Lion King’s Adopted Son

A gust of wind passed, and the thick grass was blown to the side.

On the grassland, several lionesses are quietly approaching the gazelle drinking water by the river. This is their target today. They condense their footsteps, approached their prey quietly under the cover of the grass, and suddenly launched an offensive less than two meters from the single adult gazelle.

Soon, the gazelle fell unwillingly into a pool of blood. The lionesses put their front paws on the gazelle's body and made a long tweet, calling the male lion and his children to come to eat.

The lion Ghana is a strong and sturdy lion, and his brother Ryan is a well-deserved ruler in this group of nine lionesses. When they came to the prey, Ghana and Ryan unceremoniously enjoyed the prey, chewing on the gazelle still fresh blood, while the lionesses stood beside them, waiting quietly for the two male lions After eating, just go and enjoy your own. By the time of the little lions' turn, there was not much prey left.

At this time, the strong and older little lions swarmed up, and directly and arrogantly pushed their weaker brothers and sisters to one side, chewing at their prey, not even leaving dregs to their siblings. A young lion rushed to his brother's feet unwillingly, trying to stop him from eating alone, and to get some benefits for himself, but his brother opened his paw without hesitation, and even saw the lion mother This scene did not say much.

The lions, Ghana and Ryan, were full, swaying leisurely on their own territory, and patrolling their own territories like a pampered king. The lionesses are responsible for hunting and breeding, and the male lions are responsible for defending the territory and defeating them when there are intruders. The division of the lion group has always been this way.

In a grass not far from the lions, a small yellow fluffy head was suddenly found, and pointed ears were raised. A pair of round tan eyes were staring alertly around him, and he looked around. Now, I move my ears from time to time, and I don't want to let go of even a trace of wind.

Gela is also a young lion in the Ghana and Lion lions, but it does not enjoy the treatment of other young lions. Gela's mother, Lily, is not a lioness of this lion group, but an alien lioness. No one knows where she came from, but she is indeed very different from the lionesses of the Ghana and Lion lions. Because she had no relationship with other lionesses in the lion group, Lily was once excluded. Fortunately, her hunting ability is very strong, and Ghana likes her. Although other lionesses are reluctant, they accept Lily for the increasingly abundant food.

Soon, Lily became pregnant. Unlike other lionesses who gave birth to two to five cubs, Lily gave birth to only one cub, named Jella. Today, Jella has been born for three years. According to the age of a lion, it should already be considered an adult, but it is still a skinny little girl who has not grown up. Even her six-month sister looks better than It's stronger. Lily is different, Jella is a full freak. Because of this, the mother and the child were once again rejected by the lions, and even Ghana began to sacrifice Lily, no longer the favor of the past.

Despite the lack of lions, Lily's hunting ability is still there. Even if she was feeding alone from the lions, she was able to feed her and her children. With Lily, Jella couldn't be hungry. Jella never had to worry about food until she was two and a half years old. The good times didn't last long. In the course of a fight against rhinos, because the other lionesses in the lion group failed to cooperate with Lily, Lily was surrounded by three adult male rhinos, and his belly was broken in the breakout.

Lily is dead. Having lost her mother's refuge, Jella, who was unable to survive alone, quickly followed her mother, and at this time, a person who unfortunately caught up with the tide and wore it to Jella, who had just died. People who used to work in the office now have to travel around for their livelihood, and carefully follow the lions every day, hoping to pick up leaks. It is not glorious to eat leftovers from others, but in order to survive, everything is tolerable.

Gella knew that the Ghanaian lion was definitely not welcome. The lionesses cannot eat enough of their own children. Who would want a lion with no blood to **** food from their own children? What's more, if you don't look at its appearance, at the age of three, it is enough for Ghana and Lane to kick it out of the lions for self-reliance. But judging by Jella's small body and monk's immature little paws, if he was expelled from the lions, it might not be long before it would become a good meal for hyenas. Although Ghana did not like Gela, he did not mean to let his children deliberately leave the lions to die. For Jella's power of the lions to protect himself from other creatures, and from time to time, he followed the lions. Picking up the leak, he opened one eye and closed the other.

However, some lionesses felt the little tails behind them, and began to whisper: "Look, the little one who has grown up has followed him again. He is three years old, but he does not have sharp teeth and claws, nor can he hunt. I don't know when we will raise it! "

"Dear sister, just say a few words and say how it is also a child of Ghana." Another lioness licked her paw and said lazily: "Unless Ghana speaks, I want it to be follow us."

The Ghana Lions finished their meal and left slowly. Jella was holding the pile of broken bones not far away, knowing that it would not be ready today. The scent of the lions is constantly gone, but the **** smell has not disappeared. Gela left the place cautiously along the grass, and soon after, some animals attracted by the **** smell should come to try their luck. Now, even a jackal can easily defeat Jella.

Gela's small claws weren't very sharp, not much better than kittens' claws. It's still very difficult to get it to hunt on its own. Based on the survival experience for nearly half a year since crossing, Gela has selected an area where the hare often moves, and set up a pit with his front paws. Because the strength was not well controlled, a piece of soil was smashed on Jella's small head, and Jella shook her head before shaking the soil. Now, he looks ashen-faced, no different from a cat.

After scratching his head with his front paw, Jella lay on the ground again and continued to dig.

Dig a trap on the ground, and sprinkle soft soil and grass on the trap to make this land look no different from other land. It lures the unsuspecting bunny into the trap. Often done. In addition, Jella clumsily clumped a few straw knots next to the trap. If the rabbits did not pass through its trap, but walked on the road where the knot was, they would trip over it.

After doing all this, Jella stood in the headwind, carefully hiding her breath. With that little wisdom that once belonged to humans, Jella barely fed herself during this time. Today, however, Gela's good fortune seems to have come to an end.

Five rabbits, a total of five rabbits passed the traps laid by Jella, but none fell into the net under Jellab.

"Oh, look, that horrible stinky lion is here again! The last time my neighbor Ace died in its hands! I really don't understand. Couldn't the food hunted by the lions still stop it? It ’s a mouth? Why does it always come to stare at us, oh my god, I hope it was taken away by the hyena earlier! It is a wicked asshole!

"There is a lion here, and even a young lion is enough to disturb me-will its lions be nearby?" The mother rabbit with her baby looked worried.

"Come on! If it can follow the group of lions, it still needs to keep an eye on us! In my opinion, 80% of the group of lions was abandoned by him." Grandpa Huangtu narrowed his old eyes, not at all Conceal your glee.

"Oh, it's a pitiful unlucky egg!" Mr Gray Rabbit said with no sincerity: "However, I would rather it be taken away by hounds earlier or trampled by elephants!"

"So, won't there be an adult lion nearby?"

"Of course."

"My dear, look at you, what's that?"

Just then, the wind changed. A few rabbits felt a dangerous breath with endless blood and violence. They suddenly shrank their necks and stopped their movements.

"Oh no--an adult male lion!"

The rabbits turned quickly, ran towards the opposite direction, and stopped paying attention to Jella, who was cursed by them. Gela, who was left behind them, stared dumbly at the majestic adult male lion striding aggressively in front of him, then stepped into the trap he dug, and his right half sunk because he lost his balance.

This is an adult male lion with brown bristles. The muscular limbs and majestic body look full of strength, and it is not inferior to Ghana and Lane. At this moment he made a furious angry roar, which was sharper than the whistle of a car near him. Jella raised his hair and stood up, covering himself with his two front paws. Ears.

When this male lion locked his bloodthirsty gaze on Gela, Gela seemed to see the smile of death, his scalp tingling, and a trembling sensation that would explode his tail.

The trap that Jella dug may be deep enough for the hare, but for an adult male lion, it is only a matter of time to get rid of it. Once the lion gets out of the trap, he is finished! Jella simply threw the unused grass around him to the male lion, tripped the male lion, and found a tree of sufficient size near him, turning into a two or three year old child Go up.

This is a secret that belongs to Gela. Among his Ghanaian and Lion lions, only he and the deceased Lily have the ability to become humans. I don't know if it was because of this reason that he grew abnormally slowly. Now, except that the ears and tail can't be changed, Jella looks completely the same as a human child.

As Jella climbed up the tree, the angry lion had used his brute force to break away from the trouble that Jella caused him, and rushed quickly under the tree. He held his head high, as if trying to bite Jella. There was no time to close his tail to knock him down the tree. Jella scared the tip of her tail upwards and crawled up the tree in despair. God knew how fast he could do this with his little arms and calves. In retrospect, Jella herself couldn't believe it.

After climbing to the tree shark bifurcation, Jella was relieved. Only then did it notice that it had left the territory of the Ghanaian Lions. If nothing else, this should be the immediate neighbour of the Ghanaian Lions, the domain of the Pascal Lions. In Jella's distant and vague memories, the Pascal lions are not easy to mess with, because it is said that Pascal, who came from the other side of the river, had fought with the two Ghanaian brothers for the current territory. Eventually, the Pascal Lions eroded more than half of the territory of the Ghana Lions.

Gela listened to the depressing roar from the lion in his ear, and a sense of fear gradually came to mind.

The male lion it sins against is Pascal?

If even Ghana and Lane had been defeated by this lion's men, I am afraid no one can save it from the lion's anger.

Jella touched her belly and lay straight on the tree. Its life, no, why is Shisheng so uncomfortable? I have not yet enjoyed the majestic response of being a lion king, so I am buried here.

And, it's really hungry.

Pascal kept lingering under the tree, and Jella couldn't leave. At this point it hadn't eaten for two days, and the little belly made a sound of protest. The wind in the night was a little bit cold. It didn't take long for Gela to climb up the tree, and she returned to the shape of a lion. In order to reduce the energy consumption, she curled up and almost made herself into a ball.

Pascal looked at the puff of small fur **** on the tree, and his anger was mostly gone.

At this moment, a passing rabbit was caught by Pascal, and the sharp claws of the lion turned the rabbit to his stomach. A seductive scent came from under the tree, and Jella couldn't help but sniff her nose. Such a bunny is undoubtedly not enough for adult male lions, but for Jella, it is a rich meal. For a moment, Jella almost wanted to rush down the tree and **** the hare. But when facing the pair of dangerous golden eyes under the tree, Jella withered again, scratching her head and retracting the just-released front paw.

I wonder if it was an illusion. The lion under the tree saw Jella's appearance and showed a very funny expression. He stood up and stepped back. Soon, Jella couldn't smell the lion. But Jella knew that the abominable lion must not have gone far. It is not difficult for an experienced lion to use the wind direction to temporarily hide his scent. Does this male lion think it is a fool who will be fooled whenever he has bait?

I don't know how long it has passed, the **** smell has always stimulated Jella's taste buds, and the lion has never returned. Jella was itching to tears by countless little bugs. Although knowing that it is not a good idea to descend from the tree now, the ubiquitous hunger smashed it, and at the same time, the luck that the lion had left has flourished in his heart.

Regardless, go on like this, it will starve to death before being torn by that lion. If that hare is just a trap, then it recognizes it, and even if it is going to die, it must be a full-bodied ghost.

The cub slammed down the tree. It first looked around vigilantly and found that there was no movement around it, and then arched the hare tentatively with its nose. After confirming that there was no abnormal condition, it quickly swooped up. Stuttered. After snarling the hare, it licked its mouth and squinted a happy smile. Later, along the border line, the small thing carefully returned to the territory of Ghana and Lion Lions.

Looking at the little figure that was going away, the lion's golden eyes showed a thoughtful look.