Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 550 Little Lion

   Xiaolan thought he would hear the name of an animal.

   "Like... what?" She thought she had heard it wrong.

   "Charcoal, coal," Baomu made a circle the size of a briquettes with his hand, "They smell like coal that hasn't burned yet."

  "How could it be that smell?" Xiaolan said it was difficult to understand.

  Baomu shook his head and immediately opened his brows, "In fact, many animals have a strange smell, but...they smell only of coal."

   Xiaolan moved his gaze back to the monster on the bank of the river, the group of dark things no longer roared, but stayed quietly in place, without the intention to leave.

  "Are we going?" Baomu asked.

   "Wait a little longer," Xiaolan kept staring at the black shadow, "Let's see what the monster is going to do first."

  The two squatted behind the bushes like this, not daring to act rashly, staring at the black shadow on the river bank.

  "Brother Baomu, you said--" Xiaolan was a little boring waiting, "What is the relationship between these two monsters?"

  Baomu really thought about this question seriously, and replied, "It should be a companion."

   "Partners also have many kinds of relationships," Xiaolan stretched out her hand to count, "It may be friends, husband and wife, mother and child..."

  "They may be mother and child." Baomu said suddenly.

   Xiaolan was taken aback, "Why do you say that?"

   "Uh... Actually, I guessed it," Baomu scratched his head, "It could be... maybe it's a father and a daughter? This... I don't know what the difference between a male and a mother smells like..."

   "But you can smell their age," Xiaolan blinked, "Does the dead one smell older than this one? Or is it younger?"

   "Old," Baomu said confidently, "Although I don't know what kind of creature they are, the dead one smells older. Almost all creatures, like annual rings, will be left behind by the years."

   Xiaolan actually understood the poetic language, "Then do I smell like a child?"

  Baomu smiled helplessly, "Xiaolan, you forgot, I can't smell you, and humans are always special."

  "Special?"

"Well, there are a lot of special cases," Baomu looked at the monster with some inexplicable eyes, "I don't know, maybe it's because we often come into contact with such special things, many people around... special."

"for example?"

   "How can this be like?" Baomu smiled stiffly.

  "Just give an example, for example, when talking about long, the Taoist heard..."

   "Ah, it's going to dawn." Baomu suddenly interrupted Xiaolan's words, and pointed directly to the distant horizon.

  A fuchsia cloud appeared in the first-blooming daylight.

   Xiaolan looked at the bright corner of the sky, feeling a little relaxed.

  In any case, it is better to have light than to lose it.

  When her gaze dropped, her eyes widened when she returned to the monster on the river bank.

  "This...this...what about the monster?"

  Baomu's eyes were also very confused, but he sniffed and said firmly, "It hasn't moved, it's still in place."

  But...

  The black shadow has disappeared.

Instead……

   "Could it be that?" Xiao Lan simply stood up and pointed to the stream that was still flowing calmly.

  The blue coat of the lake is so good to lie on the riverside.

  Although the huge black shadow has disappeared, there seems to be a black animal the size of a cat on its coat.

  Xiaolan and Baomu looked at each other.

  "Do you want to...Do you want to go over and take a look?" Xiaolan suggested.

  Baomu originally had no hostility towards that thing, so he readily accepted this suggestion.

  The two boldly walked towards the weird animal.

  The sun behind the cloud quickly revealed the whole picture, and the whole world slowly became brighter.

  On the blue coat by the creek, there is indeed a small black animal lying on it like a briquettes.

  When the two of them were tens of meters away from the little animal, the little thing seemed to notice that someone was approaching. Its dark body moved, raised its head, and looked at the two of them.

  Xiaolan and Baomu stopped immediately.

  Three pairs of eyes stared at each other silently.

   "This..." Baomu turned his head stiffly and looked at Xiaolan, "This is..."

   Xiaolan still stared at the thing.

  After that, the little thing moved again, it straightened up, and its two small black claws overlapped.

  This is really a cat!

  But last night, it was obviously still that big...

  The little black guy saw that the two didn't mean to be close, so he shook his head and opened his mouth.

   But that's not meowing.

  This voice is almost the low growl I heard last night.

  It's just a little bit milky.

   Xiaolan watched the black cat lie on his clothes again, and his little furry head kept rubbing against Baomu's blue coat.

  It doesn’t look like a ferocious beast.

  The two moved closer.

  The kitten raised his head again, and his cry became more cheerful.

  "It's not a cat," Baomu said suddenly, pointing to it, "It... it looks like a lion."

   Xiaolan also found out.

  This is a black lion the size of a cat.

  God--

   Xiaolan covered her face.

  Is the little lion so cute?

   "It doesn't seem to be afraid of us." Baomu continued.

  The black pupils of the little lion exude a friendly light, and the innocent eyes swept across the two of them.

   is almost wagging the tail.

  Although the two of them still have a mystery regarding the life experience of this magical creature, this does not affect the two of them step by step.

  They squatted beside the little lion.

  "Brother Baomu," Xiaolan asked, looking at the little lion clinging to the blue coat, "is there such a lion in this world?"

  "I don’t know if there is such a lion, but it is definitely not a real lion. It is not even an animal at all. As I said before, it smells like charcoal."

   Xiaolan tilted her head and looked at the little lion, who also tilted her head following Xiaolan.

  This little gadget is dark, it looks like a briquettes, and it looks like the guy with the black skin.

   Xiaolan looked around, and the surrounding forest was abnormally calm, and there was no sound of other people or animals.

   "I don't think it looks like a vicious guy."

  Baomu has reached out to rua and raised the head of the little lion. The little lion squinted his eyes with a look of enjoyment, and there was a whirring sound in his throat.

  Xiaolan knelt on the ground with a complicated heart, and poked the little lion's paw.

  Soft and warm.

How could    not be a small animal?

   "Brother Baomu, why do you think it is lying here?"

  From Baomu's eyes, Xiaolan knew that he seemed to know the answer.

  But he was worried.

  He worried that Xiaolan might be lost when he heard this answer.

  Because of Xiaolan, she doesn’t even have a mother-scented dress.

  (End of this chapter)