I'm a bear.

When I was born, the birch oak trees of Manglong Ridge were rustling and whispering my name: Sergeant.

Whenever I wander through the shade of the trees, the jackals that grind their teeth and suck blood avoid the path in fear, and the outstanding tigers and leopards deferentially hang their proud heads from the past.

The beings of the forest watched me grow up day by day with respect and fear, respecting the gods of the future and fearing the kings of the future!

In the spring, I would bathe in the frozen streams, letting the sharp river crackle and shatter into a fine slag of ice between my thick hairs.

In the summer, I will run freely in the dense forest, and the gentle breeze gently combs my fluffy hair, just like my mother's gentle and generous palm.

I hadn't seen her before, but her palm should have caressed my back like a breeze.

In autumn, I will feast on the fruits of the branches one by one, and the fish in the streams will be fat; I would go out of my way to lull one beehive after another into an empty tree hole...... In the long winter ahead, they will adorn my sweet dreams.

I'm a happy bear.

Because I have an inexhaustible force, enough to knock down a hill of rock.

For I had a thick skin, and neither the cold wind howling outside the cave, nor the sharp fangs of wild beasts, could penetrate it in the slightest.

Invincible, what a hearty pleasure; For two hundred years, I have been living carefree on the Manglong Ridge.

I never imagined that one day, the ghost of the Netherworld would poke the fur on the back of my neck with its jagged and rugged phalanges.

I...... It's ticklish.

This tingling itch, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, is so unbearable; So much so that I leaned my back against the big birch tree, which I used to tickle five hundred times, but I could not lose the slightest bit.

However, just as I was leaning my itchy back against the big birch tree for the hundredth and first time, an incredible scene occurred......

Yang Congxun and Hu San never dreamed that the big bear in front of them, which was three feet tall and had a wide waist, would still have ...... The talent of a poet??

Just because Yang Cong simply asked, 'Why did you go all the way from Manglong Ridge to the black pine forest to get the wolf spirit', the big bear suddenly stood up, and the two huge bear paws beat the chest rhythmically alternately, and then recited a poem called "I am a bear".

Even the sparrow behind him was infected by the simple and sonorous rhythm of the old bear's poetry, and actually took out the tambourine, and beat it gently to the rhythm of the old bear's chest.

Looking at this extremely absurd scene in front of him, Yang Congxun couldn't help but have an urge to grab the ground with his head: "If the large section of words sung by Lao Xiong with uneven rhythm and inconsistent rhyme can also be called poetry, then what is the quatrain of the poetry I learned in the school before?" Limerick? ”

Thankfully, the bear, named Priest, did not receive special training in a place called the 'Beginning Online Literature Training Class', nor did he receive personal guidance from a great god editor named 'Ziliang'.

Therefore, the bear did not grasp the true meaning of hydrology, and the long poem only recited a few dozen lines before hurrying to the main point...... He was struck by thunder!

To be more precise, it should have been the big birch tree that was used by the priests to tickle, and was 'boomed' by a thunderbolt that fell from the sky, and split it in half from the canopy downward, and then 'soared' to the ground, igniting a raging fire!

Looking at the birch tree in front of him, which had suddenly turned into a huge torch, the sergeant's mouth opened wide in horror.

Although the raging flames were within reach, the sergeant still felt that every muscle in his body was trembling as if it had been blown by the north wind of the cold sky, and he immediately lay on the ground, involuntarily sifting up the chaff.

After a few shivers, the sergeant suddenly felt the indescribable itch rise from under his tail vertebrae and swish up along his spine.

At the last moment, Shi Fu tilted his upper body to the right side with his heart, and the whole body was like a fat mountain of meat, and rolled to the right side with a "boom", pressing the wild grass and mountain flowers within a radius of two or three zhang into a thin piece.

And at the moment when the sergeant fell, a bucket-thick electric 'python' slashed straight into the position where the sergeant was lying on his stomach from mid-air, splashing countless scorched blades of grass and soil with a 'bang', and sprinkled the sergeant's body like rain.

No matter how bad the sergeant's bear brain was, most of them could guess that the two lightning bolts that fell straight from mid-air just now were specifically related to him.

With the thought of surviving death, the sergeant rolled over from the ground and got up, and then stumbled and fled to the cave where he had rested for the night.

As soon as he had run a distance of seven or eight feet, the sergeant felt an itching sensation rise at the base of his tail for the third time.

This turn of events made the sergeant instantly devastated, and he threw himself at a beech tree two or three feet high, and then clung to the thick body of the tree, hiding his trembling body in the shadow cast by the canopy.

When the beech tree had become a flaming torch, the frightened sergeant got up from the ground in fear, gasped for a few breaths, and fled again in a panic.

The sergeant ran as if he was dying, his eyes widened, and he searched around for a huge canopy that could cover his body, and as soon as he felt the strange itch rise from his back again, he pounced on a hungry bear, so vicious that the bear hugged the big tree that he had chosen to hide.

When the tree was turned into a flaming torch, the sergeant took the opportunity to catch his breath and run away again.

In this way, the sergeant harmed a dozen or so large trees that were the thickness of the two of them, and finally fled back to his cave.

After entering the cave, the frightened sergeant finally mustered up the courage to carefully poke his head out of the cave and glance out of the sky with trepidation...... The sky was cloudless, and the sky was as blue as a wash.

Strange, why are there no clouds in the sky?

If it weren't for the dark clouds covering the sun and the sky, where did the electric dragon with the thickness of the bucket hit and chopped down?

Before the sergeant could come up with a reason, the strange itch that signaled the misfortune of the lightning strike rose again from below the tail vertebrae.

So, no longer bothering to study why the heavens would smash such a cloudless thunderbolt, the sergeant immediately turned around and stumbled into the deepest part of the cave, covering his head with his palms and buttocks outward, and sifting up chaff trembling all over.

Cover the palms to cover the skull, and the shiri is thick and calloused; The soul was about to leave the body, and the heart was panicked and trembling...... Yang Xianggong, is it still satisfactory to chant poetry like this?