Start From Skull Island and Push the World

A group of sheep surrounded a small tiger in the middle.

The sharp horns pushed up at the same time.

The little tiger was hit hard by the horns from all directions.

Old wounds and new pains are sandwiched together.

Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

It even heard the cracking of its own body bones.

It looked at the leading sheep that was close in front of it, with its horned head pressed against the gap between its ribs, making it a little difficult for itself to breathe.

Before he lost consciousness, Qian turned his paws towards the opponent's eyes with a ferocious smile on his face.

"ah!!!"

A scream sounded.

A few drops of blood dripped on the ground.

Then there is a small eyeball.

It fell and bounced on the ground.

The leading lamb covered his eyes and kept backing away, then sat on the ground and screamed and cried bitterly.

The rest of the lambs immediately scattered and fled.

The little tiger looked at his bloody paws, his heart tightened slightly, and he was extremely frightened.

"I grabbed its eyes..."

The little tiger can fully imagine what he will face next.

Those parents will definitely come and tear themselves alive.

But it didn't choose to run away, instead it sat up from the ground.

Wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Here's what it does.

It takes responsibility.

After a while, a large group of people gathered around.

The manager of the nearby orphanage ran out and looked at the mess on the ground with a look of surprise.

Then, the fleeing lambs, the parents of the injured lamb with glasses rushed over.

"Where's my child!"

"Where is my child?"

"my child!"

The parents of the lead lamb held it in their arms and cried out.

After a while, the chicken doctor from the town came over and cured the blood from the lamb's eye socket, picked up the eyeball, looked at it for a few times, and sighed: "There is no way, it can't be put back, it may, it will be like this for the rest of its life." gone."

"My child!" cried the mother of the lead lamb.

"This tiger did it all!"

"We came to play with Brother Daxi, and then we were scratched by this tiger."

"It's all the tiger's fault!"

The other lambs talked in a hurry, attributing all the reasons to the little tiger.

"Whose child is this little tiger?" the father of the leading lamb asked angrily.

"It's an orphan, it has no family."

"It's from this orphanage."

the lambs answered.

The person in charge of the orphanage immediately stood up: "This matter has nothing to do with us. This tiger has always been disliked in our orphanage. It often conflicts with other children and has a bad temper, so we let it I went outside to sweep the floor, but I didn’t expect such a thing to happen again.”

"Why are you talking so much? Now that the children are blind in one eye, your orphanage is always responsible!"

The person in charge of the orphanage didn't dare to be responsible, so he immediately put aside the relationship: "Actually, this tiger has reached the age to be released from the hospital. We have completed the discharge procedures, but we haven't given it to her yet. Of course we can't be responsible. Just find her. Find her!"

In fact, the formalities are being done, but everything will be done after a while.

"Then what to do?"

"Such a dangerous person, put him directly in prison!"

"I think it's better to execute it directly. I'm afraid to look at its teeth."

"Call the officers and soldiers to come and detain it first, and then deal with it."

The onlookers were discussing.

Although the animals in the Central Plains, no matter carnivorous or herbivorous, have become pure vegetarians.

But in ancient times, the fear engraved in the bones still made carnivores repelled.

"It was they who moved first, and they bullied me first."

The little tiger responded.

Although it is apologetic, it still has to tell the truth.

Although the opponent is powerful, it will not be afraid either.

Although abandoned by the orphanage, it is very understanding.

Orphanages don't have it easy, they can't afford to keep a dangerous animal in the midst of such a big event.

When things get to this point, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong.

The only difference is that someone cares about that sheep.

No one cares about her as a tiger.

"How dare you wrong my child!"

The father of the leading lamb was very angry and rushed towards the little tiger.

puff!

The sharp horns pierced the tiger cub's arm for protection.

Mount it directly to the wall.

puff!

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

In the face of adults, the little tiger like a cat has no ability to resist at all.

It fell to the ground, followed by the sheep's hooves that covered the head and face.

After some severe beatings, the little tiger almost passed out, with only the last will to support him.

It doesn't want to be wronged.

The father of the leading lamb still wants to do it.

But it was interrupted by a voice.

"stop!"

Everyone looked over.

I saw a small, short panda walking in from outside the crowd.

Behind him was a little monkey, a little snake, and even a little crane.

And a tiny praying mantis that landed on the snake's head, easily overlooked.

It is the little master.

And four of them that would go on to form the Furious Five.

Spirit Crane, Monkey King, Qiao Xiaolong, and Quick Mantis.

The little master looked at the little tiger on the ground, and said to the leader's father, "I can testify that it was indeed your child and his companions who made the first move."

"You fart!" the leader's father roared.

"I can testify." Linghe behind said, "I saw it when I flew over!"

"We still have evidence." The little master glanced at Linghe.

The spirit crane stretched out its wings and pointed to the little pig hiding in the crowd.

The little master looked over: "Do you want to let an innocent person die because of your cowardice?"

The little pig whose clothes were torn by the little tiger immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The little pig looked at the miserable little tiger on the ground, and the leader's father looked as if he wanted to eat the pig.

Finally, it summoned up its courage and said, "I can testify that what they said is true. I saw it. My skirt is..."

The little pig explained everything clearly, and there was also a skirt that he hadn't changed in time to testify.

Everyone finally understood.

The leader's father also shut up.

The little tiger looked at the little pig, and the little master who came to rescue it, sat up with force, and said gratefully: "Thank you."

Unexpectedly, the little master suddenly shouted angrily: "You still have the face to say thank you? Do you think you are right?"

The little tiger was taken aback.

The little master continued to stare: "It was just a normal fight. If you don't fight back, it's their fault, but you blinded their eyes! Do you know how important an eye is to an animal?"

The little tiger caught his breath and explained: "I was not careful..."

"Is carelessness the reason?" The little master scolded, "You know that you can hurt other people's ability casually, so you should firmly refrain from using it! No matter how others bully you, you hurt me. Others are your fault!"

The little tiger lost his eyes: "Is...is that so?"

It somewhat does not want to accept this statement.

It is obviously not intentional, but the other party is intentional.

It does not want to hurt others, but others want to hurt it.

Is it wrong just because of this result?

"Of course it is!" The little master looked at the little tiger earnestly, "You should apologize to it now."

"I can't get up." The little tiger said subconsciously.

But in fact, it was on fire.

What it's trying to say is, I don't want to apologize.

"Then crawl over." The little master said, "I am saving you, you must know that you are really wrong."

The little tiger looked at the leading lamb with one eye missing in the distance.

The other party's only remaining one eye was looking at him, condensing hatred like a tide.

"Is that so? Am I wrong?" the little tiger asked again.

"Yes, let's go." The little master sighed, "The strong must have the greatest kindness and tolerance for the weak, no matter what the weak do."

The little tiger looked at the crowd, lowered his head, and began to crawl slowly.

It is also afraid that these people will really put it in prison.

Moreover, this seemingly wise old man must be right.

The little tiger endured the severe pain all over his body and crawled to the ground.

And at this moment.

Suddenly there was a deep, thick, even slightly indistinct voice.

Filled with an extremely incredible tone, suppressing all the noise.

It came in from outside the crowd.

"Hey, let me say, are you fucking farting?"