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6. Chapter 6
6. Chapter 6
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Under the bright sun, in 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 there were dense bushes behind him, and he could not escape.
The child was probably very frightened. He kept his head down without saying a word. The sun shining on his skin was white and tender. In addition to the delicate appearance of the small arms and legs, it looked really weak, pitiful, and so weak. helpless.
So, looking at the other side's pitiful appearance, the few little kids who have become more satisfied with bullying naturally wanted to make persistent efforts, and rushed forward together arrogantly. The eldest of them reached out to grab the blond child's hair, intending to hold down the stupid idiot who made people look so unpleasant, and ruthlessly tidied up like yesterday.
However, with one hand, didn't catch it.
The child avoided, and then they saw the child raise his head and smiled at them.
Yes.
The weak, poor, and helpless child raised his head and gave them a grin that was totally inconsistent with the cute little face.
For some reason, the hearts of several children suddenly trembled, and there was an ominous premonition.
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Just when the older children rushed over, with a click, Garlan's hand that had been behind him broke a branch from the bush behind him.
He had been groping for a while with his hands hidden behind him, and finally he found a satisfactory branch about the length of his arm.
Flexible, strong and durable.
Satisfied, he raised his head, grinned open his small mouth, showing white dangling tips of teeth, and smiled sternly at the few bear children who leaped at him.
Then he waved the branch in his hand high.
——I'm not sure Heimos can't cure you little shit boys?
Pop, pop, pop, pop!
There was a cheerful pop in the air.
It was the sound of the flexible branches hitting the flesh one by one.
The crackling sound was accompanied by the crying cry of the sucked bear children.
The style of painting has changed. It was originally a scene of a group of big men bullying a weak and weak child, and it turned into a scene where a child unceremoniously chased several children who were taller and stronger than him and beat him.
I saw the blond child jump and hide, waved a branch in his hand, and slapped it on the ass of the older child in front of him. The pain caused the other person to yell, clutching his ass and leaping.
The chubby kids didn't think it was right at first sight. Why did they become chased and beaten by them? Suddenly, his heart slammed, no matter what, his head lowered, like a savage bull, and the savage head slammed into Garlan. Garlan moved sideways lightly, hiding aside, and then kicked the fat child who rushed past him, kicking him and crouching. The fat child lay on his back on the ground, and then his chubby belly was slapped twice by the branches of the tree, and he cried out with a wow of pain.
For a time, the branches danced wildly, only to hear the popping sound constantly, accompanied by the painful shouts of several children.
These children are all heirs of the bloodline of the royal family. They are all spoiled at home. They are lawless in the daytime. They are used to bullying others. In this life, let alone be beaten, I am afraid that even No one has touched a finger.
At this moment, they were chased and beaten by a child who was younger than them holding a branch. They felt angry and ashamed for a while. They left a sentence of you and waited for you and then ran away crying.
Seeing those crying and harp running away, Gallan felt refreshed.
Refreshing and happy.
It was because he had eaten several times in a row at Huimos, and when he was panicking, someone came to the door to make him vent his anger.
The disobedient bear child should slap his ass severely.
Garlan, who was very vented, thought so.
Sure enough, no matter where you are, no matter what era, beating a bear child is really a sport that makes people feel extremely enjoyable.
Seeing that the backs of the running away bear children disappeared, Gallan did not chase them either. He casually threw the discounted branch to the ground, bent down and pressed his hands on his knees, panting, big and large sweats leaked from his pale golden forehead and dripped onto the ground.
The child's body is still too weak, and his physical strength is also terribly poor. If those little ghosts don't run, he will soon be unable to hold back showing up.
Beads of warm sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his arms.
Garlan panted, looking at her arm in vain.
Brown skin is regarded as a symbol of a superior person, a symbol of the blood of a superior nobleman, and his skin color...
Gallan shook his head.
You don't have to think about it. I'm afraid that this body and this face were inherited from the mother of his lower aristocrat, unlike his father of the city lord who was a superior aristocrat.
Presumably, when he was a child, Gallan was very inferior to this, otherwise he would not be able to tan and pretend to be a natural brown skin.
In this way, his previous life was really unlucky.
He was supposed to be the eldest son of a well-loved city lord, but because of his skin color, his father didn't care about his mother and his mother was always considered impure royal blood. He was secretly mocked as a bastard and looked down upon by other superior nobles.
Later, he finally became the king's brother, no one dared to chirp in front of him.
As a result, he was killed only ten years later, and the throne he was supposed to have was also snatched by Heimos who killed him.
Immediately afterwards, because he failed to sit on the throne, his destiny trajectory changed, and the kingdom was destroyed, so he was cursed by the angry gods-reincarnation, and he would never live to adulthood.
Then his reincarnation, who came back and wanted to correct his trajectory, was also unlucky, and he was killed by Heimos again and again...
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So in fact, he is not the son of destiny at all, he is the son of doom?
There are no gods at all who dote on him, there is only one god of doom, right?
Garlan gasped while spitting in his heart, and couldn't help but snorted softly with his nose.
After smoking those bear kids, he is now in a much better mood.
Although the psychological shadow that Huimos gave him is infinite, that doesn't mean that anyone can oppress him. Although his body is weak now, he has been reborn several times after all. As the heir to the first in line, he has to learn knowledge and martial arts...Well, he admits that his grades have always made his teacher look ugly. Can't do it.
So is he bullying the small like this?
…Forget it, bullying the small with the big, bullying the small with the big, anyway, those bear kids who like to bully people are already very unlearned.
After a while, after finally breathing well, Gallan raised his hand to wipe the sweat that had fallen on his chin, and straightened up.
In short, go back to his room and rest for a while. Suddenly, the amount of information received is too large, and his brain hurts. He feels that he needs to be in a quiet place, take his current situation apart, think about it, and figure out what to do next.
Thinking of this, he took steps to go back.
He lifted his foot, but didn't move it.
Something seemed to entangle his feet, too heavy to lift him.
He subconsciously looked down at his left foot.
A golden brown fluffy ball lay on his left foot, wrapped in a ball.
Two small fleshy claws hugged his ankles, the shrunken hair ball raised up the fluffy little head, looked at him innocently with amber eyes, and his two round ears trembled a few times.
Then Mao Tuan'er opened his mouth and whimpered at him.
Gallan: "???"
What the hell?
Why would a little milk lion come over and grab his feet?
The male lion is the sacred beast worshipped by this kingdom and one of the king's totem symbols. Even the king's flag is printed with a lion pattern. Therefore, the kings of the past dynasties will try to domesticate the lion as a symbol of their throne, but the lion is a 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 extremely favored by the holy beasts, and was able to successfully domesticate the lion. The reason why he is called the Lion King is because he is accompanied by at least two lions every time he goes on the battlefield.
Garlan bent over, grabbed the little milk lion by the back of its neck, picked it up, and stared at it carefully.
Could this be one of the few lions that followed King Camos in the south and north wars?
He thought of the majestic and arrogant male lions in his memory that turned a blind eye to people other than the king, and looked at the cat he was holding with his eyes open and his head tilted innocently. Looked at his little milk lion.
As soon as he was pinched, the little brown hair ball shrank, curled his limbs into a ball, looked at him with small eyes, opened his mouth, and groaned again.
Garland: "..."
You are a lion, please don't be cute, okay?
He stared at Xiao Mao Tuan to the left and right. He couldn't imagine how the cute little milk product he was carrying would grow into a horrified king of beasts on the battlefield.
Even though he was so complaining in his heart, Gallan still failed to resist the coquettish scream of the little milk lion. He shrank his hands and hugged the little milk lion in his arms, and gently rubbed the soft brown hair with one hand. The little brown hairballs huddled together comfortably in his arms, squinting to let him smooth the hairs, and occasionally licking his neck with his warm little tongue.
Fortunately, it's just a little milk lion. The barbs on the tongue are not sharp and don't make people feel painful. It's just a little itchy. Gallan couldn't help laughing, and tapped his finger on the fluffy one. The little head makes it safe.
After knocking on Xiao Maotuan's head, he suddenly heard the rustling sound of bushes moving not far away, as if someone was walking past the bushes.
Garlan held the little milk lion in his arms and turned to look subconsciously.
At this sight, he immediately froze.
I saw a huge head popping out of the bushes not far away from him. Then, his thick limbs slowly moved forward, taking a haughty and coercive step, and the huge torso was also exposed. come out.
Gallan had been completely petrified, and he dared not move.
A sturdy brown lion stood in front of him, looking down at him, with a long golden mane fluttering in the wind, and a pair of fiery eyes that made his legs soft at the first glance. , Fierce and intimidating.
My parents are looking for their lost children!
An abductor holding a child who was suspected of being lost was shivering.
I feel that I will be solved by the parent who came over in a matter of minutes.
Garlan stood stiffly on the spot, daring not to move, and let out a tragic scream in his mind.
Daddy Daddy Daddy Lion Daddy Sir!
Let me tell you, it was actually the claw that your child moved first, do you believe it or not?
Let's not say believe it or not, anyway, even if it is said, the lion will definitely not understand human words.
The mighty and powerful lion that was tall and the whole head looked down at the little baby in front of him, the huge head was slightly lowered, and the copper bells stared at the little baby who was holding his cub with big eyes.
In that posture, as long as a big mouth in the blood basin can easily bite off the whole little head of the little baby.
Human flesh flavor, crunchy and crispy.
Garlan's mind went blank.
It's over, it's over. He died before he left the school. This time he didn't die at the hands of Huimos, and was about to die in the mouth of a lion.
So it’s just that he can’t be the Son of Destiny at all, he is the Son of Doom——
Little milk lion, who had no idea that his father had found him, lay comfortably in the soft and warm arms of a frightened abductor, turned over and snored, and continued to sleep soundly.
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A big lion stands proudly, mighty and majestic.
The little child stood in front of the big lion who could swallow himself in one mouthful with his mouth open, and looked at the big lion eagerly with the little lion in his arms.
This time it was real, weak, pitiful, and helpless. Fupin Chinese
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