Chapter 873

Qin Shiou was stunned: "Simba? Yes, the Lion King's name is Simba, but the problem is, this is a lynx. "

"The lion is a cat, and the lynx is a cat. They have the same ancestors and are distant relatives. We should give the little lynx some ambition, so it's not good to encourage it with a name like Simba?"

The more she said, the happier she was. She persuaded herself first.

Qin Shiou was speechless, but he always felt something was wrong.

The little lynx didn't know that she had a name, but they pointed at it and drew pictures. It also knew that it had something to do with itself. So it drank all the warm milk and ran over to sell it with Winnie's hand. It rolled around fluffy.

Winnie doted and touched her forehead with her finger and said, "well, honey, from now on, you are Simba. You are the king of North American lynx, aren't you?"

The little lynx knows an egg. It knows to roll with Winnie's arm.

Qin Shiou feels that she can't name Weini in the future. It's too challenging. It's all the king. He wants to find little lobo, the white wolf king. As a result, the bastard doesn't know where to go and can't find it for the time being.

Simba is very dirty. He jumps up and down all day, climbs trees and drills grass nests. His hair is full of sand and snow grass, which is one of the reasons why Qin Shiou didn't recognize his identity at first sight.

Winnie put warm water to bathe it. The tiger and leopard ran in and hid at the door to see the little lynx with their small head exposed.

Qin Shiou looked back and asked, "where's little carrot head? Where is it? "

The tiger and the leopard looked at each other, lowered their heads and trotted down the stairs. They didn't know what was going on.

Cats don't like bathing, so does lynx. Looking at the hot water, King Simba panicked and kicked his calf to run.

Winnie had experience dealing with the little guys. She grabbed her neck and stuffed it directly.

The little lynx let out a shrill scream, just like getting off the oil pan, with a flustered face.

Qin Shiou was afraid that it would hurt Weini, so he gave it some sea god energy, which could calm its mood.

Sure enough, after receiving the Poseidon energy, King Simba was more secure. He probably felt the hot water warm and comfortable. He narrowed his eyes and made a "grunt" sound in his throat and began to enjoy the hot water bath.

Of course, its claws have been firmly holding Winnie's wrist for fear of sliding into the water.

Weini asked Qin Shiou to give it a bath milk, which is specially used for the little guys. It contains the functions of insect repellent and fluffy hair, but it has no fragrance, because the little guys have a sensitive sense of smell. If the bath milk tastes too exciting, it will hurt them.

Lynx is a kind of beast with slow metabolism. They should be chubby, but King Simba is a little thin. Like the original little carrot head, its hair becomes a big radish when it gets wet.

Winnie helped it take a bath twice, dried it with a towel, and then blew its hair with a hair dryer, so that the little lynx looked better.

Lynx is a very beautiful cat. Its round face is very happy. It has developed hair, black towering tufts at the tip of its ears, long belly hair and thick back hair. It feels good to touch, which can also help them keep out the cold.

King Simba is still a young child. His hair is not fully developed, so he likes to drill into people's arms, because his cold resistance is not strong enough and he always feels cold.

Like most lynx, King Simba's back is dark, reddish brown, the hair on his abdomen is light yellowish white, the hair around his eyes is white, and his cheeks have several rows of obvious brown and black longitudinal lines, which looks a little proud and charming.

The most lovely thing is its claws, like Bigfoot monster. The little lynx has a pair of big claws that are not proportional to its body. The bread is covered with long and dense furry fur, like wearing snow boots.

This is the result of the evolution of lynx for thousands of years. They often prey in the thick snow. Only if the claws are large enough to provide enough pressure area, the body will not fall into the snow.

With the little lynx, the atmosphere of the villa becomes much more vibrant.

Unlike the little carrot head who just came to the villa, King Simba is not afraid of life. He is a familiar little thing.

Winnie took it to the living room. After jumping down, she shook her hair and ran around.

Shirley waved to it, and it ran over and fondly rubbed Shirley's little hand with its head. Powell gave it a piece of dried meat. It opened its mouth and swallowed it. Then it stared at its big eyes and begged to continue feeding.

It is not afraid of tigers and leopards. After lalawang ran in, he warmly welcomed him. Lalawang disdained to play with small things like him. King Simba didn't care. He followed him with a dead face and rolled around like a small tail.

However, it is afraid of George W. Bush.

George W. Bush flapped his wings and flew in. King Simba, who was playing with the tiger, shivered, rolled and climbed to Winnie, and then grabbed his trouser legs and rushed to his arms.

Qin Shiou thought that in the future, the little lynx would become a bully of the fishing ground. This guy is cheeky, can run and jump, climb trees and walls, and make mischief. Who can deal with it?

In the evening, the weather became worse again. Soon, the north wind was howling, and thick clouds gathered from all directions. It was going to snow.

Qin Shiou drank broth and said helplessly, "God, this is November. Do you want so much snow?"

Iverson was very happy. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside, he raised his big jar. Inside, there was meat bone soup sprinkled with coriander, soaked in the big cakes just baked, and said contentedly, "meat soup and cakes are good in winter!"

Qin Shiou rolled his eyes and said, "yes, honey, it's delicious, but too much snow is a disaster."

Evanson chewed the bubble cake and asked vaguely, "don't you like it?"

Qin Shiou nodded and said, "of course, who would like the snow disaster?"

After saying this, he didn't care. After drinking his thick broth, he went to the Internet. When he heard a noise in the yard, he opened the curtain and looked out. He saw that in the heavy snow, Iverson was waving a wooden stick and roaring.

Qin Shiou was startled and hurried out and asked, "what's the matter, Iverson?"

Iverson turned back and showed a simple and honest smile and said loudly, "Qin doesn't like snow. Iverson will drive them away!"

With that, he began waving his stick to the sky and shouted, "don't come down, let's go! let's go! Don't come to the fishing ground! You go to Toronto! "

Qin Shiou wanted to laugh, but he was more moved. He went up and grabbed Iverson, reached out and grabbed the back of his head to make him bend down. They put their foreheads together and said, "man, they are afraid. They will go. Give them some time and go. Shall we go home?"

"I told them to hurry." Iverson said.

Qin Shiou said, "no, no, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter to slow down. Let's go home. Winnie made you milk tea. Do you like milk tea? Great milk tea. "

"Sugar?"

"Two."

"Oh, that's great. Go back."

Qin Shiou smiled and took ivanson to the house. Then he suddenly found that there seemed to be a white shadow shaking in the distance.

****Er, er, I don't know who I offended. I even voted for four 0-star evaluation votes for this book. A thousand people have a thousand barbecue flavors in their mouths. The fishing ground can't satisfy every friend, but if you don't like it, isn't it good to leave? Don't you have to vote for 0 star? What grudge? Of course, it's not that we don't want everyone to vote. This is the freedom and power of readers, but the cartridge case doesn't think it's necessary? The shell case should be relatively low-key. You have to forgive others. Thank your brothers and sisters who have always supported the shell. Thank you for your persistence and support!