"Croak —"
Above him, the cry of a crow could be heard.
Chu Xiaoye lay on the Baobab tree to sleep. When he opened his eyes, it was already evening.
No one knew if the little white lion had left after being beaten up.
As for the Chino brothers, because they had seen something they should not have seen, they were still soaking in the mud and thinking about it.
On the distant grassland, cows and horses were in groups and the sun was setting.
Peace had returned to the bushes.
The carnivores left with their round stomachs. The flesh on the grass had been cleared and not even bones were left.
Chu Xiaoye stood up and looked at the zebras on the grassland.
He was hungry.
As a king, he had to hunt personally. Just the thought of it was a little sad.
When could he be like the blue-eyed lion king and have a group of loyal female lions that could fight well?
Obviously, he still had to wait.