"You wait for me here, I'll go in and check it out." Li Zhaoxun said in a deep voice, suddenly pulled out the big knife from his waist and walked slowly towards the room.

Liang An looked inside the house carefully, glanced around at the same time, and saw a broom, and took it directly to pull out the broom stick, and held the weapon in his hand.

Li Zhaoxun walked into Liang An's room, looked around, and frowned slightly.

No one!

After hesitating for a moment, he bent down and pushed the maid. He found that she was still angry and reached out to pinch her.

Soon, the maid woke up. She opened her eyes blankly, saw Li Zhaoxun in front of her, and immediately rushed into Li Zhaoxun's arms as if she had seen a savior, "Li... Li protected the courtyard... Tiger! Tiger!"

tiger?

Li Zhaoxun frowned and looked around, and suddenly found a pair of paper hanging on the wall, with a few lines of text written on it, emitting a strong artistic conception... The Tiger Powerful Sword's Questioning Mysterious Artistic Concept!

In a vaguely, he could see a tiger lying under the tree for a nap, leisurely and majestic, as if it was accumulating some kind of power.

"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger lying, nourishing the spirit under the green shade trees. When I don't speak first in spring, which insect dares to make a sound."

"Good poem!"

"Great courage!"
Chapter completed!