[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 17

The bright sun was shining on the ground, the breeze was passing by, and the crescent-shaped pool shimmered, and the fragrance of the lilac lotus flower spreading among the green leaves on the water surface was taken into the wind.

The sweet breeze breeze playfully surrounded a circle of huge round stone pillars, and then blown into the hall. On the spacious high platform, there is a soft and cool ice silk cloth. The white cloth hangs down along the edge of the high platform, and the corners embroidered with golden silk are on the blue stone floor.

The king of Aaron Landis sat on the high platform, one foot curled up, one foot fell from the edge of the high platform, and stepped on the ground. He wore a simple and neat dress like the first sight, except for the brown leather wristband with gold lines embedded on his wrists, there were no other accessories around him.

He propped his cheeks in one hand and tilted his head to look at the younger brother who was sitting cross-legged beside him. His eyebrows were raised slightly, and his expression looked extremely pleasant.

His brother's attention was not on him, but on the brown little **** of hair rolling in front of him.

The little hairball had two small paws holding a half-raised piece of meat, struggling to bite on it, but, although it worked hard, but its small teeth were not sharp enough to hold the piece of meat, and struggling to tear it After biting for a while, I gnawed off a small piece.

From Gallan's point of view, it seemed to him that the little milk lion was rolling around holding a ball of meat.

"Nega."

After a while, he stared at the little lion softly.

King Camos, who was watching him and the little lion, raised his mouth.

"Really, this is the name you gave it." He asked, "decided?"

"Yes."

"Nega, the patron saint of destruction and war," Camos smiled. "It seems that you have high expectations for this little guy."

"Because his father is so powerful, it should too"

Garland answered vaguely.

He thought, after all, it was the frightening lion on the battlefield that followed your brother Wang's southward expedition to the North Battle, how could he have a majestic name.

Otherwise, when you need the big lion to play on the battlefield later, Brother Camos you shouted in front of everyone-

‘Mimi, rush! ’

‘Mimi, bit him! ’

‘Mimi, come with me! ’

Suddenly he had an urge to call the little hairball named Mimi.

Shaking his head, throwing away the spoof in his mind, Gallan glanced down at the little hairball in front of him who was still struggling to fight the flesh, how could it feel so wasteful?

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help but stick out his fingers and poke at the fluffy little head. The little milk lion poked over the head put down the meat piece that was trying to nibble, raised his small head to look at him, and then tossed the meat piece aside, rolled aside, facing up to the sky, with his limbs up, and facing Gal Lan exposed his round belly, and gazed at Gallan with small eyes, and then whimpered with milk.

Rub me rub me

Garland: ""

I think you are still called Mimi

Camos naturally didn't know what Garland was thinking in his mind at this moment. If he knew that, the nerves were as big as him, and it was estimated that he had to twitch the corner of his mouth twice, and then deprived a child of the naming rights.