Chapter 3: The lord will feed the first meal

It’s a four-legged monster with brown fur, the front paws are bigger than his body, one mouth is full of stinky mucus, and the cold green tightness Staring, there is no word in my mind: I am resting. This is the only time he feels that he has culture, but it is also the last time.
If he is given another chance, he will certainly hide in the small tree hole, and starve to death is better than tearing into pieces.
I remembered the pile of bamboo shoots in the hills, and I was more and more remorseful.
I knew that he was a ghost!
Mixed with corruption, the soft rolling has not become a real Kung Fu Panda, and has been completely scared.
Hey.
Crisp sounds across, a bead in front of the eyes, and it’s already stupid.
A drop of bright red blood fell on the head of the panda, and slipped down, leaving a blood mark on the white fur.
Then, the bomb blasted.
The behemoth that threatened his life was overturned, and the belly cracked open to the internal organs and blood, and suddenly it was red.
It is a monster that snatched his water source! Do not roll on the spot.
Back to him, Mo Rolling still feels the sudden killing and arrogance, but the burly body is in front of him, blocking the murderous killings. For a moment, the group feels that this inexplicable monster is not so terrible. .
The burly man showed his fortune and sharpness for the first time.
But in an instant.
One hit kill.
Retract the blood-stained tail and sweep it freely. A string of blood beads slammed into the ground, but it was like a metal.
A fierce tremble, no stunned.
Ok, so terrible.
Lu Yan's side smashed, and the bottomless 瞳 看到 saw the small point of the puppet and his strange x-shaped small shape.
Lu Wei: "........."
Lu Yan reached out and lifted the soft panda group. Two small black short legs smashed down and pulled down. Only a slightly upturned velvet whispered the small tail and looked a little angry.
After sweeping the tail, I easily rolled up the prey before and after a meter, and Lu returned to the lake with a small soft group.
Life and death have a life... Mo roll and then fall into the thief's nest, has no life to love, the second time was placed in the nest, he finally understood that he could not hide, no longer hope to escape, pick up a golden bamboo shoots and eat it . He had already thought about it before, and he would have to die if he died.
Little is not very hard to eat, the three-petal mouth quickly chews up and down, there is no slow and leisurely appearance on weekdays, but it is generally fierce in the downfall of class enemies, as if eating something.
Lu Yan looked at the fun, and did not stop the Mao group from eating and drinking, and easily handled the bamboo rat that was one meter long.
It’s timid to roll, but I’ve eaten a lot of golden bamboo shoots by the suffocation of the stocks, and the bamboo rat that was opened and smashed, and the skin of the bamboo fire was instantly scared, and the food from the golden food was rushed. Rolling down the hill. There was no pain in the fall, and the two small front paws quickly pulled the golden nest, intending to bury themselves.
Lu Hao has been paying attention to this little savior.
Seeing his pleasure in playing, I don’t know why, the heart of the impetuous and hateful heart calmed down a bit.
Lu Yu was gazing at his eyes, and his heart was dumb. He did not expect the legendary panda to be a thief. The small group licked the chubby little buttocks, and the hind paws forced the arch in the mountain, and the short legs were pulled and pulled, and the soft pink mat was exposed from time to time. Small and small claws draw a few invisible traces.
Mo Xiao Panda is really struggling, and has dug a hole in the mountain. The mountain is not stable. I have lost a lot of bamboo shoots, and my cockroaches are on the chubby little body. I still have half a room. The hairs outside the body, and only two small hind paws are pressed and moved up and down.
Lu Hao was silent for a moment, and his eyes narrowed to cover the flash of a look.
Shishanxia suppressed a legendary panda essence, and two black small claws fluttered a few times, seemingly exhausted.
As soon as the tail was swept, Lu Yan removed the mountain, revealing the panda group that was shackled underneath. The panda is still small and fluffy, but the sloppy scorpion is already wet, and it is possible to drop the golden beans at any time.
I struggled a few times and carefully formed a group. Seeing that the monster didn't want to eat him, it was soft, stretching four small short legs, the tender hind paw pads and the small tail against the sky.
Between the noses, full of seductive scent, Do not roll on the flames of the food on the fluttering, but also secretly scared, afraid that they also fall into this poisonous hand. The Luzhu brand roasted bamboo rat is very fragrant, so the panda group, which is mainly based on bamboo, can not secrete saliva.
Pandas are not vegans, they also eat some bamboo rats to replenish energy.
Therefore, this variation of the big bamboo rat that was sent to the door is terrible in the eyes of the panda group, and it is also very attractive. Just to give Mo a hundred courage, he did not dare to lick the food of the monster. The tail can kill so terrible bamboo rat, killing him to play.
Do not dare to escape, and several times to avoid being sent to the monster's mouth to die without a burial place, this time is very quiet.
Silently biting a small bamboo shoot, don't roll in the dark: If you lick a little, can you survive?
When I opened my legs, the round pandas untied two precious bamboo shoots, and I sang it again, holding a few squats.
Lu Yan’s brows are inextricably provoked.
The small animals that have never been soft and tender, the land will not be clear about the meaning of the action, but it is slightly interesting.
Do not roll the relatives with their two collections of baby farewell, look up to the majestic monsters, holding small bamboo shoots and small moves to Lu Hao. Rolling is not only afraid of monsters, but also afraid of fire. In the past, he had never seen such a thing that radiated temperature and light, instinctively feared.
Be cautious and close to a little, no more willing to move forward.
Mo is holding the bamboo shoots: "Well."
The sound is tender and rushing, and a pair of black and shiny crystals seem to have any needs.
Lu Yi's inexplicable coveted.
Don't be brave enough: "Well, um."
Pandas are not used to saying more, and the two calls are already the limit.
Looking at the wet black scorpion, Lu Yan grinds and tears off a piece of roasted meat in front of the panda group.
I haven’t opened my mouth yet, and I’m not confused.
Yes, what is it?
The monster is very horrible, rolling tightly holding bamboo shoots and not dare to move. For a few minutes, he put down two golden bamboo shoots.
Lu Yan blinked.
Don't roll out and ask: "Yeah."
To you, give you my baby, don't eat, I beg you.
Lu Yan does not move, condescending gaze.
Mo is rolling, but he is even more afraid of losing his life. He lowered his head and used his nose to top the bamboo shoots and push it to the monster.
Don't roll, "Yeah."
Lu Hao's fine mans flashed, and the dull scorpion was a little more colorful.
Can't help but feel interesting, Lu Yan explored.
The treacherous battle is so scary.
Hey! It’s self-defeating, it’s going to die!
Sucking the nose, no moments of tears, the front paws are close to the ground.
Lu Yan was holding a small hair group and the neck was placed in the palm of his hand. Seeing the little shivering and shaking, he did not dare to move, and the fingertips were as gentle as possible.
Lu Wei: "Don't be afraid."
I don't understand, but I don't know what to do with the opening and closing mouth and the white teeth inside. Once again, become a fried group.
Lu Hao is silent for two seconds: "Don't eat you."
The fingertips touched the soft fluffy hair, and Lu Yan used almost all the tenderness of the weak and timid panda group.
The back is very comfortable to touch, but it doesn't struggle, but it is still stiff.
It’s just that he is stiff and his body is soft. If it’s not Lu’s look, he’s not worried. The tail rolled up two large bamboo shoots in front of the nose. When Lu Yan saw him subconsciously hug, he placed the small group in front of the barbecue. He remembered that the panda was a carnivorous animal, but he mainly planted it.
Mo rolled his paws on the ground, and his heart fell to the ground.
Finally survived.
Even if it’s timid, it’s finally something to do, and the monster is feeding him. Before and after the combination, he was not so scared.
With a small mouthful of eating, I can't help but look up at the monster with a strange look. In addition to being eaten before being taken out by his mother, he was alone, and no one cares about hunger. In order to maintain the energy of survival, he spends most of the day eating. There are few opportunities to eat nutritious meat.
The monster, it seems not so terrible.
Two small claws hold the food, cherish the smell, open the three petals.
The barbecue is fat and thin, and complement each other. Mo rolled into a small bite, and was conquered by this mellow taste.
How can there be something better than sweet bamboo shoots in the world!
Terrible monster, great!
Mo has only eaten two, and he has to use the rattan to tie the piece of meat that lacks a small horn.
Such a delicious baby, he wants to hide, and then hungry and stunned, it is a happy thing to smell it.
The velvet black ear white group is clumsy and serious, and the hard life overflows with a few embarrassing embarrassing colors. Lu Yan is not moving, and the cockroaches are more and more unpredictable. Only when the panda group slanted the back of the meat, it was impossible to check the lower corner of the eye.
Putting down the communicator in his hand, Lu Hao pinched the forehead and extended to kneel down the cane.
In a blink of an eye, the small white group was stained with strips of oil on the back.
Do not roll a little, the two small claws subconsciously stretched out, but when they saw the initiator, they immediately retracted, hit a stunned ball into a ball. The good food was taken away, and it was rolling down, and the depressed meat pad was smeared with frustration.
I knew that I knew that he had just eaten a little more.
No tears in my eyes.
The meat was put aside, and Lu’s hand was smashed. He found the small group’s black eyes staring straight. The small eyes that complained and wronged, as if he were guilty of sin.
Even if it is chilly, like the land, I can't help but see a furry and tearful bag.
As a last resort, put the meat back in front of the panda group.
Is it still given to him? Do not roll your eyes, and stretch out the small claws to poke a little.
The author has something to say:
The little guy who plays the ball likes to chat with people.
Mama Mori: Do you want to eat?
Ball: Um (four sounds).
Super tender voice.
A Mori mother: Hungry?
Ball: Um (four sounds).
Ms. Mori: Who is hungry?
Ball: Hey!
I guess it is getting fine.