It's just that Musa has never found a suitable place to live.

Wild rabbits have no fixed residence, especially the mother rabbit with cubs, in order to ensure that the food is sufficient, almost a week to change the place to live.

Musha is still a human mind, and wants to find a suitable cave before moving in.

He picked and chose the rocks along the way, occasionally burrowing into the crevices of the rocks to observe.

This one doesn't work, it's too narrow, and it can only fit half of your body.

This is poorly occluded, and all passing animals can be seen, and there is no privacy, pass.

Hey, this one is quite open, and the little rabbit with its drooping head is in good spirits, pulling the stone wall probe.

Then he stared at the Tibetan fox inside.

Then he screamed and pulled out with his nose covered.

I'm sorry, he didn't know there was a Lord here.

Musa licked his nose and walked for a long time but didn't choose what he liked, he was a little discouraged, avoided the sun, found a shady and hidden place, formed a large fluffy pom-pom, put his head between the two stones, squinted his eyes and yawned widely.

When you're tired of walking, take a break.

Confused, and about to fall asleep, there was movement above his head.

When I opened my eyes, on the high mountain in front of me, a golden eagle hovered high in the air, circled around, and locked onto the rock sheep on the cliff wall.

This golden eagle is experienced, first pretending to attack the ewe, and when the ewe fled to the side in panic, flapped its wings to the ground to cushion, and then the wings were raised, and the sharp claws instantly hooked the back of the lamb without the protection of the ewe, flapped its wings and lifted up, and it was directly carried with the lamb in the air.

The golden eagle grabbed the lamb and flew towards the sky, and soon after, the dull sound of landing echoed through the valley.

Mu Sha looked straight, he had long heard that the golden eagle was wrestling sheep, but he didn't expect the live version to be so shocking.

And the more shocking is yet to come.

When the ewe loses its child, it makes a wail, and the surrounding rock sheep gather and step over the rock to the ewe, rubbing their bodies lightly to soothe its sad emotions.

However, the powerful predator would not let go of such a good opportunity, and the gray and white beast that had been lurking for a long time squinted its eyes and pounced, its muscles were smooth, and it rushed towards the flock with great speed.

Even if the rock sheep on the periphery gave a timely warning, the rock sheep huddled together at this moment could not disperse at the first time, crowded and trampled on each other, and their speed plummeted, giving the enemy a great advantage.

Rock sheep have lived on cliffs since they were young, and their hooves are hard and protruding, which plays a good supporting role, and they can jump and walk on steep mountain walls, and in order to escape, they jump almost vertically from the cliffs.

The snow leopard followed, its thick paws parting from the ground, almost soaring into the air. He suddenly increased his speed, and at the moment when the rock sheep jumped, he jumped forward, slapped down with his sharp claws, and pierced the rock sheep's hind legs.

The inertia brought by the forward pounce caused him to rush out of the cliff with the rock sheep and fall from the cliff, and the two of them spun and tumbled in the air, and landed rapidly!

The rock sheep fell to the ground with despair in its eyes, and out of the instinct of survival, it propped up its front legs, and did not want to give up, so it went down the steep slope, got up and continued to run.

Musha lay nervously on the ground, holding his breath and watching with wide eyes without blinking.

In the face of the rock sheep's dying counterattack, the snow leopard did not let go of its mouth, he bit the prey to death, his long tail stretched out to help adjust the balance, and he adjusted his posture in mid-air, with his limbs facing down, and the thick meat pad slowed down the impact of landing.

In this constant tumbling landing, the snow leopard has the upper hand from beginning to end, and is almost unharmed.

He was not in a hurry to bite through the throat of his prey, but only bit his hind legs and threw the rock sheep to the stone again and again, so that he could no longer struggle.

Before landing for the last time, he twisted his waist, rolled in mid-air, climbed onto the body of the dying rock sheep, neatly bit his throat, locked his throat, and smashed to the ground.

The rock sheep spasmed all over his body, the strength of his struggle slowly weakened, and his eyes eventually lost their brilliance, and blood spurted from his torn neck, soaking the soil.

The snow leopard raised its head, its fangs covered with blood, full of wildness.

At the end of a treacherous hunt, there was not even any blood on his body, he stretched out his tongue, scraped away the only traces of blood from his mouth, sat down dignifiedly, put the knife into the sheath, and the sharpness disappeared, and he turned back into the elegant and beautiful big cat.

He turned his head, and his ice-blue eyes looked at him, and he met Musha, who was clumped between the stones, with four legs outstretched, and a salted fish.

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Musa: I'm a salted fish, so I'll start with that

Chapter 4

Musha was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had been too engrossed in it, and he didn't realize that the battle between the snow leopard and the rock sheep had taken place on the mountain in front of him, and that he had now slid all the way down the slope in front of him.

The snow leopard is watching this way. Musa's scalp went numb, and he cowered in the cracks of the rocks, his ears tucked away, not daring to move, trying to disguise himself as a stone.

The distance between them was so close that if Musa looked up again, he could easily catch the snow leopard's disapproving look.

His gaze moved back and forth between the rock sheep and the rabbit, as if he was considering whether to tear off a piece of meat and give it to each other as he had done before.

The snow leopard weighed for a moment, but gave up on this plan. He took a closer look at the rabbit, which was more round and chubby than its peers, and looked like it had a very well-fed figure.

Obviously, it's real fat, not fat.

Musha: ?

As soon as the snow leopard turned around, it turned its head back again, focusing on the prey in front of it, and its big paws held down the rock sheep and began to bite. The thick, soft tail flicked lightly in the air, creating a semicircle.

Musha looked at the tail and couldn't help but wag his tail.

The snow leopard tore open its prey, blood flowed out, and the smell of blood directly attracted the birds in the sky.

The rock sheep he caught was so large that it could not be eaten by this snow leopard alone, except for the female snow leopard, which needed to nurse its cubs, the snow leopard generally did not have the habit of bringing back its prey, that is, after the snow leopard finished eating, the rest of the food was the returning birds.

It's a feast.

Birds kept coming from the sky, and when they stopped, Musha was forced to huddle in the middle of a flock of birds, and in the middle of the way, a vulture thought that he was staying here and taking his place, and stood beside him, and with a body on top of it, like a bully, squeezed him aside.

Caught off guard, Musha was really pushed down by him and almost got stuck in the crack of the stone.

This time he is on fire, they are all cats, why only bully him? You have the ability to squeeze out the snow leopard.

There are also those in the animal kingdom who bully the weak and fear the hard. This time I gave in, maybe I had to take an inch, and next time I dared to grab the food in my mouth.

Angry, he didn't care about the presence of the snow leopard, pounced on the vulture to the ground, and snorted at the neck, the vulture screamed, shook its wings, threw Musa down, and then hurriedly got rid of Musa and walked to another position.

Musa bit the hair of his mouthful and spit it out. Since then, there has been a hairless vulture in the world.

After this toss, his mood calmed down.

There are so many birds here, the snow leopard didn't chase them, he mixed a rabbit in it, and he didn't grab the snow leopard's prey, so it should be okay to stay here.

Looking at the snow leopard's big tail, Musa couldn't help but wrap his tail around the front and quietly put it together for comparison.

His tail was noticeably smaller several times and shorter, so long that it could only go around in front of him.

Thanks to the environment in which he lives, the snow leopard's tail is almost the same length as his body to help him maintain his balance when jumping off cliffs.

Not only does the tail be long, but the body size is also large, Musa recalled the scene of hunting from a cliff from a height of 100 zhang just now, and was very envious, the same cat, how could there be so much difference in size?

And he looks handsome and elegant, I don't know if he has turned on the filter, he always feels that this one in front of him is more special, powerful and gentle.

Gradually, the eye was drawn to the tail behind the snow leopard.

The snow leopard's tail is extremely thick, and the end is even more inflated, like a long cat-teasing stick. Perhaps because of the eating, the tip of the tail is happily tapping on the ground.

The little rabbit's head also clicked up and down.

The white fluff on the tip of the tail is fluffy and looks good in the hand.

Make people ...... I can't help but rub it.

Knead, pinch it.

Hold on, hold on, you have your own tail.

Musha struggled to restrain himself, pressing his paws his tail, exerting all his strength to restrain the urge to strike.

It depends on the owner to touch the tail, and its owner is a big cat that can hunt off the cliff and fall unharmed.

Others are not touched by leaves, but he is not touched by blood, and he is not affected at all before and after hunting.

Damn, thinking like this, I want to touch it even more.

Such a powerful big cat, the hair is shiny, and it must feel good to the touch.

Musa was salivating.

This small area was too crowded and too crowded, and a magpie accidentally landed on the tail of the snow leopard, and its thin paws pressed against the fluffy tail, and all of it fell into it, blocked by the fur.

The magpie just stood for a moment, realized that the soles of his feet were not hard ground, and immediately jumped away.

The whole time, the snow leopard did not react at all.

Musa craned his head and looked around.

These birds had been taught a lesson by the snow leopard, and they did not dare to go to his mouth to grab food, and they all obediently guarded, staring wide-eyed and waiting.

He was surrounded by rice birds waiting intently for food, and he was the only rabbit who was sneaky and looked uneasy and kind.

The undisturbed snow leopard lies on the rock sheep, slowly biting the meat strips, the tail is quietly placed behind, and when it eats happily, the tip of the end will shake happily a few times.

Just a tail is thicker than a rabbit's legs.

Musha retracted his head after reading left and right, making sure he hadn't been noticed.

In this way, don't blame him for not being able to help it.

There are so many animals here, he just touches it, no problem.

Even if the snow leopard finds out that something is wrong, no one can prove that he did it.

"Meow~" I couldn't help it.

Musa received his paws into the pad beforehand, and after carefully checking to make sure it was correct, he lifted his forefoot and put it on the snow leopard's tail, paused, and then tentatively pressed down.

Wow!

The soft touch, the crispy and numb electric current went all the way up the pressed part, and came to the brain to explode a small firework.

Musha narrowed his eyes, and his claws spread comfortably, turning into small plum blossoms.

The snow leopard's tail hair is more than that of the rabbit's, and it is long and dense, soft and dense to the touch.

And the tail is very thick, you can step on it with your feet wantonly, unlike his small tail, which only has a small position, and slides down when you step on it a little off.

The tail under its claws remained motionless, and the courage of the rabbit rose like a campfire swaying in the wind.

He still had a little consciousness, restrained himself, and did not step on the other foot.

With only one foot, gently press it one at a time, and the more you step on it, the more you step on it, the more you snore, and the throat makes a comfortable snoring sound.