A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The wide lion garden, said to be a garden, is actually an endless green grassland. Dwarf bushes were scattered on the prairie, and sparse forests could still be seen in the distance. A tall white stone wall encloses this wide grassland, and no one can enter it without Wang's permission.

A burly male lion lay beneath a tall palm tree, his front paws crossed, his huge head lazily resting on his front paws, and his thick mane shook like a wave in the blowing wind.

Suddenly, his ear moved, his head lying on his paws lifted up, and looked in a certain direction.

When he saw the person coming, he stood up, his stout limbs stepped forward, walked slowly to the person's side, and flicked the person with his tail, beckoning. Then, the pair of copper bells stared behind the man with big eyes.

There was a child hiding behind the man, shrunk behind the man's thigh, and two small hands gripped the hem of the man's clothes tightly.

Seeing the big lion bypassing Camos, the huge head came down towards him, and Garland was scared to hide behind Camos.

Does this big lion think he is delicious, so he keeps bringing his head over?

Garland thought so terribly, that the head of the lion, who was actually just trying to sniff the smell of his little boy left on him, was pushed to the other side by a slap.

Then, as soon as he was light, he was picked up by Camos.

King Camos hugged his little brother, thinking that his little brother was shocked and hid behind his leg. The small hand grabbed the small look of his clothes, but he felt that it was not cute enough, and the child was soft. My hair feels like my heart has turned into a pool of water.

He held Gallan in one hand and snapped the other, slamming the big lion around him, who wanted to raise his head and snuggle up to sniff Gallan.

"You are not allowed to bully him."

He slapped the big lion heavily, saying so.

The lion snored, grinning his teeth at Camos, expressing his dissatisfaction, then shook his head and walked away arrogantly.

It walked slowly back under the palm trees, lay down again, basked in the warm sunshine, and continued to doze lazily.

King Camos, holding his little brother, came to a large greenhouse not far away.

He opened the curtain and went in. The maid and servant inside had already kneeled to the ground, prostrate to the ground, and bowed their heads to greet him.

Galland glanced. Most of this huge greenhouse was filled with green plants, and a quarter of it was a small artificial pool. The water was very shallow, and it was estimated that at most it could not pass his instep. Then, he saw four little milk lions biting into a ball in the shallow pool, rolling around, causing splashes.

After the command of letting them fight, and the person standing at the end received such a simple and brutal king's order, King Camos was too lazy to waste time there again. The fighting between these children seemed to play with him. Similarly, who is interested in watching children play in their homes?

So he put the few little guys who were about to beat you to death in the arena behind him, and took his little brother to the Lion Park to play.

He nodded casually to the kneeling servant, and walked to the little pool with shallow water, holding Gallan.

Garland looked down at the little milk lions rolling in the small pool and thought, such shallow water, I am afraid that these naughty little lion cubs would drown inattentively.

As he stared at the little lions, one of the lions who had just bitten the fur on the head of his companion raised his head, and his amber eyes stared at Gallan, immediately excited. With a whimper, he slammed his brother who wanted to bite him back, stepped on four short legs, stepped on the shallow water, and ran towards Gallan.

It ran up to King Camos, only to find that Garland was held by Camos, and it was out of reach, so the whole lion was a little ignorant, turning his head around Camos for several turns.

Probably it felt useless in a circle, it whined, straightened its small body, pawed on Camos' black boots, and grabbed the ground, looking like it wanted to climb up. But the boot was smoothed and polished by the king's servants. It climbed up and fell off with a click. The little round body turned over on the ground.

The little milk lion who had fallen off stopped crawling. He sat on the ground with his buttocks, gazing at Gallan in the air, looking very aggrieved, and gurgling at Gallan with a milky voice.

King Camos laughed out loud, he put Galland on the ground, and the little lion immediately climbed up excitedly again and ran to Gallan's feet.

The little claws of the flesh screamed, just like the first meeting, it hugged Galran's ankle and let go.

Garland: ""

Is this stupid and cute product that only sells cuteness really the future mighty lion?

No, the male lion he remembered must be its brothers, not it!

Camos rubbed his head and said with a smile.

"It likes you."

But I dislike it.

Garland's mouth twitched and looked down at the little milk lion holding his ankle.

"What is it called?"

King Camos touched the stubble on his chin.

These little lion cubs are still less than a month old. He was a little busy during this time, and hadn't had time to give them names.

He said, "You give it one?"

"Ah? But"

Garland crouched down and rubbed the little lion cub.

The little guy murmured, turned over, and showed his little belly at him. Gallan looked at the round belly and couldn't help but stick his finger to poke. Watching the little hairball twist, it poked again.

King Camos laughed.

"The little guy hates me and I'm afraid I don't like to name it." He said, "don't worry, you think slowly, we have a long time before this little guy grows up."

He said that, with a smile in his eyes, he looked at Gallan who crouched on the ground and poked the little lion's belly.

"King Camos."

Someone came in a hurry, a young minister, holding three or four parchment rolled into a tube.

"There is an urgent report in the city of Venal. The flood season next to it suddenly came ahead of schedule and flooded!"

Camos frowned, stretched out his hand, directly grabbed the reel from the other side, and unfolded.

As he watched, he was constantly asking some questions about the courtier. The young courtier apparently knew the matter very well, and he must answer every question.

So, one king and one minister stood directly and spoke. While they were talking, the room was very quiet, and the maids who took care of the little lion cubs stayed quietly with their heads down, not daring to disturb King Camos' conversation.

Garland had stood up and listened for a while, turned his head, and suddenly saw a small brown tail tip on the window not far away.

The next second, the sharp tip of the tail disappeared out of the window.

Garland bowed his head, as expected, the little milk lion who was still rolling at his feet last time was gone.

It seems to be a repeat offender.

Garlan thought to himself, and turned to look at King Camos. King Camos was still watching the roll of parchment carefully, and kept talking to his courtier, not paying attention to it at all.

He thought for a while without saying hello, and ran out quickly.

As soon as he left the door, he saw in the right corner that brown hairball had drilled into the bushes, and he hurried up.

If you don't chase this little guy back, the maids in the conservatory will yell and make a mess again.

The little fur ball walked fast, Gallan opened his mouth and tried to call it back, but when he opened his mouth, he remembered that this little guy had no name and could not call it back, so he could only chase after him.

Unconsciously chasing away, the little hairball disappeared a few times. Garland discovered this, only to find that he seemed to be taken back to the training ground by the lion cub.

He suddenly guessed why the little lion came here secretly. He remembered that the servants of King Camos had roasted meat here not long before he left.

It is estimated that the little lion smelled the roasted barbecue smell.

In addition to being stupid, this little guy is a glutton.

Garland thought angrily and walked towards the training ground. A turn is a steep stone staircase, and the flowing water on one side flows down between the stones, like a small waterfall.

He raised his feet and climbed up, because it was part of the garden play. For fun, the stone steps were narrow and small, made of uneven rubble. Moreover, the height of each ladder is relatively high. If it is okay for an adult, it will take a little effort for a child to climb.

Garlan watched his little arm and calf shake his head helplessly, then stepped away from the calf and began to climb up hard.

He had just climbed halfway, and when he was in the middle of the stone steps, a person came under the stone steps.

Four people including Huimos have received notice from Xie Muer, they will enter the arena in the afternoon to fight, and the final winner will be brought to King Camos.

He had just eaten lunch and was walking here at the moment, digesting food and relaxing.

As a result, at a corner, he saw a familiar little back figure climbing up the narrow stone steps in front of him. His movements seemed a bit difficult, and his small arms and legs moved a little. It looked a little clumsy.

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Looking at the little figure, Huimus couldn't help laughing.

He opened his mouth and planned to stop the child.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared at the top of the stone steps.

Before he could make a sound, the black shadow suddenly swooped down from the top and hit Galland halfway up the mountain.

Gallan was struggling a little bit on the steep stone stairs. Suddenly there was a whimper. He looked up and saw that the little lion appeared at the top of the stairs with a small bump of meat. on.

As expected, this greedy foodie!

He thought angrily.

Seeing Gallan's little milk lion seemed very excited, the small tail flicked a few times, and the piece of meat dangling fell to the ground.

Then the little guy arched his body and bent his limbs--

Times Olympics! do not--!

It wasn't too late for Garland's words to scream. The excited little lion swooped down from the top to pounce, and the whole thing hit him hard.

Although the small hair ball is small, Galland is also small. In addition, the ground is originally a rough gravel. The narrow stone steps make people stand unstable.

The lion rushed down from above with a rush, and slammed Galland back in a sudden, rolling down the stone steps.

He hugged his head subconsciously, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and the whole person rolled over several times.

However, when he saw that he was about to fall heavily under the stone steps, he stretched out his hands and hugged him.

The teenager who rushed up to catch him was not much bigger than him. He was also slammed out and rolled on the ground for several laps before stopping.

After stopping, Huimus quickly turned up and sat up, glancing at the child in his arms.

The child's white and tender arms and legs are now blue and purple, and there are many small scratches, which seem to be hit hard.

Heimus knew that it was just a traumatic injury. It's okay. He nervously looked at a bruise on the side of the forehead of the child who had lost consciousness, and yelled Gallan's name in a low voice.

The little lion screamed and ran over, presumably knowing that he was in trouble, turning around the comatose Gallan, and groaning from his throat.

Consciously trance

His body is very hot, like a fire, and almost all the blood in his whole body is dried.

He lay weakly, his breath weak, his body weak, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

He opened his eyes slightly, and all he could see was his face.

That man's supposedly handsome face always carried a cold evil that made people confused.

The golden-red eyes, like the pupils of the king cobra, made a chill on the back.

At that moment, those terrible eyes were staring at him.

He reached out with one hand, forcibly pinched his cheek, and pinched his mouth open.

The man stared at him with cold eyes, and poured poisonous water with a strong smell of medicine into his mouth.

He desperately grabbed the man's hand that pinched his cheek, but his weak strength made him only leave a scratch on the man's powerful wrist.

Poisonous water poured violently into his mouth, blocked his throat, and choked into his trachea.

The inside of the body where the poisonous water was raging hurt like a fire.

He was in pain all over, and the pain was so bad that all the tears came out.

He opened his eyes and swallowed his last breath.

At the last glance, it was still the chilly golden-red pupils.

His head hurt badly, and his consciousness was a little trance. He slowly opened his eyes and saw at one glance those golden eyes that looked down at him from above.

The man's hand pinched his cheek, as if he would be infused with poison in the next second|

The cold hairs of Garlan's body suddenly stood up at this moment.

He just woke up from a dream in the past and his mind was blank.

Without thinking, he thought he was still dreaming and raised his hand--

A crackling sound.

Gallan slapped it, almost exhausting all his strength, and slapped the face above.

Then, without waiting for the other party to react, he slammed the man away and turned himself up.

He stood, panting violently, staring straight at Huimus.

His hands on the side were clenched tightly, and his right hand was too hard because of the slap, and his palms were tingling.

"What are you doing?!"

A voice sounded loudly, and suddenly came in from the side.

The voice awakened Garland at once.

He reacted, looking at the obviously young boy who stood opposite him, and then saw Xiemuer who hurried over.

Oops.

He thought a little ignorantly.

I accidentally confuse my dream memories.

He looked at Huimus, whose cheeks had turned slightly red, opened his mouth, and wanted to apologize.

However, before he had time to say it, Xiemuer who had arrived interrupted him.

"Hyimos, time is up, come with me immediately."

Xie Muer glanced at Galland, and then looked at the little lion that was turning around Galland on the ground. Without saying anything, he turned his head to look at Heimus and said so.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, regardless of whether Heymos followed.

"That me"

Garland reached out and wanted to talk to Heimus, but Heimus didn't care about him with a cold face, and quickly caught up with Xie Muer who had gone away.

He stretched his hands awkwardly in the air and opened his mouth, but he could only watch the back of the two men disappear in his sight.

Finished.

Gallan covered his face.

Heimus had already seen himself as unhappy, and now I am afraid he hates him even more.

He was one step closer to his own death.

His fifth rebirth.

Less than three days.

Kicked King Camos.

Spilled Xiemuer ink.

Slapped by Huimus.

Well, it was a great success.

At this moment, the son of destiny covering his face has a hunch that he will die faster and worse than he had several times in this rebirth.