A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the bright sunlight, in the broad daylight, a tragedy of the weak being bullied by the strong is about to take place.

The youngest child was surrounded by four older children who were older and stronger than him, and behind him were dense bushes that could not escape.

The child was probably very scared. He kept his head hanging down without saying a word. The sun shone on the skin that was white and tender, and the small arms and legs were soft and weak. It looked really weak, pitiful, and helpless.

So, looking at the little pitiful appearance of the other party, the few little fart children who have more and more bullying satisfaction naturally want to make persistent efforts, and together they rushed over in a huff. One of the biggest ones reached out and wanted to grab the blond kid's hair, intending to hold the stupid person who made people look so uncomfortable, and just as hard as possible to clean up the lesson as yesterday.

However, when he grabbed it, he didn't.

The child ducked away, and then they saw the child raise his head and smiled at them.

Yes.

The weak, poor and helpless child raised his head and smiled at them completely incompatible with the cute little face.

Somehow, the hearts of several children suddenly shook and had an ominous hunch.

Just as those elder children threw over, they clicked, and Galan kept the hand behind him folding a branch from the bush behind him.

He had been groping for a while after hiding his hands behind him, and finally found a satisfactory branch that was as long as his arm.

Flexible, strong and easy to use.

Satisfied, he raised his head and grinned his small mouth, revealing the twitchy white teeth, and smirked at the few bear children rushing at him.

Then he waved the branch high in his hand.

——I can’t figure out how Huimus can’t cure you little kids?

Papapap, Papapap, Papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapama!

There was a cheerful pop in the air.

That's the sound of flexible branches whipping on the meat at once.

The crackling sound was accompanied by the crying and crying of the pumped bear children.

The style of the painting turned around. It was originally a scene where a group of big men bullied a soft and weak child. It became a scene where a child chased a few children who were taller and stronger than him.

I saw that the blond child jumped and hid, waved a branch in his hand, and slammed it on the **** of the older child in front of him. The other person yelled in pain and jumped over his butt.

The chubby children looked wrong, why did they become chased and beaten? Suddenly my heart was crossed, no matter what, the head was low, like a barbarian cow, the barbarian head rushed towards Gallan. Garland moved sideways to the side, hiding aside, and then kicked the buttocks of the fat child who rushed past him, squatting him. The fat child was lying on the ground with his face up, and then his round stomach was twitched twice by the branches, and he burst into tears when he hurt.

For a time, the branches danced violently, only to hear the popping sound constantly ringing, accompanied by the painful cry of several children.

These children were all heirs of the bloodline beside the royal family. They were all spoiled at home. They are always lawless. They are used to bullying others. Not to be beaten in this life, I am afraid that even No one finger was touched.

At this moment, a child younger than them was chased and beaten with a tree branch. They only felt angry and embarrassed for a while. They left you waiting for you and then ran away crying and chirping.

Looking at the few crying and running away, Gallan felt refreshed.

Soothing and refreshing.

Originally, because he had been deflated several times in a row at Huimos, it was when he was panicking that someone sent him to let him out.

The disobedient bear child should slam his ass.

Garland, who was very vented, thought so.

Sure enough, no matter where, no matter what age, beating the bear child is really a very pleasant sport.

Watching the backs of the group of running bear children disappear, Garland did not chase. He dropped the broken tree branch to the ground, bent his hands against his knees and gasped for breath, and large sweat oozed from his pale blonde forehead and dripped to the ground.

The child's body is still too weak, and his physical strength is also terrible. If the little ghosts don't run, he will soon be unable to support the exposed stuff.

The warm sweat beads slipped off his cheeks and dripped on his arms.

Garland gasped while looking at his white-skinned arm.

Brown skin is regarded as a symbol of higher people, a symbol of the blood of the superior aristocracy, and his skin color

Garland shook his head.

Needless to say, this body and this face are probably inherited from the mother of his subordinate nobleman, unlike his father who was the nobleman of the superior nobleman.

Presumably, Garland was inferior to this point when he was a child, otherwise he would not be able to do such things as tan and pretend to be natural brown skin.

In this way, his previous life is really unlucky.

It was supposed to be a beloved eldest son of the city owner, but because of skin color, father did not love mother and love, and was always considered impure royal blood, secretly ridiculed secretly as a hybrid, and looked down upon by other superior nobles.

Later, he finally became the younger brother, and no one dared to twitch in front of him.

As a result, it was only ten years later that he was killed, and the throne that was supposed to be his was also snatched by Heimus who killed him.

Then, because he failed to sit on the throne, the trajectory of fate changed, the kingdom was overthrown, and he was cursed by the angry gods-reincarnation, and he could not live into life.

Then his reincarnation, which wanted to correct the trajectory, also followed bad luck, and was killed by Heimus again and again

So in fact he is not a child of destiny at all, is it a child of doom?

It is not the gods who spoil him, there is only one **** of doom?

Gallan groaned in his heart, but he couldn't help but snorted softly with his nose.

After drawing a few bear children, he is in a much better mood now.

auzw.com Although the psychological shadow area given to him by Heimus is infinite, it does not mean that anyone can bully him. Although his body is weak now, after all, he was reborn several times. As the heir to the throne, he must learn knowledge and martial arts. He admits that his achievements have never made his instructor look ugly.

So is he a big bully?

Forget it, bully the small and bully the small. Anyway, those bear kids who like to bully people are already foolish.

After a while, he finally breathed away, and Gallan raised his hand and wiped the sweat that had fallen on his chin and straightened up.

In short, go back to his room and take a break. Suddenly the amount of information received is too large, and my brain is sore. He felt that he needed to be in a quiet place to break apart his current situation and think about it carefully to figure out what to do next.

Thinking so, he stepped forward to go back.

As soon as my feet are raised, they are not lifted.

There seemed to be something entangled in his feet, so heavy that he couldn't lift it.

He subconsciously looked down at his left foot.

A ball of golden brown fluffy hair was lying on his left foot and wrapped in a ball.

Two small meaty claws hugged his ankles, and the shrunken hairball lifted the fluffy little head, and the amber eyes looked at him innocently, and the two round ears shook a little.

Then, Mao Tuan'er opened his mouth and whimpered at him.

Garland: "???

What the hell?

Why would a little lion cub come over and grab his feet?

The male lion is a sacred animal worshipped by this kingdom and one of the king's totem symbols. Even the king's flag is printed with the pattern of a lion. Therefore, the kings of all generations will try to domesticate the lion as a symbol of their throne, but the lion is a fierce beast after all, and there are very few people who can successfully domesticate the lion.

King Camos is a special case.

He seemed to be very popular with the Holy Beast, and he was able to successfully domesticate the lion. The reason why he is called the lion king is because every time he goes to the battlefield, there will be at least two male lions accompanying him.

Garland bent over, grabbed the little lion's back by the neck, and stared at it carefully.

Could this be one of the few lions who will follow Brother Camos to the south?

He thought of the majestic, proud, and mane lions in his memory who were indifferent to everyone other than the prince, and then look at the innocent person who tilted his head with his eyes like a kitten carried by him. The ground looked at his little milk lion.

When he was pinched and lifted his neck, the little brown hair flinched, curling his limbs into a ball, his small eyes looked at him, opened his mouth, and gurgled again.

Garland: ""

You are a lion, please don’t sell it cute?

He stared at Xiao Maotuan from left to right, he couldn't imagine how, this little cute little boy that he was carrying would grow into a king of beasts who would be frightened by the wind on the battlefield.

Although he was so vomited in his heart, Gallan still couldn't resist the coquettish whine of the little milk lion. He shrunk his hands and hugged the little lion cub in his arms, and gently rubbed the soft brown hair with one hand. The little brown **** clumped comfortably in his arms, squinting and letting him smooth his hair, occasionally licking his neck with a hot little tongue.

Fortunately, it was just a little lion cub, and the barb on his tongue was not sharp, and it did not make people feel pain, but it was a little itchy, and it was so itchy that Gallan could not help laughing, and tapped on the fluffy one. The little head let it settle down.

After knocking on the head of the small hair ball, I suddenly heard the rustling sound of the shrubs shaking not far away, as if someone had come across the bushes.

Garlan hugged the little milk lion in his arms and turned his head subconsciously to see.

At this point, he suddenly froze.

I saw a huge head popping out of the bushes not far away from him. Then, the thick limbs moved forward slowly, with a proud and coercive pace, and the huge torso was also exposed. come out.

Garland was completely petrified, and he dared not move.

A muscular brown lion stood in front of him, looking down at him, a long golden mane fluttering in the wind, a pair of charcoal eyes that made people's legs soft with a glance , Fierce light scary.

Mom, parents came to find their lost child!

An abductor holding a suspected lost child shivered.

I feel that I will be resolved by the parents who come to me in a minute.

Garlan stood rigidly in place, daring not to move, and uttered a tragic whine in his mind.

Dad, father, father, lion, father!

Let me tell you, it's actually the claw of your child's first move, do you believe it?

If you don’t believe it or not, anyway, even if you say it, the lion will certainly not understand people.

The giant lion, who was taller than the child, looked down at the little baby in front of him. The huge head was lowered slightly, and the copper bell stared at the little baby holding his little baby.

In that posture, as long as the blood basin has a big mouth, you can easily bite off the whole baby's small brain.

Human flavour, crispy.

Garland's mind was blank.

When it was over, the teacher didn't die before he died. This time, he didn't die in the hands of Huimos, but was about to die in the mouth of the lion.

So it is impossible to say that he is a child of destiny, and he is completely a child of doom--

I didn't know that the little milk lion that my dad had found came comfortably in the soft and warm arms of an abducted criminal who had been scared, turned over and snored, and continued to sleep soundly.

A big lion stood proudly and mighty.

The little child stood in front of the big lion who could swallow himself up with his mouth open, holding the little lion's eyes and staring at the big lion.

This time it was real, weak, pitiful, and helpless.