Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 42 Accidentally, the little milk tiger became obedient
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Yun Buliu didn't know that in front of the little milk tiger, he easily killed the big goose, carried it to disembowel it, stripped its skin to remove the dirt, and returned with bloody goose meat and goose fur... The bloody scene had such an impact on the little milk tiger!
So at this time, how could the little milk tiger dare to play wild in front of him?

Unintentionally, Yun Buliu gave the little guy a lesson of 'killing geese to warn the tiger', which impressed the little milk tiger very deeply, and instantly became well-behaved.

It's like a child who lives under the fence sees the host's anger, and he doesn't dare to vent his anger.

Of course, Yun Buliu didn't know.

Even if you know it, you probably won't have any worries.

After all, in the future, it has to be taught how to hunt and how to live in this mountain forest.

At that time, how can there not be bloody killings?

What is this psychological shadow afraid of?
But that big forest was already occupied by that black tiger, if he didn't help the little milk tiger kill that black tiger in the future, this little milk tiger would definitely not be able to defeat that black tiger.

It is estimated that its fate will not be much different from that of its parents.

After the morning exercise, Yun Buliu greeted the little furball, and then the little furball jumped down from the roof of the building, and slapped him directly amidst the buzzing sound.

Under the terrified eyes of the little milk tiger, Yun Buliu fell to the ground with an electric arc, his whole body twitching.

It took a long time before he recovered, got up and sat on the ground panting.

At this time, the little milk tiger looked at the little hairball with a hint of fear.

This seems to be another extremely vivid lesson of "electric man scaring the tiger".

After panting and sweating stopped, Yun Buliu got up to take a shower.

By the way, he hugged the shivering little milk tiger and washed the blood off his body.

It still has its mother's blood in it.

But there is no such thing as soap or shower gel, and the blood stained on its fur can't be washed off, and the fur has dark brown patches in many places.

The little milk tiger is very well-behaved, and he didn't struggle, but his small body was shaking a little bit.

After washing it, he rubbed it with rabbit fur and put it out on the patio to bask in the sun.

Only then did he notice that this little milk tiger looked a little different from its mother.

The main reason is that the color of the fur is not the same. Although its mother has white fur on her abdomen, she also has black stripes, but there is no black stripe on the belly of this little milk tiger.

The few dark brown spots I saw last night were actually caused by those tiger blood.Now wash away most of the dried blood, and you can easily find the difference.

Its back is golden yellow, its belly is pure white, and its ribs are orange. Although it has black stripes, it is more slender.

At this moment, it looks more like a big orange cat.The fur of its parents is obviously not much different from that of a normal tiger, but there is a big difference between it and its parents.

After placing it on the terrace, he went back to the gate of the small bamboo building to add firewood to the earthen stove.

Then start cooking salt in other clay pots.

The stewed goose meat was actually not that fast. When the smell of goose meat wafted out of the clay pot, half a day had passed, and he almost boiled most of the filtered salt water dry.

When Yun Buliu lifted the lid of the clay pot, he saw the little fur ball slipping down from the roof of the building as fast as lightning, and then rushed into the cave, carrying the clay pot it usually used, ran to squat in front of him.

The guy was right about the food, and that was amazingly punctual.

But the little white snake didn't sneak out today to ask him for meat. It is estimated that the tiger meat it ate last night can allow it to digest for a while longer.

Finally, breakfast and lunch began.

He gave the little furball a goose leg and added some soup to it.

Then he tore off a few pieces of goose meat from another goose leg, put them in a bamboo bowl, pressed them against the wall of the bowl with his fingers, and ground them into minced meat, then added some broth, and put them in front of the little milk tiger.

The little milk tiger circled the bamboo bowl twice, stretched out its small head to test it a few times, but was blocked by the heat in the bamboo bowl, and the whiskers around its mouth trembled in anxiety.

It looked at Yun Buliu anxiously, opened its mouth and called out, and Yun Buliu pointed to the little fur ball.

The little milk tiger looked at the little furball cleverly, and saw that the little furball was lying on the ground, pursing its mouth and blowing air into the clay pot, and the hot air drifted out as it blew out.

Seeing this, the little milk tiger also got down on the ground, pursing its tiger's mouth and snorting.

But obviously, both it and the little fur ball belong to the cat's mouth, and it is difficult to pout as clearly as a human being. When blowing air, it also feels a bit like a bellows when the air leaks.

But also because of this, in Yun Buliu's view, their actions actually have a kind of silly and cute feeling.

After being silly for a while, he sprinkled some salt into the clay pot and began to nibble on the goose.

After breakfast and lunch, he put a piece of rabbit skin in the cleaned bamboo basket, picked up the little milk tiger and put it in the bamboo basket.Then he picked up the skin bag containing the short spear and went out to go up the mountain.

The little fur ball babbled, like a flash of lightning, stood on his shoulder, and then poked its head into the bamboo basket.

The little milk tiger in the bamboo basket saw the little fur ball outside the basket, and lay down under the basket and shivered again.

Passing by the big earthen bunker where the little milk tiger's mother was buried, Yun Buliu stopped, took the little milk tiger out of the bamboo basket, and said to the big earthen bag, "Did you see? Your baby is healthy, you Rest in peace! If it can understand what I say in the future, I will ask it to come here to accompany you more."

After speaking, he picked up the dazed little milk tiger, put it back in the bamboo basket, and started on the road again.

Through the woods, came the wilderness.

The little milk tiger seemed to smell a familiar smell, and seeing that the little fur ball didn't pay attention to it anymore, it also struggled hard in the bamboo basket, and climbed up the other shoulder of Yunbuliu along the bamboo basket.

It stared blankly at the animals licking the soil leisurely in the wilderness, watched him lift it off his shoulders, untie the bamboo basket, and pull out the short spear from the leather pouch.

woo woo...

The short spear whizzed through the sky, and was [-] meters away in an instant.

When the black bison licking the salt mine in the ground heard the sound and raised their heads to identify what it was, the short spear had already pierced into the neck of one of the bulls and passed through the other end of the neck. , pierced the ground, showing the strength of the force.

Among the few bison, three were cows with bulging bellies. Obviously, these cows already had calves in their stomachs, so it was difficult for Yun Buliu to attack them.

The bull was shot through the neck by his spear, and its strong body staggered and fell directly to the ground. It struggled to stand up, but the hole in the neck was bleeding.

As a result, before running a few meters, its cumbersome body fell to the ground again.

Its companions were frightened and ran straight into the forest.

The felled bull was still breathing, it was gasping for breath, the blood gradually soaked the soil under it, its huge eyes looked at the sky helplessly, as if it still didn't understand what happened.

Yun Buliu walked over with a short spear in his hand, the pair of pitch-black bull eyes looked at him, and there was a feeble 'moo moo' in his mouth, and he didn't know if he was scolding him.

He untied the golden-patterned tiger teeth from his waist, squatted down, held a bull's horn with his big hand, and stabbed it into the cow's neck. A fountain of blood gushed out, directly ending its life.

Yun Buliu exhaled, stood up and went to pull out the short spear stuck on the ground.

Roar……

A roar of a tiger came from not far away.

He looked up and saw a big black tiger on the edge of the forest, staring at him silently, as if warning him.

Yun Buliu gritted his teeth, grinned at it, and threw a spear with his hand.

woo woo...

(End of this chapter)