Part 1
On the green grassland lay an old gray snake.
The old snake was surrounded by a circle of lush weeds that almost buried it.
The bright sunlight projected onto the old snake, reflecting its scales with a magnificent luster like gray crystals.
With a rustle, a dizzy little mouse jumped out of the grass and collided with the old snake. The old snake opened its mouth without thinking and swallowed it.
The old snake, who had eaten Dim sum, was more happy and hissed out his bright red core.
The vast sky allows birds to fly.
The golden eagle circled above it with its sharp eyes open, flapping its wings three times before leaving.
The old snake sneered up and lazily moved its sunburned body. He lowered his head and rested it on the thick ground, closing a pair of sparkling eyes.
A gust of wind mixed with dew swept over the long grass beside the old snake, and the drooping thin leaves traced the precise patterns on the scales of the lying snake, gently teasing it.
Dong Dong, Dong... In the sunlight, the old snake's heart seemed to beat even stronger, and its entire body trembled slightly.
When it was tired of when it could stop, a powerful force that could be described as a mountain collapse hit its side, and the feeling of weightlessness similar to being caught by natural enemies made the old snake suddenly open its eyes. Seeing the ground gradually getting away from it and its body still soft and unable to exert force, it was thrown five meters away, and the pain spread throughout its body.
Last night, it rained heavily, and the next day, the sky was completely cloudless, with a bright sky shining down on thousands of hectares. The silver gray zokor climbed up from the dark ground and burrowed into the lush grass. The gentle and clear eyes of spring water flickered in the shade of emerald, and the long and slender limbs of the wild deer swept through the bushes, casting a white snow in the forest.
The endless grassland is covered with green waves, like the vast sea, and like the vast sky that sets off against the sea.
This is its territory.
A male lion in its prime is vigorously strolling on its territory, with a distinctive red curly mane resembling a lush growing weed, fluttering in the wind. The male lion emerged from its original large family and, after long-term training by nature, shed its youthful arrogance and confusion. Together with two companions, it defeated the lion who occupied a large territory and formed a new large family.
This time it's its turn to patrol the territory. Although it cannot stay in the lion pack and a group of female lions to bask in the sun, as the king of beasts, with sharp teeth and excellent physical fitness, it can undoubtedly perform hunting while defending its territory.
The male lion's nostrils moved, and he keenly smelled - a faint smell of blood washed away by the fragrance of flowers and rain floated in the fresh air. Following that smell, his gaze flowed through a large area of grass half short of the big tree. His emerald like eyes lit up when he saw the hidden prey, and he quietly leaned down and approached step by step, with the shadow of the prey in front of him constantly reflected in his wide green pupils.
As he approached, the male lion saw that it was a zebra, with several bloody wounds on its black and white striped body. It was limping with one leg and was eating grass with its head lowered. Suddenly, the zebra's ears trembled, and he quickly looked up in its direction. Just as the zebra blinked, the lion stepped forward with its vigorous steps and charged towards the zebra!
The zebra let out a desperate scream, immediately turned around and scattered its hooves, recklessly rushing down the steep mountain slope and plunging into a nearby river at the foot of the mountain! The male lion chasing after it had not had time to stop it, but tripped over an unknown object while running and fell to the ground, instantly losing its balance and rolling uncontrollably down the mountain.
After a pitch black jolt and dizziness before my eyes, the icy suffocation in the falling water followed.
In the damp moisture, the old snake lay on the soft ground and opened its eyes, feeling uncomfortable all over. Its body was muddy and sticky, especially the impact on its abdomen that almost made it vomit out the mouse that had not been fully digested, and now it still feels a faint pain.
The old snake then saw a red fur ball rapidly rolling into a nearby river, and the sparkling surface of the river exploded with water, popping out a huge round head.
The red lion?
The lion grabbed the floating reed shore with its forelimbs and climbed onto the shore wet. As soon as the old snake trembled and lifted its upper body, the lion with no long eyes was beside it, frantically throwing up its dripping hair. Countless water droplets, like sparkling pebbles, densely and quickly hit its elderly body, and the old snake fell back to the ground.
The red hair quickly became fluffy and dry, and the male lion moved its symmetrical and robust limbs, leaving the rippling river in high spirits.
And behind it beyond its reach A cold gaze, like a solemn ice blade, always gazed at the lion's distant back.