Big Cat League

He set off with his beloved little milk lion. Yang Wen was shaken to the ground by Simba, but he refused to get off it.

Damn, riding a lion, which person has done such an awesome thing.

Ho Ho Ho—a soft whimper sounded from behind, Yang Wen turned his head and saw the big innocent face of Monster Tail, saying that his mood has been up and down these days, and he forgot to comfort Monster Tail, it seemed very disturbed.

Yang Wen started yelling, to the effect that, be good, my dad and I will bring you delicious food.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Yang Wen didn't know why he was flustered by the sound of the strange tail. When he looked back, the strange tail had turned into a small black spot, only the iconic tail was still up, and the end was a listless bend.

Not long after, Simba followed another big male lion, and Xindi slowly followed his elder brother about a step behind, looking at Simba with confidence.

In fact, Yang Wen felt that Xindi had abilities, but perhaps it was because of his dependence on Simba since he was a child, that's why he lacked confidence.

This time, Simba was in high spirits during his tour, and he actually went a little far. Slowly, Yang Wen felt that something was wrong.

The surrounding animals seemed to have disappeared, not even the singing of birds, the world seemed to be dead silent, only the midday sun scorched the earth, it seemed that the surrounding dry grass would immediately burn, Yang Wen was dizzy from walking of.

Simba stopped suddenly, and he ordered Yang Wen to climb up a slightly luxuriant tree: Remember, don't come down no matter what the situation is, because it won't help if you come down, you know?

When Simba spoke to Yang Wen so seriously, Yang Wen immediately felt his heart beating violently. He had never had such a bad premonition. I hope not. good.

There was no wind in the grassland, and it was as hot as a huge piece of carrion. Yang Wen wailed twice, probably saying Papa, remember to run if the situation is not good.

run?Simba gave his son a contemptuous glance, it was the behavior of the weak.

At this time, the surrounding grass slowly moved. From far to near, Simba found that they were surrounded by man-eating lions, leaving only a gap. Xindi anxiously urged Simba to run quickly.

Simba looked almost instinctively at his son in the tree, and besides, would a man-eating lion be so good at leaving a gap for them to escape back?

It just wanted to remind Xindi not to fall for the trick, but Xindi suddenly seemed to have lost all confidence, turned around and ran away towards the gap where there was no man-eating lion guarding him.

At this moment, after Xindi escaped, the encirclement circle closed up immediately, and Yang Wen suddenly felt that his eyes went black, and Simba was surrounded by five strong man-eating lions.

Three of them held the corpses of little man-eating lions in their mouths. They came for revenge. Yang Wen suddenly thought, if he had reminded Simba earlier, if they had fled to the East African Rift Valley earlier, wouldn't it be... the same? It's what it is today.

It's a pity that there are not so many ifs in this world.

Simba sighed, and looked back at Xindi running away. He knew he couldn't win, but as the leader of the lion, he had his own dignity.

Simba bravely went up to him. A fight between lions often starts with a roar. Simba's roar is particularly scary and majestic. When his small eyes stare at you, you will feel that he is like a lion Huge demon, invincible.

Two of the man-eating lions were terrified and ran away, but the remaining three man-eating lions had obviously evolved to be smarter, taller and more destructive.

Yang Wen could see that it was the kind of lion that would not be controlled by a massage stick before, and the man-eating lions were constantly evolving.

Papa, run quickly.

Yang Wen kept shouting in his heart, but he returned the reporter Simba's words, and he didn't dare to make a sound, but his limbs were trembling. In order not to let himself scream, Yang Wen bit the branch in front of him, a bitter taste came The mouth kept overflowing.

It was an astonishingly fierce battle. Simba and the three man-eating lions fought from noon to dark, and then from dark to dawn.

Next to Simba lay the corpses of two man-eating lions, and it was already scarred, not counting the piece of flesh that was torn off from its body. Simba was bitten hard on the head, and blood flowed into its eyes, which were full of bruises. Flushing red, it shook its head vigorously, wobbling and rushing towards the last man-eating lion.

Baba come on——Yang Wen's heart trembled with pain. He no longer pinned his hopes on Xindi. The lions never showed up. Yang Wen hated every lion in his heart, even the strange tail. Why? No, why don't you come--

We can obviously win, as long as there is one more lion, as long as...

Papa——

Yang Wen exerted his strength in horror, and the branch in his mouth broke into two pieces, making a clear clicking sound, which was very clear in this deadly confrontation.

A chill slowly crept up its back, and the man-eating lion, which was only slightly injured, raised its cloudy eyeballs to look coldly at Yang Wen, and roared in a low voice, as if to say, ah, you The cub was hiding there.

The man-eating lion met Simba. Simba had no strength, and the head injury was so serious that the man-eating lion bit his throat.

Yang Wen finally couldn't hold it anymore, and roared loudly—baba—baba—

The immature and miserable little lion's roar was so weak, just like his small body, he couldn't even shake a single hair of the man-eating lion, and could only watch Simba lying motionless in a pool of blood.

Yang Wen jumped down from the tree. He didn't want to live anyway. He jumped on the man-eating lion and bit and scratched. The man-eating lion tilted its head, like a cat seeing an ugly and stupid mouse.

Just looking down like playing a game, I lowered my head, wanting to bite through the lion cub's belly first, and then watch it weaken and die a little bit.

However, the moment it lowered its head, it knew it was wrong, and a huge and powerful figure rushed over.At the moment when the man-eating lion died, it still didn't understand why, the big golden lion was still alive, and its powerful vitality was really terrifying——

Papa - papa -

Yang Wen felt that his eyes were hot, and he was both distressed and happy——

That's great, Papa is still alive, he won't ask for anything in the future, he doesn't want anything, as long as Papa is still alive.

He said: Papa, we will go back after you rest, okay, I will take care of you when you get old.

Simba said fool! !

He said: Papa, why do you have so many wounds, I will lick them for you.

Simba said: It hurts, take it easy.

Yang Wen said: Baba, you will get better after you sleep, you know?

Simba didn't speak anymore, it seemed to have fallen asleep.Yang Wen felt a little cold, and his heart was empty. He had never felt so alone, helpless, and panicked.

It slept in Simba's arms for a while, and Simba's heart was still beating here, which made him somewhat relieved.

Maybe, maybe, Simba will really wake up, maybe there will be a miracle, lions are not human, aren't they, their vitality is very tenacious, isn't it?

Moreover, it is Simba, the omnipotent Simba.

Yang Wen kept howling uncomfortably in his dream, and when he woke up, Simba couldn't wake up anymore and was in a coma. Yang Wen couldn't go back to find the lions, he was worried that hyenas or vultures would come and hurt Simba. bar.

His heart was filled with hatred again, it hated Xindi to the core, and there was a limit to cowardice, why didn't he come back to see him after so long.

As long as they come back, as long as the lions help, Simba, Simba can live.

As if counting down to death, Yang Wen guarded Simba without eating or drinking, kept helping Simba clean up the wound, and kept encouraging himself, Simba would not die, it would come back to life.

After persisting like this for a few days, Simba's heart kept beating, and many hopes were ignited in Yang Wen's heart. Fortunately, today, Yang Wen finally caught a living creature, a vulture.

Yang Wen poured the vulture's blood into Simba's mouth drop by drop, and then ate some himself. Suddenly he felt very tired, especially in his heart, so tired that he felt that he was going to die.

Yang Wen fell beside Simba and fell into a coma. He thought maybe he would be reborn into something else, but he probably would never find someone like Simba, such a good and great——Papa.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Wen felt that the ground seemed to be trembling, and he got up in fear, what?

Simba, Simba stood up—,,

Babababababa——

Yang Wen started shouting non-stop, and Simba smiled weakly: Why is my son stuttering?

Papa, are you really well?

Yep

Papa, are we going back?/

Yep

Papa, I will hunt and feed you in the future, so I don't want you to work hard.

Long winded.

Papa——

Simba lowered his head and gently touched the little milk lion with his mouth. This was invented by this strange child, and it seemed to be called—kiss.

Simba's spirit is a bit difficult to concentrate, but it has some things to do.

You can see that the sun rises from the east in the morning and sets from the west in the evening. When there are no stars at night, the stars can guide your direction.

Also, the growth of trees and grass can also tell you the direction. Do you know where the lions are in our direction?

Southeast, Yang Wen replied, and then couldn't help asking: Papa, why did you tell me this.

Aren't you going to take care of Lao Tzu?I was afraid that my injuries would be too serious and I wouldn't be able to tell the direction. Simba glared at Yang Wen, and began to wobble on the way back. Although he didn't have much strength, he actually stood up.

Yang Wenxin