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Chapter 374: Megatron Mountain Forest

"Whiskers—" Kiki cheered.

The fat man on the ground was unlucky, looking at Weiwei's impulsive energy, it is estimated that he came to take advantage of the fire to rob and find a field, it had been humiliated by the fat man's crotch, and it is estimated that he was bent on revenge.

"Is that the little tiger, it's all grown so big!" Old man Wu had witnessed Qiqi's adoption of Weiwei two years ago, and now seeing the little tiger's majestic appearance, Huhu was full of vitality, and he couldn't help but be shocked, after all, there are still not many opportunities to see tigers.

Now Weiwei is more than two years old, already considered an adult, about one meter tall, nearly two meters long, two powerful front legs are very thick, the big slap is not much worse than the bear's paw, if it hits the prey, the power is definitely not small.

The black, yellow and white stripes on the head are also intertwined with each other, and there are three black horizontal bars and a black vertical bar in the middle of the head, which looks like a majestic "king" character. And both cheeks grow fluffy long hairs, making Weiwei look more ferocious.

When I saw the little tiger who knew that he was pulling his trouser legs in the past, today he has the majestic posture of the king of the forest, and the fat man also secretly complained: "Why does this guy look at me unpleasantly?"

Looking at the distance, I didn't see any trace of the tiger mother, I don't know if it was hiding in the bushes, or because Weiwei was an adult and had begun to live a ** life.

There was no room for the fat man to think about it anymore, Weiwei had already pounced in front of him, and his two front paws pressed towards the fat man. How could the fat man be restrained, roll on the snow, and then climb up, waving his hand again and again: "Weiwei, can you be civilized, this meeting gift is really unbearable." ”

Weiwei obviously didn't understand what the fat man was muttering, and with a low roar in his mouth, he turned around and pounced again. The fat man felt a huge pressure rushing towards his face, and saw Weiwei's body soaring in the air, the white hair on his abdomen was clearly visible, and the whole thing was like a mountain pressing down, which was terrifying.

"This guy is getting stronger and stronger!" The fat man was also shocked in his heart, and he didn't dare to face the enemy head-on, relying on his body dexterity, he quickly flashed to the side. Just as he had just regained his footing, he heard a whistling sound and a tiger tail like a steel whip swept over.

The fat man was caught off guard, and he was swept to the ground at once, and his waist and eyes hurt for a while. Now the fat man was also annoyed, jumped up from the snow, grabbed the felt hat on his head, and slammed it on the snow: "Good boy, come to the truth, then I'll ride you for another walk!"

After speaking, the cat bent on his waist, his hands became claws, and he was ready to go. A pair of small eyes are also swishing discharge, aggressive, and a bit of eyeing.

Weiwei also felt the fat man's anger, and seeing that he still refused to give in, he pounced again. The fat man no longer blindly dodged this time, but just took two steps back, let Weiwei's two tiger claws, and then hugged its thick neck, one person and one tiger, and fell up again on the snow.

Just like last time, Weiwei's fangs and five or six centimeter claw tips were all discarded, just to compare strength with fat people. From this point of view, Whiskers is really a gentleman.

The fat man felt that his face was attached to Weiweimao's big head, and the hot air from the other party was drilling into his neck, and his nose and eyes were itchy, which was called zero-distance contact.

"Will this guy give me a mouthful?" The fat man's heart was also abrupt, and he didn't dare to use his hands very hard, worried that if the little tiger was annoyed and angry, he would wrestle with the little soldier Zhang Ga like a fat dun, and if he couldn't fall, he would move his mouth, and it would be troublesome.

The two sides were already evenly matched, and the fat man was timid in his heart, and immediately showed his disadvantage, and his body was bent backwards by the threat, and it seemed that he would fall to the ground at any time.

"Come on—" Kiki's cheers rang out, accompanied by a thumping sound, and it was clear that the little guy was jumping while shouting.

"This little girl is too eccentric!" the fat man was even more annoyed when he heard this, but then he heard Qiqi's voice come again: "Fat uncle, you are trying hard-"

When the fat man heard this, he was relieved, his waist stiffened, and he pushed Weiwei back, and the two sides returned to a situation of equal strength.

Wang Sanpao and Old Man Wu also watched this battle with great interest, tiger fights were not common in the first place, let alone tigers fighting with people. If you had a video recorder and you could record the whole process, you could sell it for money.

"I see that the little tiger is fierce. "Wang Sanpao is more optimistic about Weiwei.

"I think the little fat man has stamina. "Old man Wu also admires the courage of the fat man, if he were an ordinary person, his legs would have been weak, and it would be good to be able to stand up.

"Then let's make a bet that whoever loses the night will be responsible for pouring wine for the other party. ”

"Good!"

Then there were three snaps, and the two of them also high-fived each other very formally. Just as they had just finished the gambling contract, they saw the fat man over there pounce, and he had been pressed to the ground by the little tiger.

Old man Wu was a little puzzled, and muttered: "The little fat man should be able to hold on for a while, his stamina is the longest?"

"I'm not mad at you, you two are not serious, bet me to play—" The fat man lay on the ground, yelling in this direction.

Weiwei's two front legs were put on the fat man's chest, telling him not to turn over, this posture reminded the fat man of the tiger roaring mountain forest under his kang qin, painted with an electric soldering iron, as if he was now the stepping stone under the tiger's paws.

"Whiskers win—" Kiki jumped over, cheering to announce the result, and squeezed Whiskers' right forepaw, but the force was too small to move. Wei Wei was more sensible, he stood up with his front paws, was grabbed by Qiqi, and lifted it up like a boxing referee announcing the result of the match, and waved it twice in the air before it landed.

The fat man originally had the strength to fight again, but he felt that there was no need to be so serious with a tiger, so let it be ordered, so as not to provoke me as soon as we met in the future.

The big pigtail stretched out his hand with a smile, pulled the fat man up from the ground, and slapped the snow on his body: "Brother Huang, you are not bad, you are the runner-up." ”

Old man Wu laughed: "Yes, it's the runner-up." Comrade Runner-up, I lost the bet today, and you are responsible for pouring the bar for the three guns in the evening. Old man Wu felt that since he came to Gushantun, there had been more laughter in the past few days than in the army for several years.

The fat man glanced at Weiwei over there, and saw that he was receiving Qiqi's caresses majestically. So he muttered: "I deliberately let the little guy, if I ride under me every time, I am afraid that it will cause psychological disorders, how can I be the king and dominate the mountain in the future." ”

Kiki stuck out his tongue at him: "Uncle Fat still makes excuses when he loses, Dududu-"

At this moment, another tiger roar came from the forest, and the fat man quarreled: "Little tiger, your mother told you to go home and nurse." ”

Whiskers didn't turn around when he heard the sound as he used to do, but roared as well. Then, I saw another Siberian tiger emerge from the forest, which was one size smaller than Weiwei.

"It's not a tiger mother!" the fat man's eyes lit up.

"Whiskers, is that your friend?" "Kiki stroked Whisker's little ear, then playfully pulled the steel needle-like whiskers at the corners of his mouth - what, how dare anyone touch a tiger's whiskers.

"I guess it's a girlfriend, I said how this guy looks like he's taken a stimulant. It seems that I just pretended to admit defeat, otherwise it would be strange for me to make the little tiger lose face in front of his girlfriend and lose his strength in the future. The fat man was also very happy in his heart, the third tiger he saw in Daqingshan, and it looked quite young, which means that the population of tigers on the mountain is getting bigger and bigger.

Thinking about it, it was indeed a wise move to send Weiwei back to the mountains and forests, Siberian tigers are not as numerous as wild boars and bears, for example, they are stupid, they are raised, and they will not have any impact on the population in the mountains.

The tiger refused to come, so Kiki ran after Whiskers, leaving the rest of the group where they were. Wang Sanpao also nodded frequently: "There are more and more tigers on the mountain, which is also a good thing." Without a tiger, it can't be a real forest!"

Old man Wu also agreed, this truth is like a troop without a general. However, as soon as he thought of this, he felt a gloom in his heart: maybe in a few months, he would be buried in the arms of this mountain.

The fat man kept a close eye on the situation over there, although he knew in his heart that the tiger would not do any harm to Kiki, but it was better to be just in case.

Seeing Qiqi walking into the forest surrounded by two tigers, the fat man couldn't help but shout: "Don't go far-" After speaking, he couldn't help scratching his head: "Hehe, two tigers are bodyguards, it's strange that there is danger?"

The remaining four returned to Mulenzi, and the pheasants caught alive were placed in the outhouse, and the fat man sprinkled some millet on them. These guys also seem to be relatively heartless, and they still eat with ropes tied.

"When I go back, cut off the long feathers on my shoulders, and they won't be able to fly away, and then I will follow the flock for a while, and they won't be able to get rid of them. This thing of pheasant has no ambition, so it is easy to feed. "Wang Sanpao has rich experience and gives the fat man the characteristics of the pheasant.

It is said that many birds have tempers and have a big temperament, such as the most common old thieves (sparrows), if they are not domesticated since childhood, they will not eat anything after they are caught, and they will starve to death in the end.

The fat man scratched his head: "Third uncle, you don't mean to be sarcastic, do you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, kill the chickens. Wang Sanpao led the cauldron, boiled water in it, and when the fat man had finished killing the wounded pheasants, he began to shed his hair.

The feathers of the male pheasant are very bright, especially the pheasant feather on the tail, which is long and smooth, and the color is also good-looking, and some people often use it as a decoration.

Wang Sanpao pulled out the pheasant feathers, and the fat man played with them in his hands, and suddenly remembered the plot of listening to "The Legend of Yue Fei" two days ago, so he asked Wang Sanpao: "Third uncle, you said that the fox tail on the chest of the golden vulture and the pheasant feather on the back of the head, is this what is inserted?"

Wang Sanpao nodded: "Yes, if we are born and raised in the northeast, we all have this habit." ”

The fat man touched his brain: "Hehe, when I talked about Yue Feichuan, everyone listened quite energetically, and we dare to love that we are all in the same group as the Golden Vulture." ”

Wang Sanpao obviously didn't think about this problem, so he clicked his mouth a few times and said, "We moved here after the Guanwai, and we are not local ethnic minorities, so it doesn't matter." ”

The fat man also laughed: "By the way, who still pays attention to these now, the disputes between various ethnic groups in history are all in the past, and their own brothers sometimes fight, hehe-"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Qiqi running back, and after entering the house, he snorted vigorously: "Fat-uncle, it's not good, Weiwei-Weiwei and Howling they want to fight!"

"This is here as he talks-Qiqi, you can't pull it away, won't we go in vain!" Although the fat man said this, he still rushed out with Wang Sanpao, and the old man Wu also followed behind with a shotgun.

"Wait for me—" Qiqi was stunned for a moment, and then chased him out, muttering, "It's really not worry-free." ”