Lion King's Adopted Son

Fifteen

Halfway through, Gerald suddenly felt the fur on the back of his neck tighten, and then found himself "flying". His feet are still moving forward, but his body has already left the ground.

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Gerald wiped her eyes hard, looking confused and innocent: "Why hasn't the hallucination gone?"

At this time, he heard a long-lost voice from above its head: " After being separated for so many days, did you see that Dad didn't even know how to come and say hello? You are such a bad boy, Gerald!" he seemed to hear the grinding of his teeth: "You were taught badly by Claire and the others! "

Gerald slowly raised his head, tilting his head to look at the source of the sound. Due to the stimulation of the sun, he blinked and it took a long time to get used to it, and then, in the backlight, he saw the face that was very familiar to him again: "Pascal?"

Oh, no, how could he seePascal? You know, every time he has nightmares, it is the scene where Pascal eats him. Now in the hallucination he sees Pascal, is he going back tonight to have another nightmare?

... Gerald should be thankful that Pascal couldn't hear what he was thinking, or he would have let him have a good nightmare-a live version of a nightmare. However, just because of his dazed and unsure attitude, Pascal was very unhappy.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, don't you even know Dad? Do you need me to help you confirm my identity?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gerald felt a wet barbed tongue from her own. He licked my body, combed my ears to get rid of parasites, and then licked my cheek again, making it drool all over my face. Gerald stiffened, not daring to move. Under the extreme nervousness, he turned back into a little lion with his head down and a sluggish look! If this change had happened a few days ago, he would have been very happy, but now, he is not so happy - he is one step away from Pascal's sharp teeth.

This licking-and-fuzzing may have been a comfortable bath for the lions, but for Gerald it was a nightmare. On the tip of Pascal's tongue, he was always worried, worried that he would be rolled up by Pascal's big tongue and swallowed into his mouth. Although he is in the nature of big cats to dislike getting their fur into water, Gerald went to take a wet bath and did not want to be cleaned by other lions in this way.

Gerald wasn't even sure if Pascal was simply cleaning him up, or assessing his palatability as a food, he licked him so carefully that it was almost like tasting it. Although Pascal hadn't had time to teach Gerald a lesson, he had already given Gerald the most severe punishment unconsciously.

"What's your expression?" Pascal looked at Gerald's pale little face and said disapprovingly, "I haven't punished you for not recognizing your Dad!" You've been wronged first! "Which lion cub didn't grow up in wrestling?" Is it really okay for this one of his family to be so delicate?

"When did you get here?" It took a while for Gerald to recover from his rigid state.

"I've been looking for the entrance that Jem, the black panther that brought you here, since yesterday, and it wasn't until this morning that I managed to get into the tribe. See the prey there? I was also involved in the hunt of the tribe today... Hey, what's that expression on yours?"

"No, I'm just a little... surprised." Gerald silently swallowed the word "horror", some words, or Better not to let Pascal hear it, the lion can't bear to get angry.

"Surprise? You mean, you didn't expect to see me here at all?"

"You know, your presence was a little too sudden for us after all..."

"I thought you knew I was coming. Have you never thought about this? You don't believe I will come to you?" Pascal's expression suddenly became a little dangerous.