The vast lion park, said to be a garden, is actually an endless green grassland. Dwarf bushes are scattered on the prairie, and sparse woods can still be seen in the distance. A tall white stone wall surrounded this vast grassland, and no one could enter it without the permission of the king.
A burly male lion was lying under a tall palm tree, with its front paws crossed, its huge head resting lazily on its front paws, and its thick mane was shaking like waves in the blowing wind.
Suddenly, its ears moved, and its head, which was lying on its paws, lifted up and looked in a certain direction.
When it saw the person coming, it stood up, strode with its sturdy limbs, walked slowly to the person's side, and swung its tail at the person as a greeting. Then, the pair of copper bells stared behind the man with big eyes.
There was a child hiding behind the man, huddled behind the man's thigh, two small hands tightly grasping the hem of the man's clothes.
Seeing that the big lion bypassed Camos, the huge head lowered towards him, and Garlan was so frightened that he hid behind Camos.
Does this big lion think he's delicious, so he keeps putting his head together
Garlan thought so in horror, the big head of the lion, who was only going to smell the smell of his own cub, was slapped and pushed to the other side.
Then, as soon as he was light, he was picked up by Camos.
King Camos put his arms around his little brother, thinking about how his little brother was scared and hid behind his legs and grabbed the hem of his clothes with his little hands. He just thought it was too cute, and rubbed the child's softness. hair, I feel like my heart is about to turn into a puddle of water.
With one arm around Garlan, he snapped the other hand and patted the big lion that was spinning around him and wanted to look up and sniff Garlan.
"Don't bully him."
He slapped the big lion heavily, so to speak.
The big lion purred, grinned at Camos, and expressed his dissatisfaction, then shook his head and walked away arrogantly.
It walked slowly back to the palm tree, lay down again, basking in the warm sunshine, and continued to doze lazily.
King Camos hugged his little brother and came to a large greenhouse not far away.
He opened the curtain and went in. The maids and servants inside were already on their knees, prostrate on the ground, bowing their heads to welcome him.
Garlan glanced at it, most of the huge greenhouse was full of green plants, and a quarter was an artificial small pool. Then, he saw four little milk lions biting into a ball in the shallow little pool, rolling around, making water splash.
After ordering the simple and rude king order of 'let them fight, and the last standing person will bring it', King Camos didn't bother to waste time there. The fighting between these children seemed to him to be playful. Like, who is interested in watching children play the house
So he unceremoniously put aside those little guys who were about to fight to the death in the arena, and brought his little brother to the Lion Park to play.
He nodded casually to the servant who was kneeling on the ground, and then carried Garlan to the small pool with very shallow water.
Garlan looked down at the little milk lions rolling in the small pool, thinking to himself, in such shallow water, I am afraid that these naughty little lion cubs will drown inadvertently.
Just as he was staring at the little milk lions, one of the little milk lions who had just bit the hair on his companion's head raised his head, his amber eyes fixed on Garlan, and he was immediately excited. With a whimper, he slammed away the brother who wanted to bite him back, strode four short legs, stepped on the shallow water, and ran towards Garlan.
It ran to King Camos, only to find that Garlan was being held by Camos, and he couldn't reach it, so the whole lion was a little stunned, and turned his head around Camos several times.
Probably thinking it was useless to turn in circles, it snorted, straightened its small body, and hooked its claws on Camos' black boots, scratching the ground, looking like it wanted to climb up. But the boot was rubbed so smooth by the king's servants that it climbed up and then fell down with a clatter, and its small round body turned a somersault on the ground.
The little milk lion that fell down stopped crawling. It sat on the ground and stared eagerly at Garlan in the air, looking very aggrieved, and whimpered at Garlan with a milky voice.
King Camos laughed out loud, he put Gallan on the ground, and the little lion immediately got up again excitedly, and ran to Gallan's feet.
Those fleshy little claws slammed, just like the first time they met, they hugged Garlan's ankle and didn't let go.
Garland: "..."
Is this stupid cute guy who only sells cuteness really the mighty lion that will make people feel fearful in the future
No, the lions in his impression must be his brothers, not him!
Camos rubbed his head and said with a smile.
"It likes you."
But I hate it.
Garlan's mouth twitched and he looked down at the little milk lion hugging his ankle.
"… what is it called?"
King Camos touched the stubble on his chin.
These little milk lions were born less than a month ago, and he was a little busy during this time, so he hadn't had time to name them.
He said, "You got one for it?"
"Huh? But..."
Garlan crouched down and rubbed the little lion.
The little guy snorted and turned over, exposing his belly towards him. Looking at the chubby little belly, Garlan couldn't help but stretched out his fingers and poked it. Watching the little hairball twist and poke again.
King Camos laughed.
"The little guy hates me, and I'm afraid I don't like my name for it," he said. "Don't worry, take your time, we have a long time before this little guy grows up."
He said that with a smile in his eyes, looking at Garlan, who was squatting on the ground and poking at the belly of the little milk lion.
"King Camos."
Someone came hurriedly, a young minister holding three or four rolls of parchment.
"There is an emergency report in Vinal City, the flood season of the river next to it suddenly came early, and there was a flood!"
Camos frowned, stretched out his hand, grabbed the scroll handed over by the other party, and unfolded it.
While watching, he kept asking the courtier some questions. The young courtier obviously knew a lot about the matter and answered any questions he had.
So, one king and one minister stood in the same place and started talking. When they were talking, the room was very quiet, and the maids who took care of the little lion kept their heads down and stayed silently, daring not to disturb King Camos' conversation.
Garland had already stood up and listened for a while beside him. When he turned his head, he suddenly saw a small brown tail tip on the window not far away.
The next second, the tip of the tail disappeared out of the window in a swish.
Garlan bowed his head, and sure enough, the little milk lion who had been rolling at his feet the moment before had disappeared.
... It seems to be a runaway criminal.
Garlan thought to himself and turned to look at King Camos. King Camos was still looking at the rolls of parchment carefully, and kept talking to his courtiers, not paying attention at all.
He thought about it for a while, didn't say hello, and ran out quickly.
As soon as he went out, in the right corner, he saw that the brown hairball had burrowed into the bushes, and he quickly chased after it.
If you don't chase this little guy back, the maids in the conservatory will be screaming again.
The little hairball slipped very quickly, and Garlan opened his mouth to call it back, but only when he opened his mouth did he remember that this little guy didn't have a name yet, so he couldn't call it back, so he could only chase after him.
Unconsciously chasing far away, the little hairball disappeared without a trace. Only then did Garlan realize that he seemed to have been brought back to the training ground by the little lion.
He suddenly guessed why the little lion sneaked here... He remembered that the servants of King Camos had roasted meat here not long before he left.
The little lion probably smelled the aroma of barbecue coming over.
In addition to being stupid, this little guy is also a glutton.
Garlan thought angrily and walked towards the training ground. As soon as you turn a corner, there is a steep stone step, and the flowing water on one side flows down between the stones, like a small waterfall.
He lifted his feet and climbed up, because this was part of the garden play, and for fun, the stone steps were narrow and small, made of uneven rubble. Moreover, the height of each step is too high. If it is okay for adults, it will be more difficult for children to climb.
Looking at his small arms and calves, Garlan shook his head helplessly, then opened his calves and began to climb upwards with difficulty.
He had just climbed halfway, and when he was in the middle of the stone steps, a person came under the stone steps.
The four of them, including Heimos, had already received a notice from Xie Muer that the four of them would enter the arena in the afternoon to fight, and the final winner would be brought to King Camos.
He had just had lunch, and he was taking a walk here, digesting food, and relaxing.
As a result, at a corner, he saw a familiar little figure crawling up the narrow stone steps in front of him. The movement seemed a little laborious, and the little arms and legs moved, and it looked a little clumsy.
Looking at the little back, Heimos couldn't help but smile.
He opened his mouth, intending to call out the child.
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared at the top of the stone steps.
Before Heimos could make a sound, the black shadow suddenly swooped down from the top and hit Garlan halfway up the mountain.
Garlan was struggling to climb the narrow and steep stone steps when suddenly there was an ooh from above. He looked up and saw the little milk lion with a small lump of uneven meat appearing at the top of the steps. superior.
Sure enough, this glutton!
He thought bitterly.
Seeing Gallan's little milk lion seemed very excited, the little tail flicked a few times, and the meat he was holding also fell to the ground.
Then, the little guy arched his body and bent his limbs—
Second Olympic! do not!
Before Garlan could shout these words, the excited little lion swooped down from the high top with a puff, swooped over, and slammed into him heavily.
Although the small hairball is small, Garland is also small, and the ground is originally uneven gravel, and the narrow stone steps make it unstable to stand.
The little lion jumped down from above with an impetus, knocking Garlan back and staggering, and rolled down the stone steps.
He subconsciously hugged his head, only to feel that the world was spinning, and the whole person tumbled several times.
However, when he was about to fall heavily under the stone steps, one hand stretched out and hugged him.
The boy who rushed up to catch him was not much older than him, and was knocked out heavily, and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.
After stopping, Heimos quickly turned over and sat up, his eyes swept over the child in his arms.
The child's white and tender arms and legs were all bruised and purple at the moment, and there were many small scratches, which seemed to be hit hard.
Heimos knew that it was just a trauma, it was okay, he looked nervously at a bruise on the side of the unconscious child's forehead, and whispered Garlan's name.
The little lion also screamed and ran over, probably knowing that he was in trouble.
…
… … … …
Conscious trance...
The body was very hot, like a fire, almost drying out the blood in his entire body.
He was lying weakly, his breath was weak, he had no strength in his body, and he couldn't even lift a finger.
He opened his eyes slightly, and all he could see was the man's face.
The man's supposedly handsome face always carried a cold and evil meaning that was inexplicable.
The golden red eyes, like the raised pupils of a king cobra, make one's back chill at a glance.
At this moment, those terrifying eyes were staring at him.
A hand reached out, squeezed his cheek forcibly, and squeezed his mouth open.
The man stared at him with cold eyes, and poured poisonous water with a strong medicinal smell into his mouth.
He desperately grabbed the man's hand that was holding his cheek, but his weak strength allowed him to only leave scratches on the man's strong wrist.
The poisonous water poured into his mouth, blocking his throat and choking into his windpipe.
The inside of the body, which had been ravaged by the poisonous water, was in severe pain like a fire.
He was in pain all over his body, and the pain was so severe that tears welled up in his eyes.
He opened his eyes and took his last breath.
The last thing I saw was the pair of golden-red pupils that were cold and chilling.
…
His head hurt so badly, and his consciousness was a little dazed. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw at a glance were those golden red eyes looking down at him from above.
The man's hand squeezed his cheek, as if he was about to pour poison into him in the next second—
The cold hairs on Garlan's body suddenly stood up at this moment.
He had just woken up from a dream in the past, his mind was blank.
Without thinking about it, he raised his hand who thought he was still in a dream—
with a snap.
Garlan slapped the face, almost exhausting his strength, and slapped the face above him heavily.
Then, without waiting for the other party to react, he suddenly pushed the man away and stood up by himself.
He stood, panting violently, staring straight at Heimos.
His hands hanging by his side were clenched tightly, and the palm of his right hand felt numb and painful because the slap was too hard.
"What are you doing?!"
A voice sounded loudly and suddenly inserted from the side.
That voice woke Garlan suddenly.
He reacted and looked at Heimos, who was obviously still a teenager, standing opposite, and then saw Xie Muer who hurried over.
Oops.
He thought a little dumbfounded.
Accidentally confused with the previous memory of the dream.
He looked at Heimos, whose cheeks were slightly red, and opened his mouth, wanting to apologize.
However, before he could say anything, Xie Muer, who came over, interrupted him.
"Heimos, the time is up, come with me right away."
Xie Mu'er glanced at Garlan, then looked at the little lion that was spinning around Garlan on the ground, and said nothing, turning to look at Heimos.
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, regardless of whether Heimos followed or not.
"That... I... "
Garlan stretched out his hand to talk to Heimos, but Heimos had a cold face, ignored him, and quickly followed Xie Muer, who had already walked away.
His hand was still stretched out in the air awkwardly, and his mouth was still open, but he could only watch the backs of the two people disappear from his sight.
Done.
Garland covered his face.
Heimos had already seen himself unhappy, and now I am afraid he hates him even more.
He was one step closer to his own death.
His fifth rebirth.
less than three days.
Kicked King Camos.
He splashed Xi Muer with ink.
He slapped Heimos.
Hmm, that's quite a feat.
…
At this moment, the Son of Destiny, covering his face, has a hunch that his rebirth will die faster and worse than the previous few times.