The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 896 - 896 895 Little Sister is a Verb

896: Chapter 895: Little Sister is a Verb 896: Chapter 895: Little Sister is a Verb How could Li Yiyang possibly be at ease?

That was a tiger—a massive one at that.

It could easily bite a person’s head off in one go.

Her heart was practically stuck in her throat.

Wang Dadong leapt to the side, narrowly dodging the tiger’s strike, then sprang again and landed squarely on its back.

The tiger went berserk, charging madly into the wilderness.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished from Yiyang’s sight.

“Wuuu…”

Li Yiyang broke into sobs.

Her brother had been carried away by the tiger.

Surely, the worst had happened.

But less than two minutes later, the tiger returned, carrying Wang Dadong on its back.

This time, it looked utterly defeated, its head hanging low—and one of its eyes had even turned into a black circle.

“Sis, we’ve got a ride now,” Wang Dadong said as he jumped off the tiger’s back.

Li Yiyang threw herself into Wang Dadong’s arms and burst into uncontrollable tears.

“Why are you crying, little sis?”

“Brother, I don’t ever want to leave you!

Yiyang wants to be with you forever,” Li Yiyang wailed.

At the very moment Wang Dadong was taken by the tiger, a wave of regret had washed over Li Yiyang.

She deeply regretted asking to be Wang Dadong’s younger sister.

Gently stroking Yiyang’s soft hair, Wang Dadong said, “Don’t worry, as long as you need me, I’ll always be by your side.”

The wild tiger, roaming the dense forests, was far more robust than its tamed counterparts in zoos.

Carrying two people on its back, it traveled swiftly, seemingly without tiredness.

They walked for an entire day before finally spotting signs of human habitation: houses made of stone, nestled in a more open basin surrounded by nature.

The blue skies, white clouds, winding streams, and smoke rising lazily from chimneys painted a scene straight out of a paradise.

“It’s so beautiful,” Li Yiyang couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

The air here was extraordinarily clear, lacking the forest’s damp scent of decaying leaves and instead rich with the fresh aroma of natural earth.

Worried that the tiger might scare the villagers, Wang Dadong patted its head and said, “Xiao Hua, wait for us here.

We’re going to ask for directions.”

The tiger obediently nodded and even wagged its tail.

It hardly resembled a tiger anymore, acting more like a well-trained little puppy.

Animals are often difficult to tame, but once they are, their loyalty can surpass that of humans by tenfold—or even more.

As the siblings entered the village, they immediately drew attention.

The villagers wore clothing made of animal hides and necklaces crafted from beast teeth, resembling people who lived in primitive times.

A crowd surrounded them, chattering away nonstop, but not a single word was comprehensible to them.

Wang Dadong felt a pang of frustration.

Who would have thought they’d stumble upon a secluded, wilderness village where even communication was impossible?

Asking for directions seemed hopeless.

“Welcome, honored guests from afar,” a voice suddenly interrupted.

An elderly man with a white beard approached them.

“Huh?

You speak Mandarin?” Wang Dadong looked at the old man, surprised.

The elder nodded, explaining that he was the chief of the Tiya Tribe.

He had traveled far and wide in his younger days and had picked up a bit of Mandarin.

When Wang Dadong asked about Donghao Town, the elder admitted his memory was fuzzy.

After all, it had been over thirty years since he returned to the tribe and had not ventured away since.

However, he could still provide a rough direction.

As night fell, the chief suggested that Wang Dadong and Yiyang stay the night in the village and continue their journey the next day.

Though traveling with the tiger had made things faster, the tiger had been running for an entire day and was undoubtedly tired.

Wang Dadong agreed—better to rest for the night and leave in the morning.

Nevertheless, the Tiya Tribe’s houses were incredibly rudimentary and scarce.

They could only spare one room for the siblings.

Wang Dadong didn’t mind; he decided that his newly adopted sister would sleep inside while he kept watch outside for the night.

The Tiya Tribe still lived in a mostly primitive state.

Forget electric lights—they didn’t even have oil lamps.

When night fell, everyone went to bed.

Truly a life of “rising at dawn, resting at dusk.” Though their routines were undeniably monotonous, they were pure and simple.

But in the dead of night, the siblings were suddenly awakened by commotion.

Countless Tiya Tribe people had emerged, holding torches and looking panicked and distressed.

A crying young girl was tied up with ropes and lying helplessly on a wooden board.

“What’s going on?” Wang Dadong frowned and asked the chief.