat and sat in the front seat himself.

"Get out of the way, you little dwarf. I'll drive!"

"Well……!"

Bai Ma pouted unhappily, but still obediently listened and hugged Ding Heng tightly.

The motorcycle sped off the path, crushing gravel and withered grass, heading towards the valley to the north.

The distant snow-capped mountains gradually magnified in the field of vision, with a few white clouds hanging on their peaks like cotton wool scattered by the wind.

Ding Heng was so engrossed in watching that he was suddenly reminded by Baima.

"Brother, a stone, a big stone!"

Ding Heng then came to his senses and quickly maneuvered his motorcycle to go around it.

Baima wiped away her cold sweat and said irritably, "Brother, what are you spacing out for?"

Ding Heng responded, "The scenery here reminds me of the photos my dad took."

"What photo?"

"Snow-capped mountains, grasslands, running Tibetan antelopes, herders' tents in the twilight... there are many."

Ding Heng sighed, "I used to think those photos were beautiful, but I didn't know why. Now, I vaguely understand what's so beautiful about them..."

What insights did you gain?

"Your brother used to only take pictures of women, how superficial!"

Ding Heng was heartbroken, but Bai Ma didn't believe it at all.

"So you're not going to film the older women anymore?"

In her opinion, Ding Heng particularly liked to have his sisters-in-law dress up in all sorts of different outfits.

Sometimes you take pictures first and then play, sometimes you play first and then take pictures, or you take pictures and play at the same time?

"No, not exactly... but you have to shoot with restraint, aim for elegance... and ideally blend it into nature."

"what!"

Baima looked at him with disdain, then suddenly asked, "Now that they're not here, do you want to practice on me?"

"Let's talk about it later?"

"You despise me!?"

"No……"

I think it is!

……

The two bickered and argued all the way until Bai Ma suddenly reminded Ding Heng to slow down and scan the surroundings.

"Brother, it should be around here."

After turning off the engine and getting out of the car, Baima squatted down to examine the marks on the ground.

Ding Heng followed behind her, gazing at the valley ahead.

There are steep mountain walls on both sides, and a narrow river in the middle. The water has dried up in the current season, exposing pebbles of all sizes.

The wind blew through the valley, making a whistling sound.

Pema stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The two walked along the river for a short distance when a dark figure appeared ahead.

A yak is standing behind a boulder, grazing on dry shrubs.

Baima quickened his pace: "Found it! But why is there only one?"

She scanned the valley back and forth, but couldn't find any trace of the second one.

"Brother, let's search further in."

"it is good."

After turning a few more corners, the scene suddenly became shocking.

Two meters away, a yak lay on the ground.

His stomach was ripped open, his internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the bloodstains stained the surrounding stones dark brown.

Baima wasn't afraid at all; she walked over and squatted down to examine the situation.

Ding Heng followed closely behind, his gaze sweeping over the yak carcass.

The wound was fresh; the blood hadn't completely clotted, and the internal organs still had a fresh red color.

Baima frowned: "Brother... this wound looks like a bear wound."

Ding Heng: "Are you sure?"

“I grew up in Tibet, how could I possibly be wrong?”

Baima became nervous: "Look at the claw marks and bite marks... it's a Tibetan macaque. And the wounds are fresh, which means it hasn't gone far."

Just as Ding Heng was about to activate his True Sight Eye to check the situation, a deep roar came from above the mountain wall.

Baima raised her head, her pupils suddenly contracting.

A huge Tibetan bear stands on a protrusion of the mountain wall.

It was enormous, covered in rough, dark brown fur that was almost black, with high-set shoulders, and its small eyes were fixed on the two people below.

Baima stood frozen in place.

She wanted to run, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't take a single step.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

"Ah, brother..."

Her voice trembled, and her teeth chattered.

The bear jumped down from the cliff face.

With a "bang," all four hooves landed on the ground, kicking up a cloud of gravel.

The Tibetan bear gave the two no time to react, and charged forward at top speed!

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the man and the bear was less than ten meters, and some terrible memories that he had tried to forget flooded back into Baima's mind!

"Brother!!"

Bai Ma roared hoarsely and reached out to push Ding Heng.

She didn't know where the strength came from, or even why she was doing it.

But Ding Heng didn't move; instead, he shielded Bai Ma behind him.

The moment the bear pounced, he raised his right foot and kicked out cleanly and decisively.

"boom……"

A muffled thud.

The giant bear, weighing over 300 kilograms, was thrown into the air and crashed heavily onto a pile of rocks five meters away.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust rose into the air.

The Tibetan bear let out a short, mournful howl, rolled on the ground, kicked its hooves wildly, and struggled to get up.

After witnessing everything, Baima was stunned into silence.

Ding Heng then unleashed the Dragon's Might!

Once the bear regained its footing, it shook its enormous head, a fierce glint flashing in its small eyes.

It was not deterred.

Ding Heng frowned slightly.

Dragon's might... useless?

Could it be that the upgrades weren't enough, and the powerful beast can't be controlled for the time being?

The Tibetan bear charged again, this time even faster.

Ding Heng made no unnecessary movements, but still raised his right foot and increased the force.

"boom……"

Another muffled sound.

The bear was kicked away again, this time crashing directly into the mountainside, sending rocks crashing down with a clatter.

It struggled for a while before it could stand up again. Its limbs were visibly weak, and it let out a low growl of resentment before turning and running away.

Its massive body stumbled and staggered through the valley, quickly disappearing into the distant pile of rocks.

The valley fell silent again.

The wind howled as it swept through the valley.

Baima stood there dumbfounded, motionless.

"Let's go."

Ding Heng picked up the leather pouch from his waist again, unscrewed the cap, took a sip of barley wine, and didn't intend to explain further.

Bai Ma was sensible and didn't ask any more questions, obediently following Ding Heng, but her mind was already completely in disarray.

She recalled the scene of Ding Heng moving the boulder yesterday and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Is it really possible for a human to kick a giant bear weighing over 300 kilograms away?

Is it...