A chicken obviously couldn't fill the empty belly of the lion, and he looked at Shang Ke silently while licking the oil juice from his paws. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shang Ke brought him another bowl of Sanxian soup, and the husk used to hold the soup was two-thirds larger than the one of the spotted mouse.

After tasting the delicious taste of the flower chicken, although Mu Tu was a little disgusted with this bowl of soup, he was still satisfied with his own portion compared to the fat rat's portion, and drank it happily, and the taste was unexpectedly good. He glanced at Shang Ke deeply, he didn't know that this little fox had this kind of skill before.

Such a talent who can kill the enemy in battle and enter the house and run the family should be kept by his side.

After eating and drinking, Shang Ke began to help Mutu clean his wounds and reapply the medicine. Mutu's body was crisscrossed with scars, knife wounds, axe wounds, arrow wounds, and so on, several wounds were deep to the bone, and the skin was open, but this guy didn't seem to feel pain, and his face didn't change. Only at the moment when Shang Ke gave him the medicine would he frown slightly.

You can still use the leaves soaked in the medicinal juice, almost cover the front and back of Mutu's chest, and then fix it with strips of linen cloth scalded in hot water. The linen was torn from Mutu's body, and his shirt had been cut to pieces and simply used for waste.

Seeing that he was skillful and his bandaging techniques were neat, Mu Tu couldn't help but ask, "Are you a witch medicine disciple?" ”

In this era, medical technology is backward, and a relatively sound medical foundation has not yet been established. The "witch doctors" in Mutu's mouth only know some simple pharmacological knowledge, and their more important duty is to ask the gods to pray for blessings, which is generally performed by respected and experienced elders. So, Mutu asks about "witch doctors", not "witch doctors".

Shang Ke shook his head, the long hair on his forehead swaying gently with his movements.

Mutu was about to reach out and ruffle his hair, but saw him get up and walk outside.

"Where are you going?"

Shang Ke turned around, picked up the remaining strip of cloth, and made a motion to wipe his face.

Mutu didn't ask any more questions, silently watching his back as he left. The light outside the cave set off his figure extraordinarily slender, his long white hair hung straight down, and his big fluffy tail shook gently behind him, like a soft fan, which made people want to touch two.

Mutu found in this fox a temperament that was very different from other orcs, quiet, soft, uncontested, and somewhat plausible...... Charming.

Such a person, even if he just stands quietly beside him, can make people feel comfortable, how could he not be aware of it before?

At night, Shang Ke carried back a wild boar. Seeing him carrying a fat boar on his slender shoulders, Mutu always felt that something was wrong.

Shang Ke got up and down with his knife and began to cut the wild boar. Looking at the sky today, he estimated that it would rain tomorrow, so he hunted a big wild boar and came back, so that he would not have to go out hunting in the rain tomorrow.

Mutu watched his movements intently, and in the dim cavern, silver light flickered, like a dance, with a wonderful sense of rhythm.

In his trance, Shang Ke had already disposed of the wild boar, reserved half of it and wrapped it in leaves, and the other half was made into stewed meat by him, so that Mu Tu was still half full.

In the middle of the night, it was raining heavily, and the damp smell made Mutu sleep very restlessly. At this time, I suddenly felt a warm feeling in my chest.

Mutu slowly opened his eyes and saw a big snow-white tail gently covering his chest, and the soft and warm touch dispelled the coolness on his body. Mutu looked sideways, and the owner of the tail was lying quietly beside him, and he could wrap him in his arms as soon as he stretched out his hand.

As soon as this thought came to mind, his arm was already wrapped. A slender narrow waist that contrasts sharply with his own roughness. The loose fur slides down to the shoulders, revealing large swaths of smooth skin. Under the fur skirt, two slender legs were slightly bent, and the knees were pressed against his thighs.

Mutu's lower abdomen tightened, and he suddenly felt a little dry in his throat. He couldn't help but lean closer and sniffed at the socket of his neck, a faint body fragrance mixed with the heat of his body.

Mutu bit him uncontrollably on the neck, and the lion's desire always came quickly, but Mutu had just taken over as the patriarch and had not yet had time to enjoy the lion king's right as a spouse. All females of the lion clan belong to the lion king, and no other lions can mate with females without the permission of the lion king. Only when it comes to the rite of passage can the young leo find their mate.

The previous lion king had a domineering personality and treated all young and beautiful females as his own private property, and he would not assign them to other lions even if they were adults. Unless they break away from the ethnic group, they can only choose some older, mediocre-looking partners as partners.

Taken by the strength of the lion king, the young lions dare not speak out. It wasn't until Mutu challenged the lion king and won the battle that the tyrannical rule of the previous lion king finally ended.

Mutu has only been the lion king for two months, and he is still two months away from adulthood. In other words, Mutu defeated the powerful lion king with his courage and force when he was still a minor, which made him quite admired among young lions, but some older lions may not really convince him.

Mutu used to have little idea of a female, but now he is moved by a fox. As for the question of race, he didn't think about it at all.

Mutu was about to "study" the fox next to him in depth, when he suddenly saw a big tail cross and cover his face. Then he felt the fox stretch, then rolled over and went back to sleep.

Seeing that he had even swept his tail away from him, Mutu was a little dissatisfied, and with a big stretch of his hand, he scooped him back into his arms.

Well, it's so comfortable to hold.

The corners of Mutu's mouth went up, pressed against the fox's back, and slowly closed his eyes.

The next day, the heavy rain had not stopped. Fortunately, Shang Ke has prepared in advance, so he doesn't have to worry about food for the time being.

He didn't notice that the way Mutu looked at him became a little fiery and unpredictable......

In the days that followed, Shang Ke still went out every day to collect medicine and hunt, and by the way, he cleaned up the traces that might be left, while Mu Tu was responsible for recuperating his injuries and taking out his fat. After a few days of careful conditioning, coupled with his own recovery ability, the injuries on his body have basically healed and scabbed, but he is not able to do strenuous exercise.

Obviously seriously injured and in the wilderness, Mu Tu was fattened by Shang Ke several times, and there was also a litter of spotted rats with him. Looking at their round bodies, Shang Ke almost doubted that they would be able to run, maybe even faster.

After more than ten days unconsciously, Shang Ke carefully inspected the surrounding terrain and investigated the route back to the tribe in advance.

At this time, there is only about half a month left before the pheasant dog clan bloodbathes the lion clan, and it should be too late to see Mutu's recovery.

On this day, Mutu was bored in the cave teasing the Spotted Mouse while waiting for Shang Ke to return.

But until late afternoon, Shang Ke had not returned.

Mutu was a little worried, Shang Ke was very punctual every day and rarely returned late, but today he was nowhere to be seen. He suppressed the irritability in his heart, waited for another half an hour, and still saw no one, he finally couldn't sit still anymore and decided to go out to find someone.

Following Shang Ke's usual route, Mutu quickly shuttled through the forest. Shang Ke was careful not to leave his own breath along the way, until dozens of minutes later, Mutu smelled a faint smell of blood. Soon, he found a few leaves on the blood, not completely dry, and a smell that disgusted him.

Pheasant!

Mutu's face was iron-hearted, and he quickened his speed to chase after the source of his breath.

The smell of blood in the air grew stronger, and Mutu accurately captured the scent of the fox in the trail of the pheasant.

He did meet a pheasant!

Judging from the direction in which the smell spreads, it is clear that the fox is trying to lure the pheasant away so that they do not find themselves.

Mutu let out a low roar and increased his speed again, and his whole body was like a golden arrow, quickly shooting through the dense trees.

In a moment, however, he heard the cries of pheasants and the cries of battle.

Rushing out of the bushes, he saw Shang Ke being besieged by several pheasants. He has a sleek body and long hair flying. On the left side of the white hair, a patch of blood was splattered, like a blooming poppy. The long hair flickered, revealing half of his beautiful face, and a drop of blood fell on the corner of his eye, like a red tear mole, adding a bit of color to him.

The splendor amazed Mutu.

But at this moment, he didn't care about appreciation, and rushed towards the pheasant people with awe-inspiring majesty.

New hatred and old hatred, Mutu was merciless, and several pheasant dogs were quickly killed and retreated.

"Withdraw!" The pheasant leader shouted.

"Want to go?" With a cold glint in his eyes, Mutu flung the axe out of his hand and accurately hit a pheasant dog that was about to escape.

Then, he picked up a large knife from the ground and chased the remaining pheasants with Shang Ke.

Ten minutes later, the battle ended, and finally let a pheasant run away.

"Yanu, are you alright?" Mutu put his arm on Shang Ke's shoulder and asked with concern.

Shang Ke shook his head, indicating that it was okay.

Mu Tu looked around and said in a deep voice, "Clean up, let's go back to the tribe." ”

Shang Ke naturally has no opinion, this is also his plan. And because of the appearance of this group of pheasants, he had the plan to reveal the identity of the spy to Mutu from the head and the pheasant dogs to prepare a sneak attack.

The two returned to the cave, took food and weapons and set out on their way.

Shang Ke had already surveyed the route beforehand, so he didn't have to worry about getting lost.

This makes Mutu feel that the fox is as delicate as a hair, and it is simply a must-have pendant for home travel.

On the way, Shang can use words and gestures to tell Mutu the pheasant's plan and the identity of the spies, pretending to have overheard it from the mouths of the pheasants just now.

Mutu now trusts Shang Ke very much, and from the fact that he has taken good care of him these days, and his behavior of not hesitating to use himself as bait to help him lure away the pheasant, he has no reason to doubt him anymore.

It's just that he can't accept that his brother wants to put him to death, and even does not hesitate to collude with the pheasant dog to bring trouble to the tribe.

Mutu suppressed the pain in his heart and looked up in the direction of the tribe, a decisive cold light flashing in his eyes.

At that moment, a whistle sounded, and a figure stood in the treetops, pointing into the distance, and turned back to Mutu with a happy smile. The big white tail swayed in the wind, and the sun shone brilliant points of light on him, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

The murderous aura on Mutu's body was swept away, and he jumped up, hooked the fox's waist, and swept quickly in the direction of the tribe like a gale.

The only gain from this attack is probably that he really got to know this fox.