A chicken obviously couldn't fill the empty stomach of a lion. He licked the oil on his paws while watching Shang Ke silently.
Shang Ke brought him another bowl of Sanxian soup, and the nut shell used to hold the soup was two-thirds larger than that of Bantuo Rat.
After tasting the deliciousness of the beggar chicken, although Mutu disliked this bowl of soup a bit, he was still satisfied with the amount of his own and that of the fat rat. He took a deep look at Shang Ke, he didn't know that this little fox had such skills before.
Such a talent who can kill the enemy in battle and manage the house when he enters the house should be placed by his side.
After eating and drinking enough, Shang Ke began to help Mutu clean the wound and re-apply the medicine. The wounds on Mutu's body are criss-crossed, knife wounds, axe wounds, arrow wounds, etc. Several wounds are deep with bone, skin and flesh, but this guy seems to feel no pain, and his face does not change. Only when Shang Ke applied medicine to him would he frown slightly.
You can still use the leaves soaked in the concoction to almost cover Mutu's chest and back, and then fix it with a line of burlap scalded with hot water. The sackcloth was torn from Mutu's body, and his shirt had been chopped to pieces, so he simply used it as waste.
Seeing his skillful movements and neat dressing techniques, Mutu couldn't help but ask, "Are you a witch medicine apprentice?"
In this era, medical technology is backward, and a relatively sound medical foundation has not yet been established. The "witch doctor" in Mutu's mouth only knows some simple pharmacological knowledge. Their more important duty is to ask God to pray for blessings, and they are usually performed by seniors with high morals and rich experience. So, Mutu asked about the "witch doctor apprentice", not the "witch doctor".
Shang Ke shook his head, and the long hair on his forehead swayed gently with his movements.
Mutu was about to reach out and brush his hair, but saw him get up and walk out.
"Where?"
Shang Ke turned around, picked up the remaining cloth strip, and made a gesture of wiping his face.
Mutu didn't ask any more questions, silently watching the back of his departure. The light outside the cave made his figure extraordinarily slender, with long white hair hanging straight down, and a big fluffy tail swaying gently behind him, like a soft paddle fan, one couldn't help but want to touch two of them. .
Mutu found a temperament in this fox that was completely different from other orcs. It was quiet, gentle, indifferent to the world, and a little bit like… charming.
Such a person, even if he just stands quietly beside him, can make people feel comfortable. How could he have been ignorant before
In the evening, Shang Ke brought back a wild boar. Seeing that he was carrying a fat wild boar on his slender shoulders, Mutu always felt that something was wrong.
Shang Ke raised his knife and started to cut the wild boar. Looking at the weather today, he estimated that it would rain tomorrow, so he came back after hunting a big wild boar, so as not to go out hunting in the rain tomorrow.
Mutu watched his movements intently. In the dark cave, silver light flashed like dancing, with a wonderful sense of rhythm.
While in a trance, Shang Ke had already treated the wild boar, reserved half of the boar to wrap it in leaves, and made the other half into stewed meat, making Mu Tu half full.
In the middle of the night, it rained heavily outside, and the damp breath made Mutu sleep extremely uneasy. At this time, I suddenly felt a warm feeling in my chest.
Mutu slowly opened his eyes and saw a big snow-white tail gently covering his chest, the soft and warm touch dispelled the coolness on his body. Mutu looked sideways, the owner of the tail was in a ball, lying quietly beside him, he could wrap him in his arms as long as he stretched out his hand.
As soon as this thought came to me, my arm was already wrapped around it. The slender narrow waist is in stark contrast to his roughness. The loose hide slid under the shoulders, revealing large swathes of smooth skin. Under the animal skin skirt, the two slender legs were slightly bent, and the knees were pressed against his thighs.
Mutu tightened his lower abdomen and suddenly felt a little dry in his throat. He couldn't help but leaned closer and sniffed at the fossa of his neck, the faint body fragrance mixed with the body's heat hit his nostrils.
Mutu took a bite on his neck uncontrollably. The lion's desire always came quickly, but Mutu had just taken over as the patriarch and had not had time to enjoy the lion king's consort. All females of the lion clan belong to the lion king, and other lions cannot mate with females without the permission of the lion king. It is only at the coming-of-age ceremony that young Leonians can find their mates.
The previous lion king had a domineering personality and regarded all the young and beautiful females as his personal property, and he would not assign them to other lions even if they were adults. Unless they break away from the ethnic group, they can only choose some older, mediocre-looking partners as partners.
Photographed by the power of the Lion King, the young lions dare not speak out. It was not until Mutu challenged the Lion King and won the battle that the former Lion King's tyrannical rule finally ended.
It was only two months before Mutu became the Lion King, and he was still two months away from becoming an adult. That is to say, Mutu defeated the powerful lion king with his own courage and force when he was not yet an adult, which made him highly respected among young lions, but some older lions may not really believe in him.
In the past, Mutu had no idea about females, but now he is moved by a fox. As for race, he didn't think about it at all.
Mutu was about to "study" the fox beside him, when he suddenly saw a big tail coming over and covering his face. Immediately, he felt the fox stretch, then turned over and continued to sleep with him.
Seeing that even his tail was swept away from him, Mutu was a little dissatisfied, stretched out his big hand, and took him into his arms again.
Mmm, it's really comfortable to hold.
The corners of Mutu's mouth rose, clinging to the fox's back, and slowly closed his eyes.
The next day, the rain did not stop. Fortunately, Shang Ke made preparations in advance, so there is no need to worry about food for the time being.
He didn't realize that Mutu's eyes became a little hot and unpredictable when he looked at him...
In the days that followed, Shang Ke would still go out every day to collect herbs and hunt for food, and by the way, he would clean up the traces that might be left, while Mutu was in charge of taking care of the wounds and taking care of them. After a few days of careful conditioning, coupled with his own recovery ability, the wounds on his body have basically healed and scabbed, but he can't do strenuous exercise yet.
Although he was seriously injured and in the wilderness, Mutu was fattened by Shang Ke for several laps, and he was also fattened by the litter of spotted squirrels. Looking at their round bodies, you can almost doubt whether they can still run, perhaps even faster.
Ten days passed without knowing it, Shang Ke carefully checked the surrounding terrain and inspected the route back to the tribe in advance.
At this time, there is only about half a month left before the pheasant clan slaughtered the lion clan. Looking at Mutu's recovery, it should be too late.
On this day, Mutu was boringly teasing the Bantuo mouse in the cave, while waiting for Shang Ke to come back.
But until noon, Shang Ke hadn't come back.
Mutu was a little worried, but Shang Ke was very punctual every day and rarely came home late, but today he disappeared for a long time. He suppressed the irritability in his heart, waited for another half an hour, and still no one was seen. He finally couldn't sit still and decided to go out to find someone.
Following Shang Ke's usual route, Mutu quickly shuttled through the forest. Shang Ke was very careful not to leave his breath along the way, until after dozens of minutes, Mutu smelled a faint smell of blood. Soon, on a few leaves, he found bloodstains that had not completely dried up, and a smell that disgusted him.
Pheasant!
Mutu's face was stern, and he sped up to chase the source of the breath.
The smell of blood in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and Mutu accurately captured the scent of the fox in the trail of the pheasant dog.
He did meet a pheasant!
From the direction the smell was spreading, it was clear that the fox was trying to lure the pheasants away so they wouldn't find themselves.
Mutu let out a low roar and increased his speed again. The whole person was like a golden arrow, flying quickly through the dense bushes.
But for a moment, he heard the clamor of the pheasant dog and the clash of battles.
He rushed out of the bushes and saw at a glance that Shang Ke was being besieged by several pheasant dogs. He is agile, with long hair flying. On the white hair on the left, there was a splash of blood, like a blooming poppy. The long hair fluttered, revealing half of the beautiful face, and a drop of blood fell on the corner of his eye, like a red tear mole, adding a bit of color to him.
The moment of youthfulness made Mutu amazed.
But at the moment, he didn't care about admiration, and rushed towards the pheasant clan with awe-inspiring power.
The new hatred added to the old hatred, Mutu attacked mercilessly, and several pheasants were quickly killed and defeated.
"Withdraw!" The pheasant leader shouted loudly.
"Want to go?" Mutu's eyes flashed coldly, and he threw the axe out of his hand, accurately hitting a pheasant dog that was about to escape.
Then, he picked up a big knife from the ground, and together with Shang Ke, chased and killed the remaining pheasants.
After ten minutes, the battle was over, and finally a pheasant was allowed to run away.
"Yanu, are you alright?" Mutu asked with concern as he supported Shang Ke's shoulder.
Shang Ke shook his head, indicating that it was all right.
Mutu looked around and said solemnly: "Pack up, let's go back to the tribe."
Shang Ke naturally has no opinion, this is also his plan. And because of the appearance of this group of pheasants, he had the opportunity to reveal to Mutu the identity of the spy and the plan of the pheasants to prepare for a sneak attack.
The two returned to the cave, took food and weapons and set off.
Shang Ke has already inspected the route in advance, so there is no need to worry about getting lost.
This makes Mutu feel that the fox is as careful as a hair, and it is simply a must-have accessory for home travel.
On the way, Shang can use words and gestures to tell Mutu the pheasant's plan and the identity of the spy, pretending to have overheard from the pheasants just now.
Mutu trusts Shang Ke very much now. From his meticulous care for him these days, and his behavior of using himself as a bait to help him lure the pheasant away, he has no reason to doubt him any more.
It's just that he can't accept that his brother wants to be put to death, and even colluded with the pheasant dog to bring disaster to the tribe for nothing.
Mutu suppressed the pain in his heart, looked up in the direction of the tribe, and there was a decisive cold light in his eyes.
At this time, a whistle came, and a figure stood on the top of the tree, pointed into the distance, and turned back to Mutu with a happy smile. The big white tail swayed in the wind, and the sun shone bright spots of light on him, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
The chilling air on Mutu's body was swept away, he jumped up, hooked the fox's waist, and quickly swept away in the direction of the tribe like a gust of wind.
This attack, the only gain is probably to let him really know the fox.