"Is there? Second Brother, I clearly answered neatly. How could I have any aggrieved voice? Are you obviously slandering your second brother?"

"Hmph, there wasn't one just now."

"What happened just now? Tell me?"

"It's obvious..." Yiyi, who suddenly didn't remember what they were just worried about, thought for a long time and had to ask, "Second brother, what were we talking about just now?"

"I'm hungry."

"Lie, we were obviously not saying that I was hungry just now."

"Stupid sister, I mean your second brother is hungry now, so I don't remember what we were talking about just now?"

"I'm hungry, then go and have a meal."

"Yes." Ruoqi finally got around that topic and breathed a sigh of relief.

My little sister, I'm sorry. I hope you will always be so carefree and happy. This is everyone's expectation for you.

In a forest surrounded by thick fog all year round, the singing of ghosts and howls of wolves and wild beasts make the forest even more gloomy and weird.

Like wherever the singing of ghosts and monsters goes, birds flew in shock and beasts run wildly... This daily torment almost caused all the weak animals in the forest to commit suicide protests together.

Suddenly, the singing and roar stopped abruptly. The weak animals who were used to escaping their lives almost ran into the big tree halfway through the sudden stop of ghost singing.

"Hey, are you dead?" A hoarse and old sounded as if he was about to squeeze out his throat.

"Hey. Hey, it seems that he is dead." The hard-working voice had a hint of excitement, a hint of regret, and more of hope. "Oh, I originally thought that I would fall from such a high cliff and have a man without missing arms and legs to play with my mother's tiger, but I didn't expect that he was an angry person."

The old man, who had been using the sound of a broken gong, moved slowly, looking at the bloody stains in front of him, but he could vaguely see that he was a young man.

"I said Hu Zi, do you want to save me?" The old man asked his accomplices around him in a broken gong-like voice.

"Roar." A low and gentle roar sounded.

"I want to save you. But he is already exhausted. Do you want to serve you as dinner?" Poluo's voice was extremely reluctant. Obviously, the old man was reluctant to get into this trouble.

"Roar." There was dissatisfaction in the roar. According to the roar, it was a lion with a strong body.

"Oh, I'm just talking. If Hu Zi likes him, I'll save him. Save him as a toy to play with Hu Zi." The old man looked at the little guy beside him lovingly, intending to save this person or not, and it depends entirely on its opinion.

"Roar." The lion seemed to understand the old man's words. After roaring a few times, he actually rubbed the old man with the fluffy lion's head, completely like a child acting coquettishly to the adults.

And this behavior completely pleased the old man. She laughed happily, and her gong-like voice echoed in the forest, which scared the birds. "Okay, okay, good boy, I will help you save you. I will play with you in the future." In this world, the only thing she can't give up is this tiger that she raised since childhood and was like her own son.

The old man gently twisted the object on the ground with his thin arms like firewood and placed it on the lion's back: "Go home."

Then, the heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching tune sounded in the forest again, and the lion's roar was fully rhythmic, forming a unique music.

Once again, the birds were frightened, and the weak beasts started to burst into tears again.

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The old man twisted the "dead man" back into the hole, took his pulse, and said in a broken voice: "Oh, who is so fucked by this dead boy to eat the bone-eating pill. You deserve to be a kid, you are so lucky. When we met our tiger boy, we liked you very much." After reading a ball.

Looking at the blood all over his body and looking at her Hu Zi's "fear" look, she always wondered, isn't her Hu Zi the king of the forest? He should be so fierce that he doesn't care about humans and animals, he will catch the thia inside his big mouth anyway?

Why did she get out of her family? The meat is not cooked and not eaten, but the taste is not good, and the ones who are more picky than her. And the timid ones run away when they see the same kind...

Seeing Hu Zi wanting to get close to the "dead person" and afraid of the pitiful appearance of blood, she finally decided to help the "dead person" clean it. If it is cleaned up, her Hu Zi will change her mind and it will be easier to vent her mouth.

While rubbing the body of the "dead" with the ice water in the hole, he looked at the man who seemed to have a trace of breath, and chatted with her Hu Zi: "Oh, he is still a good-looking person. Hu Zi, you really don't eat him? It looks very delicious."

"Roar." There was dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I saw you so thin and wanted you to make up for it."

"Roar." The gentle roar seemed to be afraid of waking up a person who was deeply confused.

"Okay, I know you don't eat human flesh. But don't turn your elbow out so quickly, okay. You've just met him," the old man's gong's voice clearly expressed jealousy.

"Roar." The lion's head habitually rubbed into the old man's arms. Seeing that the old man was not talking, it raised its petous head and licked the old man's cheek with its tongue.

Obviously, the lion's hard work won the favor of the old man. She saw her pretending to be angry, and after holding it in a while, she had to be licked. She couldn't help but smile and said happily: "This is almost the same. Be good."

Sitting on the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror, she was still full of tears on her face. She was calmly wiped away the tears on her face. She had long been used to this situation, but she couldn't figure out why she, who had a good sleep and no dream, she cried all night?

Looking at herself in the mirror, she became more and more blurred. Now her vision is not as good as before. If she continues to cry like this, I am afraid that in the near future, she will eventually become blind.

I don’t know what’s going on recently. Not only will I cry inexplicably at night, but I also become more and more sleepy. I’m also very likely to be hungry recently, but I’m not so good at it? Is this all caused by crying at night? Or is it caused by changes in the body that caused tears?

Habitually put your hand on your right hand and diagnose yourself...
Chapter completed!