Rojo and Sartre glanced at their brothers. Is it possible that their lives will be decided here today? !
Thinking of what Elliot had done to the ostrich just now, Sartre suddenly turned pale. He hadn't even had anything to do with the girl, and he hadn't even touched the girl's claws. Was he about to say goodbye to his beloved girl forever?
I thought of myself being grabbed by Elliot's four legs, lifted into the air, roared, and torn cleanly in half...
Sadness and anger were no longer enough to describe Sartre's mood at the moment. He couldn't help but raise his two front paws to pinch Rojo's neck, shake him hard, and successfully COS roared, "What should I do? What should I do?" "
Pull him to stay with him to resist the lion. The female lion blocked it, but the male lion couldn't!
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