"Little lion! Don't run!"
A loud shout suddenly came from the mountain.
"F * ck your mother! You're the one who's young, your whole family is young! I've lived for thousands of years!"
A Golden Lion was running wildly in the mountains.
He cursed as he ran, his face full of anger.
He was an old monster who had lived for thousands of years. He was a member of the Golden Lion race, and yet a human kid called him little lion?
F * ck! This was ridiculous!
What was even more absurd was that the human brat was holding a pot, saying that he was going to stew him and cut off his head to make some braised lion's head!
It was too brutal! This was too abnormal!
"Little lion, you can't run away!"
Behind him, that voice rang out again, and it was already very close.
He turned around and was so frightened that he shivered.
