MTL - Heroic Death System-Chapter 187 $03. Run, fox

A chicken apparently couldn’t fill the emptiness of the lion. He looked at the oil on his paws and looked at it in silence.

It is still possible to give him a bowl of three fresh soup, the husk used to hold the soup is two-thirds larger than the spotted mouse.

After tasted the delicious taste of the chicken, Mutu was a bit disgusted with the soup, but compared with his weight and the weight of the fat mouse, he was satisfied with it, and he drank a good light, and the taste was unexpectedly good. He looked at it with a deep look. He didn't know that this little fox had this kind of craft.

Such a talented person who can kill the enemy and enter the room to hold the house should be placed on his side.

After eating and drinking enough, you can start to help Mutu clean the wound and re-apply. Mutu's body is criss-crossed, with stab wounds, axe injuries, and arrow wounds. There are several wounds that are deeply visible in the bones, and the skin is fleshy. This guy seems to feel no pain and does not change color. Only when he can still apply medicine to him will he frown slightly.

It is still possible to use the leaves soaked in the medicinal juice to almost fill the front and back of Mutu, and then fix it with a circle of hot scalloped strips. The linen was torn from Mutu, and his shirt was cut down and used for waste.

Mutu saw that his movements were skillful, and the dressing technique was neat and tidy. He couldn’t help but ask: "Are you a witch medicine?"

This era is backward in medicine and has not yet established a relatively sound medical foundation. The "Witch Doctor" in Mutu's mouth only knows some simple pharmacological knowledge. Their more important duty is to ask God to pray, usually by the highly respected and experienced elders. Therefore, Mutu asked "Witch Doctor" instead of "Witch Doctor."

Still shaking his head, the long hair in front of his forehead gently swayed with his movements.

Mutu was trying to reach out and grab his hair, but he saw him get up and go outside.

"Where?"

I could turn around and pick up the remaining cloth and make a face-lifting action.

Mutu no longer asked, silently watching the back of his departure. The light outside the hole made his body extraordinarily sturdy. The long white hair hangs down and the fluffy big tail sways gently behind him. Like a soft fan, people can't help but want to touch two. .

Mutu found a temperament that was completely different from other orcs in this fox. It was quiet, soft, and uncontested, and there was something like nothing... charming.

Such a person, even if he just stands quietly beside him, can make people feel comfortable. How could he feel nothing before?

In the evening, a wild boar can be returned. Looking at his slender shoulders and carrying a fat wild boar, Mutu always felt that something was wrong.

It is still possible to start with a knife and start cutting the wild boar. Looking at today's weather, he estimated that it will rain tomorrow, so he hunted a big wild boar back, lest he should go out to hunt for hunting tomorrow.

Mutu looked at his movements intently. In the dark cave, the silver light flashed like a dance, with a wonderful sense of rhythm.

In the midst of ecstasy, the wild boar has already been processed, half of the leaves are wrapped in leaves, and the other half is made into fat, so that Mutu has not eaten enough.

In the middle of the night, there was heavy rain outside, and the dampness of the atmosphere made Mutu sleep very uneasy. At this moment, I suddenly felt a warmth in my chest.

Mutu slowly opened his eyes and saw a snow-white big tail gently covering his chest. The soft and warm touch dispelled the coolness of his body. Mutu looked sideways, and the owner of the tail was in a group, lying quietly beside him, and he could wrap him in his arms as soon as he reached out.

This thought has just started and the arm has passed. The slender narrow waist contrasts sharply with your own roughness. The loose animal skin slides under the shoulders, revealing a large, smooth skin. Under the animal skin skirt, the two slender legs twitched slightly, and the knees leaned against his thighs.

Mutu tightened his lower abdomen and suddenly felt his throat dry. He couldn't help but get close, sniffing in his neck, and the faint body fragrance mixed with the heat of the body.

Mutu took a bite out of his neck uncontrollably. The lion's desire always came very quickly, but Mutu had just taken over as the patriarch and had not had time to enjoy the lion's spouse right. All the females of the Lions belong to the Lion King. Without the permission of the Lion King, no other lion can mate with the female. Only when the adult ceremony is held can the Lions youth find their partner.

The former lion character is tyrannical, and all young and beautiful females are regarded as their own private objects. Even if other lions are adult, he will not be assigned to them. Unless they leave the ethnic group, they can only choose some older and more mediocre as a partner.

Taken in the power of the Lion King, the young lions are afraid to speak. It was not until Mutu challenged the Lion King and won the battle that he finally ended his predecessor.

Mutu became a Lion King for two months, and two months from adulthood. That is to say, Mutu defeated the powerful Lion King with his courage and force when he was still young, which made him highly respected among young lions, but some older lions may not really be convinced.

The previous Mutu had no idea about the female, but now she is emotional because of a fox. As for the race issue, he did not consider it at all.

Mutu was trying to "study" the fox around him, and suddenly saw a big tail traversing and covering his face. Then the fox felt a lazy waist, then turned over and continued to sleep.

Mutu saw that his tail had also been taken away from him. Some of them were dissatisfied, and they stretched out their hands and re-taken him into his arms.

Well, it’s very comfortable to hold.

Mutu’s mouth rose and clung to the back of the fox, slowly closing his eyes.

The next day, the heavy rain has not stopped. Fortunately, you can still be prepared in advance, and don't worry about food for the time being.

He did not find that Mutu looked at his eyes and became a little hot and unpredictable...

In the days that followed, it was still possible to go out to collect medicines and prey every day, and to clean up the traces that might be left behind. Mutu was responsible for raising and cultivating the outside. After a few days of careful conditioning, coupled with his own resilience, the body's injuries have basically healed, but still can not carry out strenuous exercise.

Obviously, he was seriously injured and fell into the wilderness. Mutu was still able to fatten a few laps, and he was also the same with the worm. Looking at their round body, they can almost doubt that they can still run, perhaps with a faster roll.

Time has been unconscious for a dozen days, but you can carefully look at the surrounding terrain and examine the route back to the tribe in advance.

At this time, only about half a month away from the blood-washing lions of the dog-dog family. Seeing the recovery of Mutu, the time should be too late.

On this day, Mutu boringly teased the spotted mouse in the cave while waiting for him to come back.

But until the afternoon, it still hasn't come back yet.

Mutu has some concerns, but he is still punctual every day, rarely late, but today he is still missing. He suppressed the irritability in his heart and waited for half an hour. He still couldn't see the figure. He finally couldn't sit still and decided to go out and find someone.

Following the usual route, Mutu quickly shuttled through the forest. I was very careful, and I didn't leave my breath along the way. After a few minutes, Mutu smelled a faint **** smell. Soon, on a few leaves, he found the blood that had not dried up completely, and there was a smell that made him disgusted.

Walking the dog!

Mutu's face is iron, and speeds up to the source of the breath.

The blood smell in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and Mutu accurately captures the smell of the fox in the trail of the hyena.

He did encounter a dog!

From the direction of the spread of the scent, the fox apparently wants to lead the hyena to prevent them from discovering themselves.

Mutu snorted and raised the speed again. The whole person was like a golden arrow, flying quickly through the dense trees.

But for a moment, he heard the screams of the hyena and the fighting sound of the battle.

I rushed out of the bush and saw that it was being besieged by several hyenas. He is smart and long-haired. On the white hair on the left side, a piece of blood was splashed like a blooming poppy flower. Long hair swayed, revealing half of the beautiful face, a drop of blood fell on the corner of the eye, like a red tear, adding a touch of color to him.

Yan Fanghua, so Mutu is amazing.

But at this moment, I couldn’t take it for granted, and rushed to the Hyena people with awe-inspiring power.

The new hatred and the old hate, Mutu started without mercy, and several hyenas were quickly killed and retired.

"Withdraw!" The dog's head collar shouted.

“Want to go?” Mutu’s eyes flashed in the cold, and the axe on his hand was smashed out, accurately hitting a hyena that was about to escape.

Then he picked up a big knife from the ground and, together with Shang, chased the remaining hyenas.

Ten minutes later, the battle ended and finally a schnauzer ran away.

"Yanu, are you okay?" Mutu held the shoulder of Shang Ke and asked with concern.

Still shaking his head, it means nothing.

Mutu looked around and said, "Come on, let's go back to the tribe."

Naturally, there is no opinion, and this is his plan. And because of the appearance of this group of hyenas, he had a plan to disclose the traitor and the dog to prepare for a sneak attack.

The two returned to the cave and took food and weapons on the road.

You can already check the route beforehand, so you don't have to worry about getting lost.

This in turn makes Mutu feel the fox's heart is as thin as hair, it is simply a must-have for home travel.

On the way, texts and strokes can still be used to tell Mutu about the dog's plan and the traitor's identity. It is said to have been overheard from the mouths of the dogs.

Mutu is now very trusting in the past, from his care for himself in these days, and he does not hesitate to use himself as a bait to help him lead the dog, so that he has no reason to doubt him.

It’s just that he can’t accept that his brother wants to be put to death, even if he does not hesitate to collude with the hyena.

Mutu suppressed the pain in his heart and looked up at the direction of the tribe. His eyes flashed a decisive cold light.

At this moment, a whistle came, a figure standing on the treetop, pointing to the distance, turning back to Mutu to reveal a happy smile. The white big tail swayed in the wind, and the sun sprinkled a splendid light spot on him, which made people breathe.

The murderous temper of Mutu swept away and jumped up, hooking the fox's waist, like a blast, and swiftly heading toward the tribe.

The only gain from this attack was probably to let him really know the fox.