Lion King’s Adopted Son

When walking halfway, Jella suddenly felt the fur on the back of her neck tight, and then found herself "flying". Its feet are still moving forward, but its body has left the ground.

"Well? What's wrong with me?" Gela wiped her eyes hard, looking confused and innocent: "Why hasn't the illusion disappear?"

At this time, it heard a long-lost voice from above his head: "After so many days, did you not even know your father came to say hello? Are you really a bad boy, Jella!" It seemed to hear the teeth Voice: "You've all been badly taught by Claire!"

Gela slowly raised her head, tilting her head to look at the source of the sound. Due to the stimulus of the sun, it blinked, and it took a long time to get used to it. Then, in the backlight, it saw the face that was familiar to it again: "Pascal?"

Oh no, how could it see Pascal? You know, every time it has a nightmare, it dreams of Pascal eating it. Now he saw Pascal in the hallucinations, did he go back tonight and have a nightmare again?

... Gela should be grateful that Pascal couldn't hear what he thought, otherwise he would let it make a good nightmare-the live version of the nightmare. However, just because of his unsure attitude now, Pascal has been very upset.

"I haven't seen you in a few days. Do you not even know your father? May I help you to confirm my identity?"

As soon as the words fell, Jella felt a wet barbed tongue licking from her body, combing the hairs on her ears, removing parasites, and then licking her cheeks to make her face full Drool. Jella stiffened and didn't dare to move. Under the extreme tension, it turned back into a little lion with a drowsy head! If this change happened a few days ago, it would be very happy, but now, it is really not happy-it is only a step away from Pascal's sharp teeth.

This way of licking and making hair might be a comfortable bath for the lions, but for Jella, it was a nightmare. On the tip of Pascal's tongue, he was always nervous, worried that he would be rolled into Pascal's big tongue and swallowed into his mouth. Although it's not natural for big cats to let their furs get in the water, Jella takes a wet bath and isn't willing to be cleaned by other lions in this way.

Jella wasn't even sure. Pascal was simply helping to clean his hair, or evaluating whether it was delicious as food. He licked it too carefully, just like tasting its taste. Although Pascal hadn't had time to teach Jella yet, he had given him the harshest punishment unconsciously.

"What's your expression?" Pascal said, looking at Jella's pale face, dissatisfied, "I haven't punished you for not acknowledging your father! You have been wronged first!" Which lion cub is not here? Growing up in the fight? Is his family so petite, is it okay?

"When did you come here?" It took a while before Jella recovered from the rigid state.

"Since yesterday I have been looking for Jem-the black panther you brought here-the entrance said, and it was not until this morning that I successfully entered the tribe. Seeing the prey there Are you there? I also participated in the hunt of the tribe today ... Hey, what's your expression? "

"No, I just feel a little ... surprising." Gerla swallowed the word horror silently, and in some words, it was better not to let Pascal hear it. This lion was annoyingly angry.

"Surprised? You mean, did you never expect to see me here?"

"You know, your appearance was too sudden for us after all ..."

"I thought you knew I would come to you. Have you never thought about this? Don't you believe I will come to you?" Pascal's expression suddenly became somewhat dangerous.

Jella instinctively choked herself, not knowing what to answer to not offend Pascal. It doesn't think how important its reserve grain is to Pascal. It was more willing to believe that Pascal had found it here to bring back his subordinate Claire.

"Well, I fully understand what you think, and the thing you are thinking has been honestly written on your face. Although I don't understand how you think at all? Is your brain circuit different from mine? Is it? "He looked a little manic.

Gela was silent for a moment: "I thought you were looking for Claire."

"Claire? Of course I came to see Claire! But I also came to you! What do you think is the relationship between you and me? I'm your adoptive father! I worry a lot about your safety. When you rushed here bitterly, you even questioned my purpose here. You have no heart or heart!

"..." Jella thought, no matter how she spoke, she seemed strange. Why does it feel like a scumbag in a bitter drama, and Pascal is the wife / girlfriend who has been silently giving but not getting back? He shook his head and threw the idea out of his mind. Too cold, this must be its illusion.

Then again, is it so familiar with Pascal? Is the relationship so good? Fortunately, Pascal knew that Jem had set a trap ahead of him, and still chose to catch up, just to determine whether they were alive and well? It is certain that even his father, Ghana, will not hesitate to abandon it when his safety is endangered. What does Pascal have to do with it? They have no ties of blood, and it is not as useful to Pascal as Claire.

After much deliberation, the connection between it and Pascal is the only time it offends him? For this reason, when it was in the Pascal Lions, Pascal did not report (deceive) to rehabilitate (negative) it.

"You said, you are my adoptive father, I am your adoptive son. But I have been wondering why, at that time, why did you choose me as your adoptive son?"

Pascal wanted to impatiently throw out a sentence, "I want to adopt you as a homeless cub, so much nonsense", but he met Jella's serious eyes, and when the words came to his mouth, he became "I remember, when we first met, you dug a trap for me to jump."

Jella: "... you have a really good memory." I was just stupid when I was about to take the lead in my heart. This guy remembered the holiday between them so clearly, he really came to avenge it.

"My memory is always very good, especially when others let me out, and the memory in my head will become extremely deep."

"Now I fully understand this."

"Understood? You little bastard, now know why I adopted you?"

Gela nodded glumly. Pascal was satisfied. Although Gela's mood was obviously not high, Pascal only thought that it was tired after a day of class, and did not notice the abnormality of his mood at all. Therefore, this miserable misunderstanding deepened.

As one of the hunters, Pascal was rightly involved in the distribution of the prey. The prey he and Claire had allocated was enough to feed them. With these prey, they can even stop hunting in the next few days without having to worry about starvation at all.

"Master Pascal, call Jella, let's take the meat back and skewer it and grill it! I just changed back some spices yesterday, and the stuff is so fragrant on the meat!" Claire delighted. Say. Then she saw the little lion that was corpse in Pascal's arms: "Oh, has Jella finally changed back? In recent days it has not been able to return to the shape of a little lion, and we have been worried about it. This can be It ’s so good that Jella will never be considered an Asian beast again. "

The little lion heard Claire's voice, looked up at her weakly, and lowered his head again. The female man couldn't understand the sadness in her heart.

"Well? Is Jella sick?"

Pascal feared that Claire would contend for the right to raise the cubs on the ground that she would not take care of the cubs, and said quickly, "It's just a little tired."

Creel didn't feel anything wrong with Jella, so she believed Pascal's words.

At this time, the patriarch who had been paying close attention to them came over: "I need to arrange a place for our new resident. Although you and Claire know each other well, since you are male, she is female ... female , Then you guys don't fit together ... oh, what's this? "

Soon, he was also attracted by the young lion in Pascal's arms.

Jella scratched her head and said hello to the patriarch, "Hello, patriarch."

The patriarch looked at the golden fluff in front of him in disbelief: "Are you ... Gela?"

Before Jella had time to answer, Claire preempted: "We told you just now that Jella is a male, not a sub-beast, now you believe it?"

She always felt that the patriarch had not really accepted the difference between these migrants and the people in the tribe. Now, with a living example of Jella in front of him, he can no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb?

"Oh, Jella is a male, one ... a male with mental strength." The patriarch's eyebrows were squinting tightly-his expression was so constant that it was difficult for others to observe from the lines of his facial muscles whether he was happy or not. Unhappy.

"Yes, as you see."

"Okay, okay." The patriarch forced himself to digest this fact: "Then it can no longer enjoy the preferential treatment that our tribe gives to the Asian beasts, its food can only be obtained from its parents. Of course, it still has to go Take the Asian Beast's mental power course, which we said earlier. "

"Of course." Claire agreed without hesitation.

In fact, after knowing that the extra fruits and vegetables that Gera had obtained were actually part of the sub-beast, Claire and Gera returned those things intact every day. She is not incapable of raising children, and cannot afford to take advantage of others.

As for Jella, she was relieved to learn that she no longer had the "privilege". Finally no one will force it to eat vegetables!

"Let's go back to the original topic." The patriarch told Pascal: "You can't live with Claire, the elders in the tribe arrange you to live in a hole in the east. Considering that Jella is your adoptive son, I You have to ask, does it live with you, or does it continue with Claire? "

"Of course follow me!" Pascal said.

"Excuse me, would you take care of the cubs, Master Pascal?" Claire would not hesitate to say: "Gela is used to my company. If you are good for it, it is best to let it stay with me. . "

"Follow you and let you raise it like a female? I have always trusted you before I came here, but I have to say, you are so disappointing to me, Claire." Pascal moved out Gela was misunderstood as a matter of Asian Beasts, and Cleighton dumbed her voice. She felt guilty about it and could not refute Pascal.

"It's so decided, Jella will live with me in the future." Finally, he won the "guardianship" of Jella. Pascal was in a very good mood. He said "extraordinarily": "You will miss Jella in the future." You can come and see it at any time. Of course, I hope you can control the time so that my son does not learn bad things from you. "

Claire nodded, selectively ignoring Pascal's last sentence: "Yes, I need to supervise you so that you don't raise your pups in an inappropriate way. Then, little Jella, you will follow Master Pascal, please, if he bullies you, come to me. "Kryle didn't notice, her tone was like a mother was telling her daughter to marry. Her nerves had never been thin enough, and she hadn't noticed Jella's small eyes for help.

The sos call for help failed. It's not that we didn't work hard enough, but that the signal receiving end responded too slowly.

Jella could only lower her head and accepted the fact that she was about to be educated by Pascal Iron and Blood.

In an instant, it was time to worship the gods. The thick snow couldn't resist the tribe's devotion to the gods.

The orc tribe believes in the beast god, and Gela noticed that on this day, the orcs did not hunt, but cleaned the snow in front of their house early, and then hung the totem in front of their door. That totem is a strange-looking animal. It is said that it is a mount of the beast god.

Orc tribes are located in remote corners, and their supplies are very limited. Their sacrifice scale cannot be compared with the sacrifice scale in the three major cities. But when the totem was hung on the top of the pole and fluttered in the wind, people's mouths hummed ancient songs of unknown meaning, and the outsiders were easily immersed in the atmosphere of their weaving.

Everyone spontaneously gathered towards the altar in the middle of the tribe holding the offerings. Gela and the others walked along with the army and witnessed the whole process with their own eyes.

"It's the first time I've participated in such a sacrifice," Gela whispered to Claire. There were so many people here, and Gela was low, and for convenience, Claire lifted Gela to her shoulders and let it sit. Pascal, who was experiencing low pressure, was ignored by the two together.

"Me too. Although the people in the city used to worship Bramandini every year, when I was old enough to qualify to worship Brahman, I already followed Lord Pascal left Florville. When I was young, I thought about the sacrifices of the God of Bula ... "Unlike the atheist Gela, Claire is a faithful believer of the God Bula. She didn't worship the **** she believed in, she looked very sorry.

"There will be a chance to worship the **** in the future." Comforting people has not always been a good job for Jella, but it doesn't want to see Claire who is good to herself.

"I know." Claire watched Jella comfort her like a little grown-up, warm in her heart, and soon revealed her signature hearty smile: "Although I regret that I have not been able to worship Bula so far God, but I have no regrets at all to leave Florville. The Lord of the Celeste is so bad that someone must come to clean him up! One day, we will return like heroes, and Lord Pascal promised I, at that time, will make me a sacrific to the God of Bra. Wow! This sounds great, doesn't it? "

Gela looked at Claire, who was soon out of the low mood, and felt that she didn't need to comfort the girl at all. Her ability to self-regulate is so strong that she is ashamed. However, she was glad to see that there was no hazy smile on Claire's face. It followed with a smile, and slowly, its face wrinkled again.

Somehow, it always felt that someone was staring at it behind it, and there was more than one pair. This makes it feel weird. It's not the only beast that has been jacked up by its parents. In principle, no one should pay special attention to it! Jella was confused. It's a pity that its current position makes it impossible to turn it around to find out.

Pascal, who was forgotten by the two, looked at the "mother-kindness and filial piety" of the two, and his grievances were almost full. Obviously he should be one of the protagonists? Claire, this indifferent guy, he must teach her what to call her respectful superiors someday! And Jella! He hasn't been able to learn how to respect his dad's dependence on his dad for so many days. It seems that the method he used is still too gentle, and when he returns to the nest to see how he adjusts-teach this bad boy

On the other side, the patriarch stared at Jella on Claire's shoulder. He didn't understand why Claire was so good to this little cub, obviously it wasn't her cub. The patriarch found that he didn't like Claire to be close to anyone at all, even if the other person was just a little cub, it would make him uncomfortable.

Covering his heart that beats too fast, the patriarch thought dumbly, is he sick?

He retracted his gaze, and did not dare to look in the direction of Claire any more, and collided with Pascal's gaze in midair. They both made a "hum" from their noses, so don't look over your head anytime soon.