81 Pleasurable and Sour

Lars left.

The pride returned to the camp in silence.

The usually lively and active Little Curly Tail also quietened down at this moment. He lowered his head. Other crocodiles were hiding as if he was thinking about something.

He seemed to understand something.

He raised his head and looked at his father, the majestic but cold and heartless king.

In the future, would he be expelled as well?

Then.

He turned around and looked at his brother.

His eyes gradually lit up again.

The anxiety and worry in his heart were also swept away at this moment.

What was he afraid of?

As long as his brother was by his side, he was not afraid of anything!

At most, he would go with his brother to reclaim a larger territory!

With his brother's ability and strength, plus his intelligence, who could resist him on the grassland?

Hmph!

They were all trash!

Not a single one of them could fight!