MTL - Heroic Death System-Chapter 191 $07. Run, fox

After the adult ceremony, Mutu’s prestige in the tribe is significantly higher, and the attitude of the tribe has changed subtly and become more respectful. However, because of the favor of the Lion King, it is gradually accepted by most Lion members. It is no longer necessary to work in the early days, and the time is arranged by Mutu.

As a lion, Mutu does not have to go out to hunt every day. His main duty is to guard the tribe and protect the ethnic group. But Mutu is not a person who enjoys happiness. He believes that only fighting can make people grow up faster and gain more powerful power.

Mutu has become interested in riding since the last time he used the yak to expel the dog. He keenly discovered that this was a new way of fighting and had a lot of lethality, so he decided to try it for himself to see if he could tame a group of yaks and set up a yak riding team.

When the dog killed his people and invaded his territory, Mutu could not let them go. But the cold season is coming, the people are busy storing food, and there is not much time and energy to find revenge for the dog.

The cold season of the Caroqi Mountain is very strange. The cold weather and lack of food are secondary. The real horror is the death of the gods. Death whirlwind is like a small whirlwind, no traces to go without a trace, as long as they are scraped, they will freeze into icicles in an instant. No matter how powerful the creature is, it can't be defeated in the face of death. The only way to survive is only one word - escape.

So the creatures of Mount Caroqi rarely come out during the cold season, especially the last month of the most active death of the ice.

Although the lion orcs prefer meat, they will be vegetarian when food is scarce.

In order to get through the cold season, you can still open a few vegetable plots next to your own house and transplant some edible wild vegetables, wild fruits and herbs. He did not find the field near the tribe, indicating that they were not good at planting.

When learning to plant in the smelting space, the first lesson is to identify the common plants in each world. The light lesson took a lot of time. Although he is only a skill, he needs to master the knowledge of different worlds. This is why he spends several years in each study. Of course, this time is compressed by the tempering space, and he does not feel the passage of time.

"Fox, don't play with your grass, go out with me, I found a group of yaks." Mutu stood in the spirit and stood outside the fence to say hello.

Can still clean up, take the weapon and follow him out.

In the past ten days, Mutu has been trying to domesticate the yak, but the effect is not satisfactory. The lion's breath will make the yak feel fearful, no matter how hard and hard he can, they can't let them completely obey.

There is still an idea, but I don't know if I can make it, so I have not told him for the time being.

The two came to the yak group, and Mutu immediately used a rope to ride a yak and then began his battle of bullfights.

You can still sit on the treetops and watch the "ying" of someone flying up and down.

At this time, he found that there was a broken trap not far away, and there were some messy footprints around the trap.

Can still turn over the tree, before the trap, go down and see a small yak trapped inside, panicked and screamed.

You can still take off the rope on the waist, tied it to the trunk, then jumped down the rope and tied the other to the calf.

He rubbed his weight with his hand, and said that he had a hundred pounds. He could not get it by himself. I am preparing to call Mutu, but I see that he has appeared above the trap.

Needless to say, Mutu grabbed the rope and his whole body muscles soared, pulling the little yak and the little fox together.

Still not standing still, he was kissed by Mutu, and then he listened to his arrogance: "I will eat roast cows today."

Acceptable: "..."

Finally, it was not possible to make a roast cow because he decided to bring the little calf back to raise it.

"Well, we can catch some young cubs and go back to the captivity, so there will be fresh meat in the cold season." Mutu is inferior, but farming is not a simple matter, a few are okay, dozens of hundreds If it is, the feed becomes a problem. When the cold season arrives, no one dares to go out and collect the fodder. The wild vegetables that are currently grown are not as generous as the luxury used to make feed.

Mutu apparently thought of this, and shook his head and said, "I will wait until the cold season has passed."

The two took out the dry meat and simply ate a meal. Mutu was ready to continue fighting with the yak.

Can still lie on the grass sideways, watching him look like a high-spirited look, secretly spit: this guy tossed the yak every time, drag it back to reserve food. According to his sloppy way of eating people without even a bone, it is estimated that you will never want to tame a yak.

Still stand up and plan to go nearby to find out if there is anything suitable for growing new varieties.

Mutu heard the footsteps and looked back. Seeing that he could walk slowly toward the woods, the big tail swayed, letting his eyes move uncontrollably.

Seeing that it is still a long way to go, Mutu rushed past like a whirlwind, fiercely throwing him into the grass, then tearing off his pants, pulling his legs and sprinting in quickly.

Still snoring, the body was unprepared to be invaded by foreign objects, and I couldn't help but be annoyed. He patted his chest with his tail and made a silent protest.

Mutu saw that he was uncomfortable, and his movements immediately eased and began to patiently soothe his body and help him relax. After a moment, he will lean against the trunk, hold his waist, and press it up...

The two returned to the tribe until the sun set.

Mutu was shirtless, a body-building muscle, and messy with a few fresh scratches.

She was wearing Mutu's animal skin, which was slightly wide, and made his original slim body more petite.

The nearby orcs saw the appearance of the two, and all of them showed the smile of the heart. They are all masters of the field. From the traces of the body and the damage of the clothes, we can see the intensity of the battle. In view of Mutu's physical strength, it is still possible to walk at this moment, which is enough to make people look at it.

The two brought the two yaks back, the big ones were used as reserve grain, and the small ones were handed over to the captives.

Mutu originally thought that it was only the little yak that was used as a winter food. I didn't expect him to be very good at it. Not only is it delicious every day, but he often bathes him, helps him massage, and sleeps with it!

The yak is so ugly, the fur is so thick, the courage is so small, where is it worth the fox? His patriarch has not enjoyed this treatment!

Mutu is out of anger.

When he returned to the room in the evening, he took off his light and strongly demanded that he still be able to bathe him, help him massage, and sleep with him!

Still calmly admiring his figure, then nodded to him.

Mutu smiled openly, watching him pour warm water into the pool of stone, tried the water temperature, and then waved at him.

Mutu immediately ran over and jumped into the pool cheerfully, splashing a splash of water. When he turned back, he saw that he could turn and walk out of the hut.

"Fox, still massage!" He hurriedly yelled at his back.

There was no response outside, but for a moment, he saw that the little yak was still coming in.

Mutu asked in amazement: "What are you bringing it with?"

He could still smile at him, and then led the shivering little calf into the pool.

Mutu’s face was incredible, and the fox actually let the yak bathe with him! What is the majesty of his lion king!

The little yak was smashed by Mutu, and he was stunned and stunned on the other side of the pool. He couldn’t help but call.

Still sitting on the edge of the pool, let the little yak rest his head on his lap and gently stroke his back to appease his emotions.

But for a moment, the little yak calmed down, resting on the legs of Shang Ke, and a pair of black eyes sneaked into the terrible behemoth not far away.

Mutu saw that this guy actually occupied the fox leg that should have belonged to him, hurriedly swam over, rudely squeezed it out and put his head on it.

The little yak was a little angry, and he didn't dare to worry about him. He could only sneak to the other side and hold on to another leg.

I can still look at my two heads on my legs and can't help but laugh.

"Fox, massage!" Mutu said with a rough voice.

However, the current posture is not convenient for massage, so it slides into the pool, indicating that Mutu is at the edge of the pool, and then starts to pinch on his shoulders and back.

Mutu closed his eyes and gave a comfortable snoring in his mouth. The tight muscles gradually relaxed, and a messy golden hair stretched.

The little yak had always been nervously attached to Shang Ke, seeing Mutu that his face was shunned and not as scared as before. After watching it for a while, it carefully swam over, learned Mutu's appearance, and leaned his chin against the pool, so that he could still be "fortunate."

Mutu was still sleepy, but when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt his fingers move away.

He opened his eyes halfway and glanced sideways at the side, and found that he was still giving him a massage, and he was waiting for the little yak!

Mutu gave a low-pitched threat, and the little yak was immediately scared to the cold and slammed into the back.

I could still look at him with dissatisfaction.

Mutu anger: The fox actually licked him for the yelling yak!

He slammed Shangkela over and pressed it on a flat stone platform and began a fierce "punishment."

The little yak soaked in the water, only revealing a pair of shining big eyes, looking at the creatures that were mating at the pool, silently vomiting bubbles.

This "punishment" continued until the next morning, but it was still not learned, and often took a bath with a small calf and Mutu.

After several protests, Mutu also gave up. The fox is stubborn, and even the Lion King can only accept it.

At this time, Mutu did not know why he was so good to a small yak, so that he would be embarrassed. It wasn't until the cold season that he had the first mount that was like an arm, and he really understood his intentions...