After Dura flew away, Zeus came over angrily, grabbed Mencius's beard, and pulled it so hard that the little white tiger jumped up in pain: "What are you doing?" he asked with a cry.

"Your dreams are terrible, you are not allowed to dream like this again!" Zeus waved his fist at Meng'er - but his little paw was not as big as one of Meng'er's nostrils.

"It's not up to you to say," Men'er said to Zeus, smiling, "but I really don't understand, you're just a mouse, and you want to call yourself the boss of the gladiatorial arena—"

"I'm the boss of the gladiatorial arena, and here, I've always said the same, huh!"

"I don't believe it!"

"Then I'll show you the knowledge!"

"Cut, braggart who won't!"

"You are not allowed to slander me!"

"I can't even open a carriage, and I say I'm the boss!"

"Who said I couldn't open it? It's clear that the guys Dura got in helped out!"

"Then you should open the carriage!"

"I-I-well, you wait!" Before he finished speaking, the little mouse had already climbed up the inner wall of the carriage - because there were many carvings on the four walls of the carriage, many depressions and protrusions were formed on the back, like an undulating mountain, which just gave the little mouse a place to settle when he climbed up.

After a few moments, the little mouse that had crawled out of the vent of the lion's head was gone.

"Mencius, you shouldn't provoke Zeus like that. Although Baihu's mother understood her son's intentions, she did not approve of the way he took.

"We can't stay here, Mom, don't you know what that means?"

'Of course I know – they intend to make us the first to play. ”

"You've also heard in the gladiatorial school that the first animal to appear is dead!"

Mother White Tiger suddenly came to her senses, she stared at Meng Er, and asked in an extremely painful tone, "That's why you asked Dura to bring Grandpa David?"

"Mom, please don't doubt me, I'm not lying, I've really dreamed of that light, and I've dreamed of Grandpa David. As he spoke, he looked up at a vent, and he was fascinated. Before, he saw Grandpa David standing at the door of the gladiatorial arena through it. "But I want him to save us, and that's true. ”

"I know you're an honest kid and never lie. But—but sometimes you're so smart, so clever that I am astonished. You came up with two ways to save us at once: let Dura go to Grandpa David first. Then it aroused the competitiveness of the little mouse, you have long seen through Zeus, and he can't stand others looking down on him!"

"But I'm not taking advantage of him, Mom, I've learned more than you might think at gladiatorial school. But you, who had pinned your hopes on Zeus, thought that with his shrewdness and cleverness you could protect me!"

"yes, it's actually me who really wants to take advantage of him. The desperate mother's voice was filled with deep guilt.

"But how can I allow a rat to protect me?"

"You're doing this for—"

"When he understands, he will naturally realize: in front of the future Tiger King, even the real Zeus will not be my boss!"

"Kid, you're so proud!"

"I thought I would make you proud. ”

"I am indeed very proud, you are so self-respecting and self-respecting, you aspire to become the king of the tiger, and you always have this consciousness that you want to behave more like a king, and you must not insult your identity...... I am indeed proud of you like this, but the more you do this, the more likely you are to get into trouble, the more you are to suffer. I can't make you understand and understand these things right away, and you really know how worried and painful I am about it?"

The little white tiger looked at his mother as if he didn't understand.

"But this is our only chance, Grandpa David and Zeus, only they can help us escape. He muttered.

"What if we can't escape?"

"I'll protect you!" Meng Er rushed out, "I've grown up, and I bit a calf to death in the gladiatorial school, and the coach said at that time that my strength is already very strong." ”

"What do you want to do?" the white tiger mother felt a tremor that she had never felt before.

"Whoever dares to hurt you, I will bite him to death!"

"You are not allowed to do this!" the White Tiger Mother growled.

"They're going to kill you, just for fun, for thrill seeking!"

"They can't hurt me!" the mother of the white tiger wanted to show a relaxed smile to her child, not wanting that reluctant expression to be clearly a bitter smile.

"You're lying to me again! The coach has said it a long time ago, and he has said it more than once: no animal ever leaves the arena alive!"

The mother of the white tiger was choked by her son's words, she was stunned, and then said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "Don't you believe me? Mom is the tiger king of Bengal, how could my mother die?"

"You became the Tiger King for me, but you are not like me, you were born to be the Tiger King!"

"What's the difference?"

"You will sacrifice yourself to protect me, this is what you have been lying to me, just for this reason, you will kill yourself!" Speaking of this, the little white tiger's eyes were blurred with tears, but he was roaring loudly: "So I don't want to, I don't want you to die, I want to protect you, desperate to protect you!"

The mother of the white tiger took the little white tiger into her arms with her thick front paws, choked up and said, "Child, remember, don't do stupid things for me." ”

"I just want to protect you!"

"But you—can't do it yet. ”

"I can, I really can!"

Mother White Tiger couldn't say any more, and she patted Little White Tiger on the back with her front paws, just like she would do every night when she lulled him to sleep. At this moment, Meng Er really couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, and he watched as those salty, crystalline teardrops rolled down his cheeks and fell into his mother's thick, warm hair, until her back was wet.

He suddenly felt that this might be the last time he snuggled up in his mother's arms, the last time he was comforted by his mother—at that moment, he was terrified to the extreme, and felt that his heart hurt as if it was about to break.

He tried his best to hold his mother so tightly that he couldn't be tighter.

"Mother, don't leave me," he said thoughtlessly, "don't go anywhere, just stay here—we'll always be together, never separated!"

"Well, Mom isn't going anywhere. Mother White Tiger muttered, and she was already in tears.

"It's so touching!" Suddenly a sharp and thin voice came, and the mother and son quickly turned their heads, only to see the little mouse Zeus standing in the lion's head ventilation hole, wiping his tears in a fake manner, "Look at your reluctant energy, it seems that the sky is really about to collapse!"

"Why did you come back so quickly?" asked the little white tiger in surprise.

"Cut, will I bother to find a helper in my own territory?" Zeus said proudly, brushing his shiny mustache.

"Have you found a helper?" the little white tiger let go of his mother and walked towards the ventilation hole.

"He's only my bodyguard, a guy who's not worth mentioning in the arena!" Zeus shrugged disapplausively, "but he pesters me all day, wishing he could do something for me, and I'm soft-hearted, and I can make do with it when I come and go." ”

Mother White Tiger came to the vent first, she stood up, grabbed the inner wall of the golden carriage with her two front paws, and put her two eyes on the vent, and saw the situation outside.

A golden hound squatted in front of the carriage, he was so tall that his eyes were almost level with the vents, and by looking at his fine, slender muscles, he knew that once he could run, he would be astonishingly fast. Look at the fangs he bared, they were so sharp that they could bite through the bones. His limbs were stubby but powerful. The claws hidden in the thick fur were his secret weapon capable of killing people.

"Oh my God, Zeus, where are you from-"

Before the mother of the white tiger finished speaking, the little mouse raised her hand: "Oh, it's just one of my bodyguards, there's nothing to make a fuss about!"

The little white tiger climbed onto his mother's shoulder and followed her gaze and looked out: "Braggart king," he shouted angrily, "you dare to say that he is your bodyguard? I see, you are not even qualified to be his personal brother!"

"Whatever I tell him to do, he will do!" Zeus exclaimed angrily, grabbing Mencius's beard and pulling it hard, "I don't believe you!"

The little white tiger roared fiercely, "Let go, if you mess around again, I'll swallow you in my stomach!"

"Wang-Wang!" Seeing Mencius shouting at Zeus, the big hound immediately barked wildly.

"See, you dare to be polite to me! My bodyguard will show you what momentum is!" Zeus pulled Mencius's beard harder as he spoke. The little white tiger screamed in pain, and he couldn't wait to pounce on it immediately and swallow the little mouse in one gulp.

Seeing her son's annoyance, the white tiger's mother quickly raised her front paws and knocked him to the ground at once.

"Don't mess around, Meng'er!"

Meng Er jumped up, flew one by one, and threw himself straight towards the ventilation hole. This time, the white tiger's mother didn't have time to stop her, she saw that her son had opened his black hole mouth. Unexpectedly, the little mouse suddenly jumped backwards and jumped out of the ventilation hole, and at the moment when he was about to land, the hound pounced on him sensitively, and Zeus fell safely on his back.

"Look, how fast my bodyguard reacts and how vigorous his movements are! With him, no one wants to play prestige with me, hum!" The little mouse jumped up and waved his fist at Meng'er's puffed face in the vent, "If you pounce again, you can pounce directly outside if you have the ability! I kindly asked Shag to save you, but you will take revenge and want to use me as an appetizer!"

"Meng'er is playing with you!" Baihu's mother hurriedly explained, she pressed Meng'er to the ground with her front paws, and Zeus saw her gentle but majestic face in the ventilation hole, "Zeus, you quickly let Shag open the carriage, and after you go out, I will let Meng'er apologize to you!"

"He has to apologize to me now!" Zeus jumped onto Shag's head, and Shag crouched up again, making the little mouse stand as tall as a vent. "He still wants to call me boss, and he will have to call me boss in the future, and he will call me boss once he sees me! He has agreed to all of this, and he has done it, and I will let Shag let you out!"

"Don't you think!" Meng Er roared loudly, "Mother, let me be the first to appear, I would rather die under the sword of the Romans than be humiliated like this by a mouse!"

The mother of the white tiger looked at her son, her eyes kept changing: one moment was painful, one moment was heartache, one moment was anxious, and the other was hope...... Zeus's request was also difficult for her to accept. To be the king of the tigers, the sole ruler of the forests and wilderness of Bengal, to have her only son bow down at the feet of a little mouse, to call him the boss, and to show him a gesture of submission and submissiveness at all times—it is indeed an unbearable humiliation.

If a sharp knife had gouged out her heart and liver, it wouldn't have made her feel so painful!

This is the usual reaction of an extreme self-esteem state of mind to an extreme reproach. But she had no choice, and if she didn't manage to escape from this impregnable cage, she and her son could both die.

"Child, just scream!" she lowered her voice, almost pleading.

"No, never!"

"You want to live! You have to go back to Bangladesh! You just promised me!" said to her son, desperately holding back the tears in her eyes, and trying to speak in a resolute, indisputable tone.

"Do you want me to go back with a pitiful face that has been humiliated? A white tiger who has lost even his dignity will never become the king of the tiger, mother, you know this better than me!"

The mother of the white tiger was speechless, and she suddenly understood what her son had just said: "I was born to be the king of the tiger!