The system takes the poor cub to find his father

If Yu Mumu could see through Li's doubts, he would definitely explain with pride: "It doesn't hurt me!

"I have absorbed the vitality of this porcupine. Besides, this piece of clothing I am wearing was given to me by Xiao Qi. It is invulnerable to swords and guns. Those sharp quills can't hurt me at all."

Yu Mumu slowly climbed down from the hill of bones, and walked with his short legs straight to the big white tiger Li hiding behind the tree. As Yu Mumu approached step by step, Li's eyes followed him closely, and there was both vigilance and a hint of curiosity in his ice-blue eyes.

Yu Mumu slowly squatted down beside Li, holding his chin with both hands, staring at the white tiger intently. He observed carefully, and seeing that the white tiger had no intention of attacking him, he tentatively stretched out his hand.

At the same time, his gray eyes were closely watching the white tiger's every move, ready to deal with any emergency at any time. When he found that the white tiger not only did not attack, but even docilely placed its big head under his palm, Yu Mumu's eyes suddenly lit up, and the originally dead gray eyes were now full of surprise and excitement.

"Brain Tiger! Mumu likes you! Come home with Mumu, and Mumu will take care of you, okay?"

As the little guy spoke, he kept touching the white tiger. Seeing that the white tiger had no intention of hurting him, he became even more unscrupulous and lay directly on the white tiger's head, burying his little face deeply in it.

But before he could take a good breath, he suddenly raised his head and coughed twice.

Hmm... How should I put it? Although tigers are good to smell, tigers that haven't taken a bath still have a smell. In addition, you just had a big fight with a porcupine, so even if you are a white tiger, you are not very clean.

Yu Mumu muttered softly. Although he thought so in his heart, looking at the majestic white tiger in front of him, he still thought it was good-looking, even though it was a dirty tiger.

Yu Mumu slowly jumped down from the white tiger's head. Fearing that he would fall, he lowered his big head to allow him to land safely.

The cub's foot accidentally stepped on Li's nose, and Li couldn't help but bared his teeth and uttered a low warning. After making sure that the cub was standing firmly on the ground, Li turned his head, put his head on his front paws, and slowly closed his eyes.

The fierce battle with the porcupine just now consumed a lot of his physical strength. Now that it has finally calmed down, he has to take the time to close his eyes and rest to recover his physical strength.

"Roar!" Go home quickly.

Li closed his eyes and growled in a low voice. As for the words of the little cub that he would take him home to raise, he just regarded it as a naive little cub's pity for him, a disabled waste, and did not take it to heart.

"Won't you come with me? Your leg is injured. I can help you heal it."

Yu Mumu looked at Li lying on the ground curled up in a ball, feeling unwilling to give in and still wanting to fight for it again.

In his memory, no one had ever protected him as selflessly as this big brain tiger just now. He was extremely attached to this warmth, and he didn't want to let Li leave so easily.

As Yu Mumu spoke, he was thinking in his mind that if Li was willing to go with him, that would be great; but if it refused again, he wouldn't mind knocking it out and taking it away. He looked up at Li's huge body and began to seriously consider whether his space could accommodate this big tiger.

Hearing the little cub actually say that he could heal his legs, Li couldn't help but laugh. Even the most respected priest in the tiger tribe was helpless against his injury. How could this little cub, who was not even as big as his own claws, be so confident that he could heal his crippled legs?

In the tiger tribe, most of the tribesmen who were less seriously injured than him ended up having their legs chopped off by the high priest, applying medicine and leaving it to fate. However, most of them could not survive the pain and returned to the arms of the Beast God early.

Li still remembers that he once had a best friend whose leg was injured by prey during a hunting trip. The leg swelled up to almost twice its original thickness.

The brother knew that his leg was beyond saving.

So on a quiet night, he quietly dragged his crippled leg away from the gathering place of the tribe. At that time, all the warriors watched him limping and slowly disappearing into the night.

Li understood that his brother did not want to become a burden to the tribe, because the high priest could not cure his injuries, and staying in the tribe would only increase his pain.

Li himself was attacked by the old patriarch he trusted, his limbs were broken, and he was carried back to his cave by his tribe members after he passed out due to excessive bleeding. The old leader ordered that no one should approach him, under the pretext of not disturbing him while he was recovering from his injuries.

Ke Li knew that the old chief was afraid that the other tribesmen would know that his injury was caused by him. Once this matter got out, it would be difficult for the old chief to gain the trust of the tribesmen, and his position as chief would be in jeopardy.

Now, this little cub vowed that he could cure his leg injury. How could Li not find this ridiculous?

"Roar!" Do you know what you are saying?

Li couldn't help but speak again, with a hint of doubt in his voice.

In the orc tribe, only priests have the ability to communicate with heaven and earth. Their status is extremely transcendent. Even the tribal leader has to be courteous in front of the priests. Now this little cub actually said that he has such an ability. How is this possible?

"I know! I said I would save you!" Yu Mumu looked confused and tilted his head to look at Li, not understanding why the big brain tiger kept asking this.

"Roar!" Are you the future priest being trained by some tribe?

Li Bing's blue vertical pupils were filled with doubt and inquiry at this moment. He stared at Yu Mumu closely, trying to find any trace of lying on the little guy's face.