Chapter 6:

Pascal placed Gera on the side of the warthog, so that he could bite the warthog as soon as he stretched his head. Jella was really hungry, and he didn't treat him with Pascal, and opened his mouth to bite at the warthog. It's a pity that I couldn't bite down without taking a sip.
Warthog's flesh is too hard for him, and Jella feels like he's biting a stone. The smell of blood and fresh meat between the noses caused Jella's saliva to be constantly secreted. He lifted his head, babbled, and bit his mouth again. This time, he put his front paw on the stomach of the warthog and started working with his mouth left and right, but he was helpless with thick-skinned warthogs.
Jella's gaze looking at the warthog in front of her was about to get angry. What could be more bitter than a piece of meat in front of him who could not eat? At this moment, Jella was intrigued. He wandered around the warthog, and finally chose the softer hip of the warthog. But the warthog's is leaning against a large tree, and it's impossible for Jella to bite directly, and it is very difficult to bite it from the side of the warthog.
Gela's small paw was pulled on the warthog, trying to climb up, because his leg was injured, and he looked a bit unstable. After finally climbing to half, it slipped off the warthog and took a sip of mud.
Jella shook her head, glanced at Pascal who was squatting beside him, and saw that he was looking at himself with interest, as if he was doing a good show, and did not mean to take the initiative to help.
Jella, who could n’t eat the food, felt fooled. She simply stopped doing useless work and lay down with her back against Pascal, struggling to fight for food and blood. physical strength.
Pascal walked up to it, and from the reflection of his pupils, Jella could see that he had become a little cat.
"Little guy, is it so difficult for you to ask me for help?"
"But you just want to see me ugly, don't you? If you don't satisfy your bad taste, I'm afraid I won't find peace." Hunger and anger overwhelmed Jella's fear of Pascal, and it can't do it now. To a good voice.
"Did I condone you too much, eh? You dare to talk to me like that!" Pascal narrowed his eyes. When the lion reconciled his kindness, his domineering and side was fully revealed.
Gila is so small under the huge symmetry of the male lion, it has no doubt that as long as the male lion sticks out a paw, it can be flattened.
Gela's small body flinched, squatting in the corner, afraid to look at Pascal's eyes. The sharpness and ferocity contained in those vertical pupils made it cold all over the body.
"Look at you, I have to do this to be a little bit better." Pascal calmed his whole body, watching the little lion look scared by it, and he was in a good mood. No wonder the lion dads like to make a show of their children from time to time, it feels really good.
Well, he admits that he just likes to bully the little guy, watching the little guy feel wronged and dare not to speak. However, he is the only one who can bully the little guy.
At this time, Pascal did not know where this feeling came from, and how far it would go in the future.
Pascal shook the dense mane on his body: "Listen, it's not good for you to talk to me. I said, I will be your father in the future, you-you can ask me for help." Then he went up Ripped a piece of meat from Warthog's thigh before crossing it to Jella.
Despite being scared by Pascal, Jella has lost her appetite, but she still needs food-even if her mouth doesn't need it, her stomach needs it.
Pajkar felt a little contentment as Jella chewed the meat he had fed him.
"If you're full, take a good rest and don't run around. If you get caught by a hyena again, I won't care about you."
"Got it."
Not long after eating, Jella fell asleep. It needs rest to restore physical strength and wounds on the body. Pascal's nerves were tense and he was consuming a lot of energy just now when he faced the coercion of Pascal. Now he is really sleepy.
Pascal saw Jella falling asleep without disturbing him, but stood up and walked out of the den.
The average lion likes to move at night, this habit is much weaker on him.
Pascal is not like the male lions in other territories. In addition to eating and sleeping, he just visits the territories leisurely, or flirts with his wife. Occasionally, when a foreign enemy invades, he reveals his majesty as a lion. The work of inspecting the territory was handed over to the other three lions in turn, and he didn't have to worry about it. He devoted more time to training himself and improving his ability.
In a dazzling golden light, Pascal once again turned into a human form. He walked to an open place, and from here he could see a group of vultures flying in the sky. The guys didn't know where to find good things, and this time, when they were rushing to food as usual When they were located, they did not know they had embarked on a journey of death.
Pascal raised his left hand, and a ball of golden light quickly brewed over the palm of his hand. The snoring sound from the air showed that the energy of this light ball could not be underestimated. The light ball was thrown into the sky, and with the sound of the explosion spreading out, soon the vultures fell from the air without falling. These unlucky guys whom Pascal has been the subject of practice have suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and if God knows it, they will sigh for their luck.
The goshawk hovering for food in the sky saw this scene, and was frightened, and quickly told the news to their people, admonishing them to be careful when hunting over the territory of the male lion Pascal! Otherwise, maybe one day, like the unlucky vultures, they will turn into a pile of roasted birds.
The members of the Pascal Lion Group apparently noticed this movement, which was different from the restlessness of the birds on the grassland, and they were very surprised.
"Being able to hit the power wave so far, the adult's power level must have reached level 4. It is indeed an adult! Oh, let me think, it seems that it is only less than two years before the adult breaks through the third level, right? "
"Now, even if the city owner sends his guards to hunt down the adults, the adults don't have to be afraid. The adults have eaten too much on the level before!"
"However, to be honest, I still feel a little weird. After all, it took five years for the adult to break from the second level to the third level, and his speed of breakthrough has been considered very fast. It makes no sense in such a short time. Can break through again. I do n’t know what method the adult used ... Oh, I hope this will not have a negative impact on the body of the adult. "
The members of the Pascal Lions never seem to worry about food, they have a strong hunting ability. In the same case, they hunted twice as many prey as the Lions of Ghana, and even more.
Today, they have hunted a buffalo, which is enough for every member of the lion group. In order to take care of the new members of the lion group, the lionesses also returned a dying calf, wanting to let Jella practice hunting.
Among the other lions, the lioness is the wife of the male lion except the daughter of the male lion. However, in the Pascal lion group, Pascal, the head of the male lion, is still single, and there is only one couple in the entire lion group. They all have the ability to become human. They have more powerful power than ordinary lions, but their ability to reproduce is far less than ordinary lions. This caused the Pascal Lions to have no baby lions for a long time. Now, Gela is the only cub in the Lions. As a matter of course, it received extra care from the lionesses.
Jella poked her head out of the cave-in order to avoid the wind and rain, Pascal put it in a small cave to heal, and carefully laid the meadow. But before he found the cave, Jella was still in the rain, so he was unfortunately sick before the injury was good.
He looked at the little calf struggling in horror in front of him, and, instinctively, wanted to pounce and bit his throat, but was unable to do so.
"What's the matter, you little pitiful?" Amy, the gentlest of the lionesses, walked up to Jella's side and pinched Jella's small body. Although Gera appeared in a beast shape, she did not ignore the flush on Gela's face: "You are ill, aren't you? You are really hot."
Jella had felt groggy, and her head was dazzled even more in the sun. It shook its head and tried to clear itself up, but it failed. Now his head seemed to be stuffed with paste and he couldn't think about anything. Based on past experience, it knows that it has a fever.
The pups are very fragile, and any illness can take their lives. Even among the lions, the mortality of the cubs is very high. Only the strong little lions can survive, and Gela happens to belong to the category that is not strong.
After discovering Jella's anomaly, Amy quickly carried it back into the cave, licked the hair on his head lovingly, and took off a piece of grass hanging from his head: "Little guy, be strong child."
Amy bit the calf's neck and handed it to Jella, but Jella had no appetite, and a meal that was usually very rich for it at this time completely lost its appeal. He shook his head gently, closed his eyes, and lay on the ground again. If it weren't for its tiny body still undulating because of breathing, anyone would suspect that it was dead.
"Oh, it's the biggest mistake for a male lion to take care of a cub!" At this moment, Amy's love for the young lion exceeded her awe of the male lion leader: "We actually lost the injured lion cub To a lion! This cannot be continued! This error should not be continued! "
"What are you talking about?" A thick male voice came.
"I said, Gela must be taken care of by us, and he can no longer let him live with Master Pascal. I must say that Master Pascal is really a bad breeder!"
"Sounds, what do you think of me?"
It wasn't until this moment that Amy's over-expanded head cooled down-she heard who the master of that voice was.
Her courage was immediately lost like a balloon that had been pierced. She seemed somewhat restrained and even overwhelmed, but despite that, she still stopped in front of Jella, stuttering and repeating her point: "Master, you don't take good care of the cubs-in fact, also The pups should not be taken care of by the lions. "
Pascal frowned at Amy, who was clearly underpowered, and Jella lying on the ground: "You're so used to it."
He pushed the calf's body in front of Jella, almost directly to Jella's mouth: "Hey, little guy, get up and eat. Listen, you have to eat-if you want to live. "
After finding that the conclusion turned a deaf ear to him, he even tried to tear a piece of meat from the calf and stuff it into Jella's mouth.
Looking at the rough look of the lion, Amy couldn't help it: "Master, please don't do this, this is just a sick child! You know, in our infancy, we are more vulnerable than those pure beasts Many. "She remembered that she had mated with a normal lion before she met Pascal, and that was how the fragile cub left her.
"So, what are you going to do? Persuade him to eat and then be rejected?"
"At least you shouldn't be so rough-violent!" Amy argued reasonably: "Also, you should be more concerned about Jella. I know it is not your child, but since you decided to be its father, you will Should care about it. "
"Look, this is my child. How to raise it is my business. I don't allow you to instill some wrong information into it, which is not good for it." The momentum of the lion pervaded the entire cave. In the meantime, Amy began to shiver: "And, you know, this is where I rest. No one can come in and out without my permission. Now, give it to me, go out."
Amy couldn't say anything, she could only escape by holding her tail. When Pascal spoke in this tone, no one had the courage to go against his words.
Driving away the obstructive, Pascal turned his gaze to the weak lion. For Jella, Pascal was never a moderate adopter. He would tease Jella badly when he was in a good mood, and now he is almost harsh.
"Hey, little guy, I know you do n’t want to eat anything. It ’s hard to be sick. I ’ve tasted it, but now, it ’s not the time for you to be capricious. If you eat it, you will have the strength to nourish the disease. You will starve to death before you get better. "Pascal said," Live or die, you choose. If you choose the latter, I will throw you out now and let the predators take you away. "
Perhaps because of his illness, Jella looked a lot weaker than usual. His big watery eyes stared at Pascal poorly, and he sucked his nose, looking a little aggrieved. It's not that they don't understand these truths, but now, it is more willing to be coaxed.
"We are living on the prairie, we don't have willful power." Pascal looked at Jella, lowered his head, smashed the meat in one mouth, handed it to Jella's mouth, and looked at Jella's surprised look, and he moved away. Gaze: "Only this time, not the next example."
Jella looked at those meat emulsions with disdain, all drooling. Is it close to this male lion to eat each other's saliva? However, watching the lion's increasingly bad face, Jella did not dare to say this.
For the next few days, in order to cool Jella, Pascal helped him 'bath' every day. Big cats don't like getting their skin wet with water. For big cats, bathing is licking from head to toe. Previously in the Ghana Lions, this work was done by Jella himself.
At that time it didn't think there was anything wrong with this bathing method, but now, every day, and Pascal makes zero contact, Jella thinks that the whole person, oh no, the whole lion is bad.
Needless to say, Pascal looked very reliable when he took care of Gela patiently, but this close contact would give Gela an illusion that they were actually very close. After enjoying Pascal's service again, Jella reminded herself secretly.
Although the male lion seems to be working hard to support himself now, in the final analysis, it is only the male lion's reserve grain. If he takes it lightly, he won't know how to die. Fortunately, from time to time, the male lion has to oppress it and remind him of this "truth."
Pascal didn't notice these careful thoughts of Jella. Even if he noticed it, I'm afraid he wouldn't care too much. After all, it was one of his pleasures to watch Jella anxious, and then to make some resistance that seemed to him to have little effect.
The weather is getting colder and cold, which gives a signal to the living creatures on this prairie: Winter is coming. Despite saying unwilling to spoil Jella, Pascal carried the lion under his belly when it was shaking with cold.
Pillowing on the warm and soft belly fur of the male lion, the young lion froze contentedly and inadvertently called "Mom" in his sleep, and the male's face quickly darkened. In "Wake the cub to let him see who he is leaning on" and "Let it keep sleeping", the male chose the latter.
Forget it, he thought, if the little guy was woken up now, he probably wouldn't be able to take a good rest. Seeing that this little cub is still an injury and a sick person, let him temporarily spare it. Anyway, until it hurts, he has time to let the little cub know whether it is "Mom" or "Dad".
Gently supporting his head, looking at the look of the lion with a blue face, Jella gave a sly smile. Let this guy always bully it! Although the value of force is not directly proportional to revenge, it is also very fulfilling to be able to anger this nasty big guy.