Transmigration:Evil BOSS, bad to the core!

Except for the elder, the other elders all doubted the feasibility of the plan.

"Is that ok? Lions are so fierce. Can they really control them with just a few stones? " The two elders looked at Gus suspiciously and asked.

"Yes, if stones can kill those people, then we can directly unify the whole animal kingdom with these stones in the future?" The three elders immediately agreed.

Gus frowned slightly, and his anger was still in his chest.

The elder coughed up softly, "why isn't it human? Third, don't you forget that you wrestled before and your forehead was smashed by stones? Also, second, before you start to fight, you start to develop other people's ambition. When you really go to the battlefield, don't be the first to surrender. "

The elder's words made the other two elders turn white instantly, and then they were full of embarrassment.

Gus looked at the elder and said faintly, "since the elder agrees with my plan, let's deploy it according to this plan. Before this afternoon, everything must be in place. I will lead the search in the afternoon, hoping to catch those lions before night!"

The elder nodded slightly, "OK, I'll arrange it."

Gus was a little surprised by the cooperation of the elder. When he returned to the cave, he said something to miran'er.

"Now he must be gradually relieved of you, but he must still be very confused about the cause of your father's death. In the past, he must have been your father's right-hand man, right?" Miran'er was drawing a topographic map, marking several points on it, and preparing to take these points as key fortification sites.

Gus nodded, "well... The white wolves will build a tribe in this good place. It's all up to their generation. Now, if they can't guard it, our generation is too stupid."

What Gus said made miran'er feel a little serious.

He gave a quick laugh and said, "don't say that. Huaibi is guilty. If you occupy a good place, you will surely be envied. A hostile camp is OK. If there are too many hostile camps, it's normal that you can't keep them, isn't it?"

After finishing the painting, miran'er threw away the stone and came to Gus. With some mystery on his face, he asked in a low voice, "ah, when are you going to tell the cause of your father's death? Or in your opinion, we are not familiar enough to share this secret? "

Gus's eyes were clear and moist. His pupils were so clear that he could see them to the end without any disguise.

Gus's heart line was broken a little bit.

"Not really..." he shook his head, denied what mi Ran'er had said, and his thin lips sipped slightly.

"What happened then? Can you hide this matter for so many years, or do you want to protect the murderer who killed your father wolf? " Miran'er's voice was getting lower and lower, and she was getting closer and closer to Gus.

Hearing the words "protect the murderer", Gus's pupils trembled.

Mi Ran'er caught this point and instantly understood that he was right in the direction of his conjecture.

She held out her little hand, took Gus's big hand, and scratched it gently.

"Gus, aren't you tired of keeping this secret? Now that we are husband and wife, we are intimate people who can share this heavy topic. What else can't be said? "