Chapter 297 Ying Heng took action and the little tiger was saved!

His shoulder hit the broken fence and he grimaced in pain.

He wanted to jump into the water again, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

Chen Ping stepped forward quickly and had someone pull Old Chen back to a safe area.

He touched it lightly and found that Lao Chen's left arm might have been broken in the impact.

"Brother Chen, please, save my son! He only has this one son."

Old Chen leaned against the edge of the field, tightly grasped Chen Ping's hand, and pleaded in grief.

The little tiger's head drifted away with the waves, and the tiny figure gradually went away.

All the villagers present knew that they could not recover.

Hu Tou's mother covered her mouth and cried bitterly. Chen Ping stared at the turbulent river with red eyes. Facing the raging waves, he was powerless.

"Oh my God, you have such a cruel heart!"

"They gave us rice and the hope of survival, but they didn't allow us the opportunity to harvest it. Not only did they take back the rice, they also wanted to take away our lives!"

Chen Ping closed his eyes, tears of despair rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

How ridiculous is his life?
His family was ordinary, but in order for him to receive an education, all the rice in the family was used to feed him. His parents endured hunger all their lives and supported his studies without any complaints.

Chen Ping had also achieved something. He was well-versed in classics and had outstanding talents. He joined Xiang Yu with great passion and ambition, and vowed to defend his country and ensure that people all over the world could have enough food to eat and no longer suffer from hunger.

Xiang Yu failed to surrender as he wished, and his country still fell, and he himself ended up stranded in this remote village.

He had imagined that he could lead the villagers in Jiangbian Village to prosperity with his vast knowledge, but he never expected that he would be helpless in the face of this flood.

He was unable to save the little tiger, and even his wife and children were helpless in the disaster.

Those good plans to save the country that once lingered in his mind now seemed so pale and powerless. He couldn't even save a child's life. What was the meaning of his existence?
Chen Ping looked up at the sky with empty eyes and let the cold rain hit his face.

The fence defenses of the riverside village collapsed one by one, and the surging river water rushed in, accompanied by the desperate wails of the villagers.

He cannot protect this land, so why should he be afraid of death?

He held Wang's hand tightly and waited together for the flood to swallow everything.

Chen Ping looked at Wang with a bitter smile on his lips. Just as he was about to speak, a white figure flashed across his sight.

The figure was like a god descending from heaven, walking on the water and heading straight for the little tiger that was struggling in the center of the whirlpool.

The white shadow gently scooped up the little tiger's collar and instantly brought the child to the ground safely.

When the white shadow landed on the ground, Chen Ping could see clearly that it was a handsome young man. He had just flown across the river and saved the little tiger in times of crisis.

Seeing that the little tiger was safe and sound, Chen Ping's tense nerves finally relaxed. He staggered forward in the water, approaching the young man in white.

"how do you feel?"

The young man in white squatted down and looked at the little tiger head at eye level. Seeing that he was soaked all over and his little face was pale, he stroked the little tiger head gently and used his other hand to check his pulse.

After making sure the child was safe, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

The little tiger stood there in a daze, still in shock.

Suddenly, the rain above his head stopped. Looking up, he saw an exquisite oil-paper umbrella held in a slender white hand.

The little tiger blinked his eyes and opened his mouth wide. The sister in front of him was breathtakingly beautiful!

She was wearing a purple dress, her skin was as white as mutton-fat jade, and you could smell her faint fragrance when you got close to her. Little Tiger had never seen such a beautiful person!
Moreover, that beautiful sister exudes an intoxicating fragrance!
The young man in white who came to the rescue at the critical moment was Ying Heng, who led the army to fight the flood.

The woman in purple held an umbrella for Ying Heng to keep the rain out, and when she noticed the little tiger's slight breathing, she chuckled.

Her smile bloomed, and it seemed that in an instant, everything in the world lost its color.

The little tiger was deeply attracted by every expression of the woman in purple.

He was struggling on the brink of life and death just now, but now he is bewitched by the beauty of the woman in purple. This kid is really interesting.

"Son! Great, you're still alive!"

Old Chen was covered in wounds, but regardless of the pain in his shoulder, he quickly ran towards Little Tiger and hugged him tightly.

Feeling the vitality of the little tiger, he burst into tears and felt full of regret.

Only after losing it did he realize how precious everything he once had was.

When the little tiger was sucked into the whirlpool of water, Old Chen was heartbroken and kept praying to God, saying that he was willing to exchange his own life for his son's survival.

As long as the little tiger can come back, he swears that he will never beat him again in this life, and will take good care of him and accompany him to grow into a man!
The seven-year-old little tiger had just struggled back from the brink of life and death when the immortal in white appeared in time like a god sent from heaven and saved him.

Old Chen forgot his dignity, tears flowed like a spring, and he hugged the child tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear again.

Chen Ping's heart trembled when he saw that little Hutou was safe and sound. The reunion of father and son after the disaster was deeply moving.

"Good boy, good boy, if you can escape this disaster, you will have good fortune in the future!"

The village chief staggered, tears in his eyes, and spoke with a sob.

"My baby!"

The little tiger's mother ran towards her son crying. Her knees went weak and she prostrated herself beside the little tiger. The family's grief turned into a tearful hug.

"Thank you for saving my life, sir!"

Chen Ping was the first to regain his composure and bowed deeply to Ying Heng, thanking him for his heroic act of saving the child.

In the Qin State where heavy rains have been falling for days, the riverside is fraught with dangers. The fact that this traveler in white can appear here clearly shows that he has a compassionate heart.

The way he saved people just now revealed his extraordinary martial arts skills. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a god descending to earth.

Chen Ping knew very well that there were people in the world who practiced martial arts, and the young man in white before him was undoubtedly a top master.

Besides, he had just saved the villagers of Jiangbian Village, so Chen Ping's admiration for Ying Heng was even deeper.

If it weren't for him, I'm afraid the little tiger would never be seen in Jiangbian Village again.

After Chen Ping expressed his thanks, the villagers bowed to Ying Heng one after another, their hearts filled with sincere gratitude.

The old Chen couple even knelt directly in front of Ying Heng, "Thank you for your kindness, young master! Hu Tou, kneel down quickly, he is your lifesaver!"

The little tiger was frightened by this sudden situation and kept secretly glancing at the woman under the purple umbrella.

After he was pulled down by his father and made to kneel and kowtow, he suddenly realized that he was saved, and hurriedly imitated his father's actions.

"Please get up quickly. Saving people is just a casual act for my young master."

Ying Heng's status is now enough to be worshipped by all the people, but facing the disaster and the tired villagers, Zi Yi spoke first, telling them not to be too particular about etiquette, as the more important task at present is to solve the flood problem.

(End of this chapter)