Damn bandits!
The golden mane on Chu Xiaoye's neck was quickly plucked clean by the poisonous bee army.
The young, handsome, and majestic golden-haired lion king had actually turned into an ugly old man with a bald neck and head.
In terms of appearance and life, he chose the latter without hesitation.
The poisonous bee army left satisfied with their spoils of war.
Chu Xiaoye stood stiffly on the branch, messy and sad in the morning wind.
However, now was not the time to be sad.
He believed that his mighty and handsome golden mane was like withered grass that had been burned by a wild fire. When the spring wind blew, it would break out of the ground again and be full of life!
The huge beehives blocked the branches in front of them. The poisonous bee army was using the golden mane they had snatched to decorate their nests meticulously. They looked excited and pleased.