Big Cat League

The two silly lions kissed and licked the little milk baby and fully expressed the joy of reunion. Yang Wen was lifted up by the skin around his neck, and Yang Wen squinted comfortably. He glanced down and hung his four short legs casually, knowing that Simba was going to take him to a safe place. The worries and fears after being separated were like moss hiding in the shadows, and had already evaporated in the blatant rays of the sun. Dispersed.

Yang Wen thought about taking a nap on the road, but he always felt that something was wrong.Yang Wen shook his head vigorously, and finally figured out what was wrong.

Xiao Hei, and Xiao Hei.

Yang Wen started whining and blowing the wind to Simba, Xiao Hei saved his life and that of Weird Tail, yes, he also found a nanny for him, and took care of it, and Xiao Hei was very capable, and even caught prey for them to eat.

The little milkman kept gesticulating and jumping up and down. Simba listened for a while with his head tilted, and then hummed twice, saying that since Xiaohei is so capable, he must be able to find it by himself.

Yang Wen looked at Simba suspiciously, um, his reaction was too bland, but Yang Wen couldn't say what Simba's reaction should be, but he really felt that Simba was not interested, and he had the ability to The attitude he found was more like a provocation, and Yang Wen faintly felt that he might have said something wrong just now.

The author has something to say: There are still a few chapters left for the little lion to grow up.

24. Xiao Hei is a cup

Yang Wen was walked to somewhere in the broad prairie with Simba in his mouth, the sun made him a little wilted, even the little curly hair on his head drooped listlessly, but the strange tail was full of vitality, While barking and sniffing around, he learned exactly how the hyenas scurry around.

Huh, Yang Wen, depressed, Emma is gone, but the mother of Strange Tail survived, of course she is happy——

Huh, Yang Wen sighed, Emma was the first animal he met when he opened his eyes. Although he knew that human beings should not use human thinking to view the birth, aging, sickness and death of animals. Sun, wouldn't he die in sorrow, and every day in the prairie may herald the beginning, or it may herald the end of everything.

To eat or be eaten, there is no fixed number. This is what Yang Wen learned when he was with Weird Tail and Xiao Hei. He lived every day as if it was his last day, and looked at life and death plainly. Otherwise, even if his body became a lion, he would not Still not a real lion.

This was the thought expressed by Simba on the road just now. Yang Wen pondered for a while. Although he was not so depressed, he still felt uncomfortable.

Creak creak creak, Yang Wen began to swipe his little claws in Simba's mouth vigorously, Simba frowned, how many times has this happened?

Papa, poop——Yang Wen greeted Simba with his clear black eyes, and ran crookedly into the bushes.Simba watched with dissatisfaction as Yang Wen shrunk his chubby body into the bushes, feeling something was wrong, lion—does he need to hide and do this?

The strange tail ran over excitedly, but was warned by Yang Wen hissing not to come, uh—one of the strange tail's paws was still hanging in the air, it didn't let it go, it didn't let it go, it tilted its head, a little impatient Waiting outside for Yang Wen, he straightened its tail soaring into the sky, and then shook it back and forth.

Roar——Simba growled at the strange tail, with some teasing meaning in his tone, why did the little guy wear the strange tail so strangely, well, in the future, these problems must be corrected, otherwise, as a A lion, not only likes to think wildly, but also always does such shameful things, and has no dignity at all. Simba thought, if he wants to teach the little guy a good lesson, he must show his pride as a lion.

At this time, Yang Wen was standing in the bushes, clumsily lifting one paw behind - peeing.

However, he squeezed hard for a while, and the PP was painfully squeezed, and he didn't squeeze out a drop of urine. When was the last time he nursed? Yang Wen switched sides, giggling——

A small thin line drew a silver arc and floated into the bushes, and quickly disappeared, in about a tenth of a second.

Looking at the scorching sun in the distance, Yang Wen was both thirsty and hungry, and PP was in burning pain, it seemed that he was squeezed hard.

Xiao Hei, I can be considered sorry for you, but you should ask for more blessings. Yang Wen leaned against a short tree next to the bush, rubbed it, clicked, clicked, and flicked his little tail, throwing out a piece of dust, Yang Wen Wen shook his furry body, tilted his head high, bouncing about to leave.

Next time in the bushes, it is no longer possible to use urine to mark Xiao Hei, and Papa’s lion group seems to be far away from here, otherwise, they would not have to rush forward under the scorching sun that lions hate the most .

Dad said, if we hurry up, we can catch up with the largest animal migration. We can’t delay any longer. The end of the animal migration means abundant food and fresh and sweet river water. The little milkman can’t help thinking of this He licked his lips again: Xiao Hei, come quickly, you will like it——

When Yang Wen was about to jump out of the bushes, he suddenly raised his tail, put his limbs together, leaned back, and forced himself to stop. He poked out his round head and squinted his eyes to see Simba lying on the ground in boredom. Spirit, Wei Tail was attracted by a butterfly, and he was fighting against the butterfly with his butt raised.

Yang Wen retracted, squinted at the lion's face, gnawed the grass next to the mark, and dug out a clean piece of land with his claws. Well, I don't know if lions can understand arrows. Yang Wen stretched out his claws, showing sharp nails , drew an arrow on the ground.

Well, the arrowhead is too thin, so it's not easy to spot. Yang Wen tilted his head to look at it, continued to look at the lion face, and drew two hearts on the tail of the arrowhead.There are too many strokes on the tail feather of the arrow, anyway, a lion can't understand what the heart means...

After Yang Wen finished the painting, he felt that he had done a very idiotic thing. Well, Xiao Hei, it was all for you.

The little milk baby appreciated his work with satisfaction, and continued to hop around to find his papa. In other words, since Simba appeared, Yang Wen was actually in a really good mood, apart from being a little sad.He found that the pads are so elastic that he can bounce him high, well, sometimes it feels like he really returned to his childhood—it’s good to be reborn, fufufufufu

***************************************************** **********Okay, I'm a bit of a dividing line with Cavin, and I'm going to write about the situation on Xiaohei's side.

After Xiao Hei left Yang Wen and Wei Tail to Semir, he walked out of the woods alone. He didn't know why, but he felt very bad today. The lion alliance invaded the lion group where it was, and he was forced to escape.

Xiao Hei raised his head and looked at the Huoshaoyun in the sky for a long time. It was extremely gorgeous and magnificent. It liked the scenery in the early morning. Although the daytime was a challenge for its dark fur, fortunately, it was only a little dark.

He also once saw an all-black leopard walking alone through the tree where Xiao Hei was hiding. The cunning and ferocity in his eyes was very alarming. Fortunately, he was not that dark.

However, the lions still don't like it very much, even Yang Wen, who is polite and distant, this is the attitude of the little milkman towards it, and Xiao Hei always feels a strange impulse, which seems to burn its heart, and it takes a deep breath. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the weird urge to think of the little milk baby.

It shook its brown mane, moved forward steadily, and started running after a while. It liked the sound of the wind whistling in its ears, which was very comfortable and pleasant.

After running for a while, Xiaohei stopped. He was a little puzzled. The animals that used to gather in groups seemed to disappear out of thin air. The grassland was dead silent, and it seemed to be the end of the world.

Xiao Hei took his steps lightly, and no longer wandered on the open ground, but slowly walked slowly against the bushes. He thought about returning empty-handed, but he was not sure if he had been targeted. The circling vultures deepened his bad feeling, Xiao Hei frowned, and tightened his grip on the massage stick, which was forced by the little milkman before he left, and even taught him how to use it.

The smell of milk that hadn’t dissipated in his mouth made Xiao Hei a little dazed, feeling that he had some very happy responsibilities. Sometimes, it seemed that there was always something waiting for him. This feeling made him feel very comfortable. Just like the feeling of the wind blowing over the tip of its nose, even the tip of the heart will become a little itchy.

Xiao Hei fumbled for a while, and finally saw a small group of antelopes, sparsely huddled together, but they did not eat grass.They just huddled together, ran out a few steps, and then backed away.

Xiao Hei shrank his neck and lay motionless in the grass, letting the tall grass cover him, only showing half of his head to look forward.

The three man-eating lions are slowly encircling the herd of antelopes. Beside them, there are already many corpses lying in a haphazard manner, slowly piled up, like a monument symbolizing their achievements.

Xiao Hei silently swallowed the massage stick into his throat, and tried to spit it out again. He didn't quite believe that his life would be saved by a strange thing. The only thing that could save him was fangs and sharp claws.

Therefore, it must spit it out quickly after trying the massage stick, and have enough time to prepare to fight back.

Xiao Hei's eyes fell on the tallest man-eating lion, that was the one who jumped up the tree to attack the buffalo last time.