Under the bright sunshine, in broad daylight, a tragedy of the weak being bullied by the strong is about to unfold.
The youngest child was surrounded by four elder children who were older and stronger than him, and there were dense bushes behind him, and he could not escape.
The child was probably very frightened. He kept his head down and kept silent. The sun shone on his skin that was white and tender. In addition, the small arms and legs looked weak and weak. helpless.
So, looking at the pitiful appearance of the other party, the little brats who felt more and more satisfied with bullying naturally wanted to make persistent efforts, and rushed towards them with arrogance. The eldest of them stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the blond child's hair, intending to hold down the idiot who was not pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at him, and gave him a lesson as unceremoniously as yesterday.
However, when I grabbed it, I didn't catch it.
The kid ducked, and then they saw the kid look up and smile at them.
Yes.
The weak, pitiful, and helpless child raised his head and gave them a wicked smile that was completely inconsistent with that cute little face.
For some reason, the hearts of several children suddenly trembled, and they had an ominous premonition.
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Just when the big children rushed over, with a click, Garlan broke a branch from the bushes behind him with his hand that had been behind him.
He had been fumbling for a while with his hand hidden behind him, and finally found a branch that was about the length of his arm as he liked.
Flexible, strong and durable.
Satisfied, he raised his head and grinned, revealing his little white fangs, and grinned at the few bear children who rushed towards him.
Then, he waved the branch in his hand high.
-I wonder if Heimos can't cure you little brats
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There was a cheerful snap in the air.
It was the sound of the pliable branches beating on the flesh.
The snapping sound was accompanied by the shouting of the slapped bear children.
The style of the painting changed. It was originally a scene of a group of bigwigs bullying a weak and weak child, and it became a scene of a child chasing after a few children taller and stronger than him.
I saw the blond kid jumping and dodging, and with a wave of the branch in his hand, it slapped the big kid in front of him on the buttocks.
The chubby child looked wrong, why did they become chased and beaten? Immediately, his heart sank, he ignored it, his head lowered, like a bull, he rammed towards Garlan with a savage head. Garlan nimbly moved sideways to the side, ducked aside, then kicked the butt of the fat kid who was rushing past him and squatted. The fat child was lying on the ground on his back, and then his round belly was slapped twice by the branches, and he cried out with a groan of pain.
For a time, the branches danced wildly, only to hear the continuous sound of slaps, accompanied by the screams of several children.
These children who were sent are all descendants of collateral blood of the royal family. They were all spoiled at home. They are lawless in daily life. They are used to bullying others. Not a single finger was touched.
At this moment, they were chased and beaten by a child younger than them holding a branch. They only felt angry and ashamed for a while, and left the sentence "Wait for you" and then ran away crying.
Looking at the few crying and running away, Garlan felt refreshed.
Refreshed and in a good mood.
It was because he had shrunk several times in a row at Heimos, and just when he was in a panic, someone sent him to the door to let him vent his anger.
Disobedient bear children should be sucked hard.
Garlan, who vented his emotions, thought so.
Sure enough, no matter where you are, no matter what era, beating a bear child is really a sport that makes people feel extremely happy.
Watching the backs of the running away children disappear, Garlan didn't go after him. He casually threw the broken branch to the ground, bent down and put his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, big drops of sweat oozing out of his pale golden forehead and dripping onto the ground.
The child's body is still too weak, and his physical strength is terrible. If those little ghosts don't run away, he will soon be unable to hold back.
Warm beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his arms.
Garlan panted while looking at his white arms.
Brown skin is regarded as a symbol of high people, a symbol of the bloodline of high-ranking nobles, and his skin color...
Garland shook his head.
You don't have to think about it, I am afraid that this body and this face are inherited from his mother of the lower noble, not like his father, the city lord who is the upper noble.
Presumably when he was a child, Garlan was very inferior to this point, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do such a thing as just tanning himself and pretending to be born with brown skin.
In this way, his past and past lives were really unlucky.
He was supposed to be the eldest son of a well-loved city lord, but because of his skin color, his father didn't love his mother, and he was always thought that the royal blood was impure.
Later, he finally became the younger brother of Wang, and no one dared to chirp in front of him.
As a result, he was killed after only ten years, and the throne that should have been obtained by him was also taken away by Heimos who killed him.
Immediately afterwards, because he failed to sit on the throne, the trajectory of his destiny changed and the kingdom was destroyed, so he was cursed by the angry gods - reincarnation, and he would not live to adulthood after life after life.
Then his reincarnation, who came back and wanted to correct his trajectory, was also unlucky, and was killed by Heimos again and again...
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So in fact, he is not the son of destiny at all, but the son of bad luck
It's not the gods who dote on him at all, there is only one god of doom, right
Garlan groaned in his heart, gasping for breath, and couldn't help but snorted lightly with his nose.
After smoking those bear children, he is in a much better mood now.
Although the psychological shadow that Heimos gave him was infinite, that didn't mean that anyone could oppress him. Although his body is a little weaker now, he has been reborn several times after all. As the first in line to the throne, he has to learn both knowledge and martial arts... Well, he admits that his achievements have always made his instructor look ugly. no.
So he is bullying the small like this
... Forget it, bully the little ones with the big ones, anyway, those bear children who like to bully others have been taught a lot.
After a while, he finally got his breath out, and Garlan raised his hand to wipe the sweat that had slipped down his chin, and stood up straight.
In short, go back to his room to rest first, suddenly the amount of information received is too large, and the brain hurts. He felt that he needed to be in a quiet place, take his current situation apart and think about it, and figure out what to do next.
With that in mind, he took a step and planned to go back.
As soon as the foot was lifted, it did not move.
It was as if something was entangled in his feet, too heavy to lift.
He subconsciously looked down at his left foot.
A fluffy ball of golden-brown hair lay on his left foot, wrapped in a ball.
Two small fleshy claws hugged his ankles, the shrunken hairball lifted its fluffy little head, stared at him innocently with amber eyes, and two round ears shook a little.
Then, Mao Tuan'er opened his mouth and snorted at him.
Garland: "???"
what the hell
Why would a little milk lion run over and grab his feet
The male lion is the holy beast worshipped by this kingdom and one of the totem symbols of the king. Even the king's flag is printed with the lion's pattern. Therefore, the kings of all dynasties will try to tame lions as a symbol of their thrones, but lions are beasts after all, and few people can successfully tame them in the end.
King Camos is one of them.
He seems to be so favored by the holy beast that he was able to successfully tame the lion. And the reason why he is called the Lion King is because he is accompanied by at least two male lions every time he goes to the battlefield.
Garlan bent over, grabbed the little milk lion by the back of the neck and picked it up, staring at it carefully.
Could this be one of the lions who followed King Camos to the north and south to fight
He thought about those dignified, arrogant lions with mane in his memory, who turned a blind eye to anyone other than the king, and then looked at the innocent lion with his eyes open and his head tilted like a kitten. Staring at his little milk lion.
As soon as he was pinched by the back of his neck and picked up, the little brown hair ball shrank, curled up his limbs into a ball, looked at him with his small eyes, opened his mouth, and made another whimper.
Garland: "..."
You are a lion, please don't be cute, okay
He stared at Xiao Mao Tuan and looked left and right, but he couldn't imagine how the cute little milk product he was carrying would grow into the king of beasts who would be frightened by the sight of him on the battlefield.
Although he complained so much in his heart, Gallan still couldn't resist the coquettish snort of the little milk lion. He shrank his hands and hugged the little milk lion in his arms, and gently rubbed the soft brown fur with one hand. The little brown hairballs were comfortably bunched up in his arms, squinting and letting him smooth it out, occasionally licking his neck with his warm little tongue.
Fortunately, it's just a little milk lion. The barbs on the tongue are not sharp and don't make people feel pain. They are just a little itchy. It is so itchy that Garland can't help laughing. The little head puts it in place.
After knocking on Xiao Mao Tuan's head, he suddenly heard a rustling sound when the bushes were shaking not far away, as if someone had ripped through the bushes and came over.
Garlan hugged the little milk lion in his arms and turned his head to look subconsciously.
Seeing this, he immediately froze.
In the bushes not far from his line of sight, a huge head emerged from it, and then, the thick limbs walked forward slowly, taking arrogant and coercive steps, and the huge torso was also exposed. come out.
Garland was completely petrified, and he dared not move.
A sturdy brown male lion was standing in front of him, looking down at him, his long golden mane fluttering in the wind, and his charcoal-like eyes that made his legs go weak at a glance. , ferocious.
Mom, the parents have come to find their lost child!
A certain kidnapper holding a suspected lost child was trembling.
I feel that I will be solved by the parents who came over in minutes.
Garlan stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move, and uttered a tragic moan in his mind.
Daddy Daddy Daddy Lion Daddy!
Let me tell you, it was actually your child who moved first, do you believe it
Let’s not believe it or not, anyway, even if it is said, the lion will definitely not understand human words.
The mighty and sturdy lion that was a whole head taller than the child looked down at the little baby in front of him, the huge head lowered slightly, and the copper bell stared at the little baby who was holding his own cub.
In that posture, as long as the bloody mouth is wide open, it can easily bite off the whole little head of the little baby.
Human flesh, crunchy.
Garland's mind went blank.
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's the first to die before the apprenticeship. This time, it didn't die in the hands of Heimos, but in the mouth of the lion.
Therefore, it is said that he cannot be the son of destiny at all, he is completely the son of bad luck—
Little milk lion, who was completely unaware that his father had found him, lay comfortably in the soft and warm arms of some frightened abductor, turned over and snored, and continued to sleep soundly.
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A big lion stands proudly, majestic and majestic.
The little child stood in front of the big lion that could swallow himself in one mouthful, holding the little milk lion and looking at the big lion eagerly.
This time it was true, weak, pitiful, and helpless.
The author has something to say: The big lion: It's not enough to get between the teeth.
Garland: … Daddy! you are my dad! Please don't eat!
Little milk lion: oooooooooo~