Zeus, who had slipped down from the inner wall of the golden carriage, curled his small body tightly, his eyes widened, his lips trembled and his thin legs trembled, and he watched a huge white figure walk towards him.

Intense light streams in from outside the left and right rows of air vents on the carriage, making it look far less dim than expected.

The little mouse Zeus has already been frightened out of his body by a series of "surprises".

Dura, his own mount, threw him in without saying a word, and asked him to find him that thin piece of gold, for the sake of her just saved her life, it would be too unrighteous not to help her!

Listening to the two Gallic war horses, the carriage was locked up with a murderous "divine beast" without blinking, so how could a thin, skinny mouse like Zeus be her opponent?

At first, a thought flashed through his mind: taking advantage of being a mouse, he walked in unnoticed, and after quickly finding the gold flakes, he quickly escaped through the air holes.

But rats are not as good as birds!

He was so embarrassed and unguarded that he was thrown in! And impartially, he slammed into the body of the "divine beast": oh, so supple hair, so solid muscles, so earth-shattering roar......

Now, in the face of the "divine beast" pressing step by step, there is only one thought left in the heart of the little mouse Zeus:

"I hope her throat is thick enough for me to slip to the bottom - oh, God Almighty, you must bless me, and at last it will turn into a fart and be broken out by him!

Frightened, he was afraid to see the "divine beast", but driven by a curiosity that made him feel too bold, he only stared at it with wide eyes.

This "divine beast" is white, yes, it is a pure and shining white bright color all over the body. But on top of the white, thick hair, there are thick black markings, which look exquisite and heroic.

I can't tell his or her gender for a while, but there is no doubt about one thing, that is, his or her bodybuilding is so perfect and close to holiness. This is not only because he or she is a beast, but the beauty of the wild is nothing more than a pure temperament or disposition that emerges from flesh and bones.

But he (she) looks so magnificent, even more kingly than all emperors, monarchs, and heroes, and has more Megatron's style and charm. This makes his (her) bodybuilding an externalization of majesty, and even a kind of divinity that can be seen and touched.

And his (her) face is so beautiful, so stiff in outline.

His or her eyes are the purest gold, his (her) nostrils are the softest flesh red, and his (her) beard is like a splashing spring, white and almost transparent, yet long and dense. With his or her mouth half-open, he or she could see the sharp fangs inside, a pale yellow ivory color, and the breath he exhaled did not have the stench of blood or rotten flesh, but a deep fragrance of the wilderness.

Zeus, the little mouse, had seen a lot of the world in the gladiatorial arena, and it was not surprising to him that even the most rare birds and beasts were.

So he recognized that it was supposed to be a tiger, but how could the tiger be white?

The "Divine Beast" stopped about a meter away from him, and was also staring at him intently. Zeus vaguely saw a trace of unbearable smile in his (her) eyes, and before he could react to what it was, he heard a low but soft voice say to himself: "What a brave little mouse, dare to walk in and peek at the 'divine beast'! It was the words of those two war horses that aroused your curiosity, right?

Zeus sat down with a thud, and the inner walls of the golden car were extremely cold, which made him calm down quickly. Then he shook his head desperately in even more disbelief: "How—how is that possible? You're really a—tigress!"

"It's still a tiger mother!" said the Divine Beast, dodging away, revealing a small white head from under her ribs on her left side—compared to the head of the Divine Beast, of course. "This is my son, and I call him 'Mencius' because we are from Bengal, which is so far away for Rome that it seems like another world. And—" At this, Mother Tiger suddenly became sad, "I know we can't go back." ”

"'Meng'er,' that's a really—really nice name. For Zeus, this was not the first time he had spoken to a tiger - he usually liked to get into the tiger's cage to steal food - but for some reason, despite the fact that the tiger mother was so kind and kind to him, he felt nervous like never before.

"I am the Tiger King of Bengal, and 'Meng'er' is my only son, the future Tiger King. But now – none of this is possible. We resisted for so long, tried our best, and finally got caught by the general. The home I had been guarding was destroyed by them, the woods were set on fire, the weak animals were burned to death, the sturdy ones were taken up and put in these carriages—"

"Why are you telling me this?" Zeus could no longer restrain himself, he almost screamed.

"Maybe it's because we're tired from fighting, maybe it's because we've seen so much bloodshed and tragic death these days – we were taken to Rome and put in the gladiatorial school in Ravenna. There were thousands of fierce beasts when they came, but now there are only fifty or sixty left, which is too miserable!"

"Indeed—it's miserable!"

"This may be the last thing I will say when I am alive. ”

"Mom!" "Meng'er", the little white tiger who had been hiding in the arms of the tiger mother, suddenly screamed.

The mother tiger turned her face away, stretched out her rough bright red tongue, and licked the little white tiger's head. The little white tiger, like all pampered children, squinted his eyes with great satisfaction and smiled sweetly.

"But today, my son won't be pushed into the gladiatorial arena, and he may still have a chance to survive. Mother Tiger turned back to Zeus and said, "I heard your conversation with the white dove just now, and I will give you what you are looking for later." But you must promise me one thing!" Listening to her tone, she was so helpless, but very serious.

"Me?" Zeus was astonished: "Are you begging me? Although I am a holy mouse, this is too outrageous! I have never heard of a tiger asking for a mouse!"

Mother Tiger smiled when she heard this, and she squinted her eyes like her son, and smiled very kindly: "During my days at the gladiatorial school, I discovered a very interesting thing. It's you little mice who are all powerful, you are the real 'boss' in the human world, and many things that humans will never be able to do, but it is easy for you!" As she said these words, Mother Tiger's eyes kept flickering strangely, as if she knew Zeus.

These words made the little mouse flutter for a while, he laughed stupidly, and waved his hand artificially: "You have won the prize, and the vast number of supernatural powers dare not be right, but we are indeed quite remarkable, and human beings have always been unable to take us." Let's just talk about this gladiatorial arena, I'm the veritable 'boss' here! If I step on it here, who can't follow it?"

"Looks like I really didn't pick the wrong person. Then if I am no longer here, and my son is left here again, can you help me take care of him?"

Zeus's little head suddenly flashed: "Can I treat him as a pet?"

"Absolutely!"

"Can I ride it?"

"As you please!"

"All his delicious food will be mine?"

"As long as you're willing to appreciate it!"

"Deal!" the little mouse screamed with joy, jumping up and down at once, and at the same time making a crisp finger sound.