The lion let out an "Aww", dumbfounded as if he had suffered a great humiliation: "..."
Before it could fight back, it was thrown aside by the monster grabbing its tail.
It stretched out its sharp claws, got up, and tried to lunge again, but the monster grabbed its throat and pinned it firmly to the ground.
The monster gasped heavily, raised its free hand and pressed it around its own neck, and after a rough metal friction sound, the wobbly "head" was unceremoniously lifted by him. He got down and threw it on the ground—it was an old-style first armor covered in mud.
When the first armor was taken off, the rough edge hooked out a thin rope that the strange man tucked under his collar, and a piece of dark silver metal sheet was hanging on it. The full name of the strange man was engraved on the thin piece——Kevin Fa Spinder.
The lock rope between the heavy armor pieces has long been broken, and Kevin took the burden off his body with little effort, leaving only a set of underwear that has long been invisible, with a handle buckled at his waist. The short knife in the room, and a cowhide bag that fell to the ground.
The lion under his left hand was completely back at this time, struggling desperately. Although he was not an adult, his strength should not be underestimated. The sharp claws like steel blades scratched several deep holes on Kevin's arm, dripping with blood.
Kevin gasped in pain, frowned and let out a "tsk", then unbuttoned the dagger, and raised his hand to stroke its neck.
As a result, the lion became anxious, and suddenly exploded with astonishing force, which made Kevin's hand numb, causing him to roll over and slip away.
He probably understood that the man in front of him was also a ferocious master. The lion didn't intend to continue to resist, and nimbly took advantage of the gap, and ran away. It's just that this immature little beast escaped and took Kevin away. The dropped leather bag.
Kevin: "..."
He had just crawled out of the mud, and the series of fights were almost all out of survival. His limbs kept up, but his mind was still lagging behind. He was stunned for two seconds before remembering what was in the cowhide bag, he rolled his eyes, rubbed the back of the dagger with his thumb, then raised his foot and chased after it.
The lion let out an "Aww" and flapped its four paws in front of it, wishing it could go directly to the sky.
But it's useless... After all, it has been hungry for too long, and it still has countless wounds on its body.
After a while, Kevin buckled the short knife back to his waist in one hand, and carried the lion tied up with vines in the other, and found a relatively safe river and sat down. Along the way, I also touched a few sour fruits and picked up a handful of dry branches, as if I wanted to support the barbecue.
"Are you still running? Huh?" Kevin asked, patting the lion's head.
He probably hasn't spoken for too long, his voice is low and hoarse. Because of laziness and effort, it was so light that it was almost inaudible, but unexpectedly there was a more terrifying sense of threat.
lion:"… "
Kevin flipped its fur, inspected it and said, "You don't have any marks on your body, right? If not, I won't be polite... After all, I've been hungry for a long time."
There are two kinds of beasts on this continent, one is without special markings, that is decent beasts, edible - you are their prey, of course, if you are fierce enough, you can also make them your prey.
And the other kind with the tribal mark is not very serious. It is a giant beast man. After careful study, it is probably the same ancestor as Kevin thousands of years ago. One of the races, it is not easy to talk.
"If there's really no mark, then you can only admit that you're unlucky." Kevin hoarsely comforted him ferociously.
The lion looked terrified: "!!!"
Kevin piled up the dry branches and dead leaves, took out the flint and steel from the cowhide bag he snatched back, and looked into the bag with a worried expression on his face, confirming that the contents inside were all in good condition, and then let go. tone.
"Fortunately it's not broken..." He muttered, putting the cowhide bag aside, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally press it on it, then he lowered his head and rubbed the flint, intending to light the dry branch.
After such a short time, the lion, which had resigned itself to its fate and pretended to be dead, came alive again for some reason, and struggled twice, rolling around like a slapstick, as if it wanted to take the opportunity to bite off the cane and escape.
As if it could escape...
Afraid that he would roll around and crush the cowhide bag, Kevin couldn't help raising his head to scare him, but was taken aback by the scene in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, the lion tied up with vines disappeared, replaced by a brown-haired boy about seven or eight years old. He was about to break free from the loose cane, with a fierce expression on his face, and his eyes were full of hostility towards Kevin.
Kevin: "..." It's serious