Cub Legion

Tiger cubs' hobbies, eating, sleeping, and fighting, and fighting includes wonderful stories related to fighting.He looked at the magnificent scenery under the vast starry sky, even if it was just a silent wreck, it was enough to make his blood boil.

What he was interested in was not only the great war that took place here, but also the existence that played a key role in the great war, God of War.

The little white tiger took two steps towards Zhou Yan, listening carefully to the story of the God of War told by the other party.He listened with gusto that the young God of War led thousands of troops to fight desperately against the enemy, and finally won a complete victory.

The title of God of War has its own shining light, and the tiger cub envies it, but at the same time eagerly hopes that it will grow up quickly, and one day, it will gallop and kill the enemy on such a vast battlefield.

The tiger cub was looking forward to it: "Where is the God of War?"

Where does this young general, who is known as the number one god of war in the interstellar world, live?The tiger cub is not afraid of the long journey, he can't wait to see the other party, he is also an awakened white tiger power, how the other party exerted such great power that the enemy was frightened and fled away.

Zhou Yan spoke calmly, but the smile in his eyes faded: "The God of War is very tired, he needs to rest, don't disturb him. When he wakes up, you can see him."

At that time, the copper wind chime at the door rang, and the little white tiger opened the door to see the legendary god of war come home.

"God of War Chu Feng." The little white tiger whispered this very meaningful name.

It turns out that the two characters engraved on the copper wind chime are the name of the God of War, and his new name "Feng" also comes from the "Feng" of the God of War.The thoughts in his heart crazily took root and sprouted, and the tiger cub suddenly felt that Husheng had a higher pursuit. He wanted to grow into a strong fighter, and drive away the foreign enemies with malicious intentions like Chu Feng.

However, at this moment, beating bad guys is not the top priority, eating a big meal is the real thing.

Zhou Yan's fingers flicked across the air: "Feng Zai, choose and see, what do you want to eat?"

With his movements, menus emerged, large menus contained small menus, layer after layer, and the classification was very detailed.For example, there are three categories of children's meals divided by age: full animal, half animal and unawakened. Different physical conditions have different food needs.

In addition, the children's meals that are fully veterinary are recommended according to taste preference, sweet or salty, meat lover or vegetarian.Dishes can also specify the pattern of the plate. If the tiger cubs check the option of small tanks, when the food is served on the table, they will be stacked in the shape of a small tank.

There are so many choices to choose from, the little white tiger's whole tiger face is blank.Eating is so troublesome, isn't it just holding the fleshy bones and trying hard to gnaw?Could it be that the meat tastes better when piled up like an energy cannon?

He jumped onto the seat, before he had time to turn around the dining table, the chair was automatically adjusted by induction.According to the height and weight of the tiger cub, it quickly adjusts to the size and height suitable for the cub, gently lifts the cub to the table, and accurately arrives at the most suitable coordinates for eating.

Not only that, there is a small beige square cloth in front of the tiger cub, which can be tied around the neck to avoid soiling the fur when eating.

Tiger Cub: "..."

What's the situation, I can't bear it, eating is just eating.He overturned the small square cloth with one claw and threw it far away.He doesn't need these, he has already learned to wash his paws and beard, he is a clean tiger cub.

However, the smart device detected the tiger cub's strong dissatisfaction with the small square cloth, and the tabletop unfolded immediately, and more than ten tablecloths appeared in the blink of an eye.They are very different in shape, color, pattern, and material, each with its own characteristics. They are neatly placed in front of the tiger cubs, waiting for the tiger cubs to choose.

The tiger cub had question marks all over his head, and he missed the plates and meat bones at home very much, relaxed and at ease.

On the side, Zhou Yan watched happily.He took a piece of red cloth casually, and the next moment, the rest of the tablecloth was automatically removed, and the tabletop returned to normal.

He picked up the piece of cloth and folded it into a flower, and handed it to the little guy with a smile: "Fengzi, I will reward you with a big red flower. During this period of time, you have worked hard and studied hard, and you will continue to work hard in the future." Someday you can drive the battleship by yourself, let's go outside and take a tour."

What he said outside was watching the wreckage of the battleship at close range.

The little white tiger raised his claws and was about to push away the cloth flowers. When he heard Zhou Yan's words, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the huge wreckage of the battleship.It's definitely more spectacular up close.

Well, the big red flower is the big red flower. Compared with other children's little red flowers, this reward is much bigger, but it is only his big red flower.

A cloth flower was successfully left by the tiger cub's paw and became his new collection.

The tiger cub hated the trouble of flipping through the menu, so Zhou Yan ordered the meal for him.The taste of the little guy is easy to guess, as long as the meat is full, there is usually no other opinion, and it is truly easy to raise.

Zhou Yan chooses all rare food for the little white tiger, mainly for all animalized children, to help them upgrade their strength.Even if it is only the slightest possibility, parents will try their best to ensure the growth needs of their children.

At the same time, Zhou Yan made a special note to use a large plate, so that the tiger cubs can eat with their paws and eat whichever one they like.Complicated and fancy designs are all free, and those who do not conform to the eating habits of tiger cubs are in a panic.

Plate after plate of meat was served on the table, and the tiger cub took a bite from left to right, very satisfied.

The little white tiger ate vigorously, but Zhou Yan didn't move his chopsticks.He picked up the red wine glass, oval wine glass, dark red wine, and drank alone.

He hasn't drank alcohol in these years.No matter how expensive the wine is, there is only bitter taste in the mouth, and he is not happy.This year, the person he was waiting for still did not come back, but this year's situation is different from the past.With a little guy beside him, the suffocating loneliness dissipated, and his life took on another look, full of vitality.

He took a sip of wine and stared at the starry sky. He still seemed to be able to hear the sound of rumbling gunfire in his ears. The sound was deafening and made his whole heart tremble.At that time, Chu Feng was extremely dazzling in battle on the battlefield, wearing infinite glory.

It is a pity that now, the place where the God of War disappeared in the past is classified as a military restricted area, and no one is strictly allowed to enter or leave.There the young war god waited silently, waiting for help to come, or for death to come.

Zhou Yan called out in a low voice: "Chu Feng..."

no respond.

The tiger cub, who was eating meat, raised his head and looked at Zhou Yan.

In a trance, he felt Zhou Yan calling him, and he wondered if he couldn't hear the specific content clearly, and he wasn't even sure if it was an auditory hallucination.Occasionally, he couldn't help but suspect that his hearing was damaged, and he couldn't see clearly.

Ever since he came to Zhou Yan's house, things happened frequently and strange things happened again and again, and he couldn't figure out the reason.

The little white tiger looked at Zhou Yan who was holding the wine glass, he was surrounded by indescribable sadness, his aura seemed to be cut off from the whole world, although he was very close, he could hardly sense his presence.

He didn't understand why Zhou Yan was sad.

What does the wine taste like? Is the wine hard to drink?Why did Zhou Yan's expression change after taking a sip?How about he taste it quietly, is the wine bitter or sour?

Taking advantage of Zhou Yan's inattention, the tiger cub pounced on the wine bottle secretly, hooking the cork off the bottle mouth with its claws.However, the mouth of the bottle was too small and the neck was long. He was holding the bare bottle in the wrong posture.

Fortunately, this question was not difficult to solve. He stared at the wine bottle for two seconds, and cut open the bottle decisively with one claw.Cut off the thin bottle neck, leaving only the wide cylindrical bottle body.

Then, he sniffed it closer, the smell was not unpleasant, the sweet scent of fruit, and the deep red color was quite beautiful.He tasted a little bit carefully and carefully, and unexpectedly found that it was not as difficult to swallow as he imagined.He was about to take a big sip when the bottle in his arms was taken away by Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan had noticed the tiger cub tossing the wine bottle a long time ago, and he smiled helplessly: "Little guy, you are not old enough to drink."

Taste is the limit, don't learn at a young age, learn to drink first.

Without the wine bottle, the little white tiger didn't care at all.He is not interested in wine, it's not that he has to drink it, but at most he can test whether the taste is good for Zhou Yan.Practice has proved that it is neither bad nor bad, you can drink it or not, it doesn't matter if it is proper.

Although the tiger cub failed to drink the wine, he dispelled the sadness around Zhou Yan, and the soundless and invisible isolation was gone, and Zhou Yan was still the same Zhou Yan as usual.So, the little white tiger's attention turned back to the big plate, and it was the happiest thing to eat.

The food in this store is full marks, the big meal is indeed a big meal, delicious.

The tiger cub was full of food and drink, and lay lazily on the dining table. He yearned for the novel world outside, and wished he could rush to the wreckage of the battleship and run ten laps immediately, but the reality was that he yawned a lot and felt sleepy after eating.

Zhou Yan packed up his emotions and returned home with the little white tiger: "Rest early, don't run around tonight."

The tiger cub responded and jumped back to the sofa covered with bamboo mats.He doesn't often live in the guest room on the second floor, he only piles up some items there to delineate the territory and classify them in his own category.

The little white tiger fell asleep happily, but Zhou Yan couldn't sleep all night, maybe because of drinking, he was a little tipsy.He leaned against the window and looked up at the night sky. The scenes in his memory were clear and vivid.

It was still the restaurant, the private room, and the wreckage of the warship under the starry sky. Beside him stood a tall and handsome young God of War in military uniform with a stern expression on his face.

The corners of Zhou Yan's mouth rose slightly: "I thought that the God of War Chu, whom everyone praised so much, would never show off proudly. They would never have imagined that you would come to this place to appreciate your glorious achievements."

He teased the other party, but the other party did not refute, just looked at Zhou Yan quietly, listened to Zhou Yan quietly, and enjoyed a moment of peace.

After a while, the table was filled with delicious food. Zhou Yan shook the half glass of red wine in front of him, and his eyes fell on Chu Feng's empty wine glass: "Aren't you going to celebrate? I'm the only one drinking it. It's so lonely to drink alone."

He picked up the glass and touched the opponent's wine glass, and there was a crisp collision sound: "Our interstellar war god needs to stay awake, guard against the invasion of foreign enemies, and not relax in the slightest. Okay, I will drink this wine for you."

He raised his head and drank it in one gulp, then poured himself another half a glass: "The glass just now belonged to you, but now this glass is mine."

Zhou Yan finished drinking in one gulp again, and just as he was about to continue pouring the wine, the other party took the bottle away: "Drink less, it's easy to get drunk."

"I thought you were going to say that drinking too quickly is not good for your health," Zhou Yan said with a bright smile, "Isn't it just right to be drunk? Don't you have anything else to do, for example, tonight? Receive your exclusive reward from me?"

Chu Feng looked at Zhou Yan, his whole body was reflected in his eyes, and he said, "From now on, I will drink with you."

"In the future, what is your future? Don't always talk about the future, I want now more," Zhou Yan stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, "Do you want to wait until you are too old to walk, disarmed and returned to the field? What kind of God of War is this, you don’t have the so-called important task of defending the country, so you can have a drink with me? At that time, do you want to say again that we are old and old, it is not suitable for drinking, it is not good for health.”

Chu Feng did not answer, but focused on the complaining young man.Without facing the strong edge of outsiders, there was a little tenderness in his eyes, and his words slowed down: "There will be that day."

"Okay, I'll wait," Zhou Yan rested his chin on one hand, and met the opponent's gaze straightly, his black eyes seemed to have starlight, "My God of War."

You guard this galaxy, guard me, and I will wait for you to be happy.

By the window of the master bedroom, Zhou Yan slightly closed his eyes.There was no longer the tall man in military uniform by his side, let alone the day the other party promised.

However, the light of hope cannot be extinguished. If there is no hope in the heart, how should we live, how to resist the pain of the years, and persuade ourselves not to collapse.

In the living room, the little white tiger turned over and clicked his mouth twice. He didn't know what he dreamed of, and he muttered that he would grow up to be a god of war, and he could drink when he grew up.

The night was hazy, the wind picked up, and the leaves of the small trees outside the house rustled.

The author has something to say: Zhou Yan: Cubs can’t drink

Little White Tiger: I just watch, not drink

A God of War: I can drink with you