The blade-toothed tiger is quite aggrieved. It does remember the incident in the canyon. Not much, just the part when Wang Yang feeds it, he doesn’t know the cause and effect at all.

When I touched it, I felt conditioned reflexes. I thought that a long time ago, it seemed that someone would touch himself like this and then give him food.

And that person naturally coincided with Wang Yang's figure, and finally added the damn mouse.

It seems to be very harmonious.

It is quite depressed, how could it be related to humans?

After all, its small head still can't hold the trivial memories that have been too long. It is a blessing to be able to remember Wang Yang.

As for everything else, I basically forget everything I can forget, leaving only conditioned reflexes and subconsciousness.

Just like when it sees a net made of rope, it vaguely feels particularly dangerous and cannot get close to it.

Thinking of it, it looked at Wang Yang again. Wang Yang was flipping through its hair, not catching fleas, but looking at its wounds.

The rough fingers covered with calluses, touched gently from its scars, and did not feel particularly uncomfortable, and did not even feel a little crisis.

It became more and more confused and depressed. It clearly felt that Wang Yang was not a good thing, so why didn’t he feel resistant?

However, memory gave it a good indicator, and followed Wang Yang to have meat to eat.

The animal's thoughts are really puzzling. He acts more based on instinct and thinks that Wang Yang will not move it and can eat it with meat, so he loses his guard.

Touching the scar on its body, Wang Yang secretly smacked his tongue. There were at least a dozen of them, some as long as twenty centimeters long, and some only had a round hole wound with a finger.

After so many injuries, this guy is still alive and lucky. He doesn't believe it if he is not the protagonist.

"How did you say you got this injury? What animal did you fight with? Could it be that you teased a good tigress? Or you stole the wives of other blade-toothed tigers?"

Wang Yang thought to the worst direction with bad intentions.

"Roar!" The blade-toothed tiger shouted in dissatisfaction, as if Wang Yang had touched the wound that had just formed a blood scab. It was a little painful.

"If you shout, I won't stop you. It's better to scream a few more words to shock other beasts."

If you think so, you can see that Wang Yang doesn’t know how miserable the Blade-Toothed Tiger is, and that glory is almost gone.

But obviously, Wang Yang would not think it was doing very well.

"No matter how you say you are also a glorious and great person. A member of the domineering and mighty big cat. It is small to starve to death, and a big loser is big. What's the saying goes, poverty and humbleness cannot move, and power cannot bend..." He actually talked about a big truth to a blade-toothed tiger.

It can be seen that Wang Yang was still a little surprised that the blade-toothed tiger was doing so miserably, or he was a little disappointed.

"The canine teeth are broken, and the mouth can be opened even wider. Isn't it just enough to save some energy and kill with one blow?"

If the blade-toothed tiger can understand it, it must be a complaint. How easy is it?

He taught him a lot again, until the blade-toothed tiger could not listen to it, and then he stopped his mouth in a protest roar and sat up to observe his injuries.

The calves were very clean. The blood on the hair was licked by the blade-toothed tiger. I guess I didn't even let the fleas go. A small blood scab had formed on the wound. There were bursts of sour and itchy.

"Yeah, I'm in good health. I'm starting to heal so soon."

He stretched out his legs again, feeling that it was just a skin injury. He didn't hurt his muscles and bones, so he lay down again.

When I turned around, I saw that the blade-toothed tiger had closed its eyes and was sleeping.

After just a night of sleep, Wang Yang still felt sleepy. Perhaps he had lost too much blood and was a little weak, so he fell asleep in a drowsy way.

When he woke up the next day, he saw the blade-toothed tiger looking at him with a flattering look on his face.

"Very good, very good, I must maintain this attitude in the future." Wang Yang laughed and rubbed the big head of the Blade Tiger.

When I put down my hand, the eyes of the Blade Tiger were brightly opened. I looked at him burningly, making him feel cold on his back. Could it be that he wanted to eat himself?

After a while, when Blade Tiger saw that he had no reaction, he shook his head in anger and glared at Wang Yang, "If you don't have food, why are you touching me?"

"Ahem..." Wang Yang smiled awkwardly, stood up, and a scorching pain came from his calves. It seemed that he could not hunt, otherwise the wound would collapse.

He turned his head depressedly, glanced at a fruit tree, climbed, and found that the wound of his calf would explode as soon as he tried hard, so he completely gave up his plan to find food.

Fortunately, the little guy was there, and he whizzed up the tree, swept through the fruit tree with his sharp claws, smashing the leaves and fruits together, smashing Wang Yang into a snail.

He had no shortage of food for himself. Seeing the blade-toothed tiger looking at himself eating fruits depressedly, he kindly extended the fruit over.

"Or, eat some vegetarian food?"

...

At night, the blade-toothed tiger unexpectedly caught a pheasant and came back. It was so happy that it had not successfully hunted for many years and ate the rest of others every day.

In fact, this is a very natural thing. In the past few years, I was still adapting to the state of no canine. After a few years, I would naturally summarize a new set of hunting skills and start learning from its kind, the horror cat.

It was hungry and didn't care about the hairy ones, and ate most of it in one go. Then it saw Wang Yang, biting the prey with only one leg left, and intending to throw it in front of him.

But it didn't know what it thought of, but instead put its calves farther away, then ran to Wang Yang happily.

He raised his thick tiger palm and patted Wang Yang's head, then he happily threw his calf in front of him.

Wang Yang didn't understand what it was doing, but now when he saw it, he suddenly felt an old face couldn't hold it, and he felt extremely nervous: "Are I tamed by a wild beast?"

"If you raise it, take some meat to nourish your body first, then talk about it. The injury has not healed yet."

Wang Yang was completely shameless. He picked up his calf and wanted to eat it. Suddenly he heard the "gurgling" sound beside him. It turned out that it was from the belly of the blade-toothed tiger.

When I looked at the blade-toothed tiger again, I had already saliva flowing, so what kind of style is it...

"Ahem... It's rare that you are so attentive." Wang Yang touched its head, gave it his calves, and pulled out a fruit to fill his stomach.

The blade-toothed tiger is in a very good mood. After eating, it wants to play. It is probably because it caught the prey today and is so happy that it plunged into Wang Yang's arms and squeezed it, and saliva flowed all over his mouth.

Wang Yang calmly patted its back, thinking that I was ruined by my tiger skin.

The blade-toothed tiger drilled for a while, and when he saw that Wang Yang was not playing with him, he suddenly felt bored and angry, and gently patted Wang Yang's face.

The movement was very light, and Wang Yang was stunned. Instinctively, others slapped me in the face, and I also slapped others in the face, slapped the blade-toothed tiger.

The blade-toothed tiger is really annoyed now. I slap you to see if you have any reaction. Why do you really hit you? You have to slap Wang Yang in the face.

Wang Yang reacted early, blocked it with his arm, and slapped it again.

The blade-toothed tiger became even more annoyed, but Wang Yang slapped it again, then slapped it again, and then slapped it again.

Finally, the two sides fought together. The little guy was gnawing at the wood leisurely, not looking at the two fools, but the wood seemed not very delicious and had no blood flavor.

After a while, the man and tiger made a fuss, finally enough fuss was enough and lying quietly aside.

Wang Yang touched its hair and quietly looked at the large silver plate hanging in the sky. The moon was big and round, and it was very bright tonight. Even the shadow of the landform on the moon could be seen, just like the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He had a rare leisure time, so he didn't have to think about anything, didn't have to think about the development of the tribe, or the tedious words, no one disturbed him, and was quiet and quiet.

The moonlit night makes people sad, and Wang Yang's thoughts become messy, and he remembers modern memories.

So many years have passed, and I don’t know how the parents there are.

"Blade Tooth Tiger, do you want to tell you my story?"

"Roar~" Blade Tiger didn't want to pay attention to him.

"It seems that you are very interested in me, so I'll say, before, I'm just..."

Wang Yang was telling past stories in a daze, his eyes full of sighs. He was qualified to sigh because his soul was already decades old.

The more he talked, the more he thought. As a result, for three days, the blade-toothed tiger had to listen to him whenever he had time.

It was quite unbearable at the beginning. I listened to it a few more times and heard the calluses, so I let him nag it.

"To be honest, the moment I came here, I really wanted to get back into my womb and reincarnate."

"I figured it out later and I still have to live. It's always good to live."

"When I get through my life, I feel so lonely that I can't stand the pain of being screaming and unable to communicate, so I taught them to draw."

"Later, I lived better. Just communication could no longer satisfy me. I wanted a civilization and didn't want to live in primitiveness."

"Do you know? You have to have a goal to survive. If you don't have a goal, you will go crazy."

"Actually, it's nothing to live a miserable life. I've been used to it. Do you know what's the most depressing thing?"

Wang Yang's face turned red: "The most depressing thing is that I can't even pretend to behave, they can't understand it! It's so fatal!"

"Do you know, what is the feeling of killing someone for the first time?"

Wang Yang's eyes were dazed, and his heart was filled with passion: "After watching the killers on TV kill people, they vomited and vomited, it was not that true at all."

"When the thorn is gone, the whole person's pores will stand up. It's not that they are afraid or panic, but that they are broken into some kind of shackles."

"I felt no pressure all of a sudden, and then I felt my scalp numb and my mind suddenly opened. I couldn't help but want to kill the second one and the third one."

"But when I killed it a few days ago, I felt that it was just that. It was no different from killing ordinary animals."

"Maybe I'm too nervous, so I feel bad."

As he talked more and more, Wang Yang felt more and more tired and wanted to go to bed.

He suddenly remembered his lifelong event. He said that he was not young anymore, should he be...

The ancients said that it is a great disobedience to have no descendants, and it is indeed very bad to have no descendants.

But Wang Yang was still not ready, so he didn't think deeply about this aspect, and suddenly thought of the lifelong event of the Blade-Toothed Tiger.
Chapter completed!