Xiaolan thought she would hear the name of an animal.
"Like...like what?" She thought she heard wrong.
"Charcoal, coal," Baomu made a circle the size of a briquette with his hand, "They smell like coal that hasn't burned yet."
"How come it smells like that?" Xiaolan said it was difficult to understand.
Baomu shook his head and immediately raised his brows, "Actually, many animals have strange smells, but... they only smell like coal."
Xiaolan shifted her gaze back to the monster on the river bank. The black thing no longer roared, but stayed in place quietly, with no intention of leaving.
"Are we leaving?" Baomu asked.
"Wait a little longer," Xiaolan kept staring at the black shadow, "let's see what that monster is going to do first."
The two of them just squatted behind the bushes, not daring to move rashly, and just stared at the black shadow on the river bank.
"Brother Baomu, tell me -" Xiaolan was getting a little bored waiting, "What is the relationship between these two monsters?"
Baomu really thought about this question seriously and replied, "It should be a companion."
"Companies also have many kinds of relationships," Xiaolan stretched out her fingers to count, "They may be friends, husband and wife, mother and son..."
"They may be mother and son." Baomu suddenly said.
Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, "Why do you say that?"
"Uh... I'm actually just guessing," Baomu scratched his head, "Maybe... maybe it's father and daughter? Well... I don't know what the difference is in the smell of male and female..."
"But you can smell their age," Xiaolan blinked. "Does the dead one smell older than this one? Or younger?"
"Old," Baomu said firmly, "Although I don't know what kind of creatures they are, the dead one smells older. Almost all creatures, like annual rings, will have their smell left by the years."
Xiaolan actually understood the poetic language of this sentence, "Then do I smell like a child too?"
Baomu smiled helplessly, "Xiaolan, you forgot, I can't smell your scent, and humans are always special."
"special?"
"Well, there are many special examples," Baomu looked at the monster with an inexplicably distracted look, "I don't know, maybe it's because we are often exposed to such special things, and many people around us...smell...
Special.”
"What about?"
"How can this be compared?" Baomu smiled stiffly.
"Just for example, if the Taoist priest smells..."
"Ah, it's almost dawn." Baomu suddenly interrupted Xiaolan and pointed to the distant horizon.
A wisp of purple-red cloud appeared under the first light of day.
Xiaolan looked at the colorful sky and felt a little more relaxed.
In any case, it is better to have light than to lose it.
When her sight dropped and returned to the monster on the river bank, her eyes widened.
"This...this...where is the monster?"
Baomu's eyes were also confused, but he sniffed and said firmly, "It hasn't moved, it's still in the same place."
but……
The black shadow has disappeared.
Instead...
"Could it be that one?" Xiaolan simply stood up and pointed to the creek that was still flowing peacefully.
The lake blue coat was still lying by the river.
Although the huge black shadow has disappeared, there seems to be a black animal the size of a cat lying on the coat.
Xiaolan and Baomu looked at each other.
"Would...want to go and have a look?" Xiaolan suggested.
Baomu originally had no hostility towards that thing, so he readily accepted the suggestion.
The two of them plucked up the courage and walked towards the strange animal.
The sun behind the clouds soon showed its full appearance, and the whole world slowly became brighter.
On the blue coat by the stream, there was indeed a small animal as black as a briquette lying on it.
When the two of them were still dozens of meters away from the little animal, the little thing seemed to sense that someone was approaching. Its dark body moved, raised its head, and looked at the two of them.
Xiaolan and Baomu stopped immediately.
The three pairs of eyes stared at each other silently.
"This..." Baomu turned his head stiffly and looked at Xiaolan, "This is..."
Xiaolan was still looking at the thing.
Then, the little thing moved again. It straightened up and folded its two small black paws.
This is really a cat!
But last night, it was obviously still such a big one...
Seeing that the two of them had no intention of getting closer, the little black guy shook his head and opened his mouth to call out.
But that's not a cat meow.
This voice was almost the same as the growl I heard last night.
Just a little more milk.
Xiaolan watched the black cat lie on the clothes again, its furry little head rubbing against Baomu's blue coat.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a ferocious beast.
The two took a few steps closer.
The kitten raised its head again and meowed a little more cheerfully.
"It's not a cat," Baomu suddenly pointed at it and said, "It...it looks like a lion."
Xiaolan also discovered it.
This is a black lion the size of a cat.
Oh my god——
Xiaolan covered her face.
Is the little lion so cute?
"It doesn't seem to be afraid of us." Baomu continued.
The little lion's dark pupils emitted a friendly light, and his innocent eyes swept back and forth between the two of them.
Just wagging his tail.
Although the two of them still have a lot of mysteries regarding the life experience of this magical creature, this does not prevent them from getting closer to each other step by step.
They squatted next to the little lion.
"Brother Baomu," Xiaolan looked at the little lion nuzzling its blue coat obediently and asked, "Is there such a lion in the world?"
"I don't know if there is such a lion, but it's definitely not a real lion. It's not even an animal at all. As I said, it smells like charcoal."
Xiaolan tilted her head and looked at the little lion, and the little lion also tilted its head along with Xiaolan.
This little thing is very black, it really looks like a briquette, and it also looks like that guy with black skin.
Xiaolan looked around. The surrounding forest was extremely calm, and there was no sound of other people or animals moving.
"I don't think it looks like a vicious guy."
Baomu had already stretched out his hand to rub the little lion's head. The little lion narrowed his eyes with a look of enjoyment on his face and made a purring sound in his throat.
Xiaolan knelt on the ground with a complicated heart, and reached out to poke the little lion's paw.
Soft and warm.
How could it not be a small animal?
"Brother Baomu, why do you think it is lying here?"
Xiaolan knew from Baomu's eyes that he seemed to know the answer.
But he is worried.
He was worried that Xiaolan might be disappointed after hearing this answer.
Because Xiaolan doesn't even have a piece of clothing that smells like her mother.