The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

Chapter 310 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 03

It feels wonderful to be there, as if you have forgotten the mundane world.

Just remember to keep moving forward.

"Are you still there? I can't see you!"

"I'm a little scared."

"Hold on tight."

Even the little lion, who was usually fearless and naughty, became cowardly at this moment.

It was not embarrassing to just call mom, which showed that I had used up all my self-control.

Su Muyou's pointed ears moved, and he clearly felt that the noise in his ears was getting smaller and smaller.

He seemed to be aware of something and was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

The noise completely disappeared, and Vina's tail on his shoulder also disappeared.

Su Muyu completely went from being a group actor to being alone.

The white around seemed to be tinged with a light golden hue, and the rustling of leaves and the melodious singing of birds could be heard in the ears.

But he still couldn't see anything clearly.

The steps he was taking stopped, and Su Muyou summoned up the courage to call out, "Lord Beast God, is that you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle breeze blew towards him.

The golden mist thickened and enveloped him.

Su Muyou just felt like he was lying on a ball of warm cotton, and the fatigue in his body disappeared instantly.

He looked down and saw that the ugly scar on his arm was now as smooth as before.

It's as if I've never been hurt.

Okay, now it’s confirmed that he is still chosen by the Beast God.

Don't worry about the mission failing miserably at the very beginning.

Suddenly, I felt a heaviness on my head.

Su Muyou: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched. Although it didn't hurt, the feeling of being run over on the head was very obvious.

It was like a big hand rubbing his head.

"Lord Beast God?" He couldn't help but call out again.

Before this, Su Muyu always thought that gods were mysterious, dignified and majestic.

But the experience just now told him that stereotypes are not good.

What kind of god would touch someone's head right away!

Just as he was shrinking on the surface and complaining rudely in his heart, a low chuckle flashed by.

Although it is very fast, the 3D surround comes from all directions and you can't miss a single detail.

Su Muyou's muscles tensed and a hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

The so-called gods don't have the ability to read minds, do they?

No one gave him an answer.

It's just that the weight of his head was transferred to his face, causing the flesh on his cheeks to sink.

What followed was a brutal beating.

Su Muyu's hair was messy, and he felt dizzy and almost couldn't breathe after being rubbed.

I want to curse, but I have to hold it back.

Before he could reveal the identity of the culprit once again, his feet suddenly left the ground.

Su Muyu's pupils suddenly shrank, almost becoming a thin line.

The discomfort brought by the weightlessness made his ears fold back and the hair on his tail exploded.

As he rose higher, he gradually shrank from a human-like form with animalistic features to a complete hairy ball.

It looks fluffier.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and he soon felt something solid under his feet.

Su Muyou looked down and saw his furry paws stepping on a wheat-colored arm. The glittering golden totem on the skin seemed alive and flowing. It made his eyes sting a little when he looked closely.

It's like being punished for offending its majesty.

If I'm not mistaken, the person holding him now should be the Beast God.

Su Muyou moved his claws to avoid stepping on those lines.

At the same time, he personally felt the fact that he had become a cat.

He called out cautiously, "Meow?"

The words that came out of his mouth turned into cat language.

The laughter beside my ear became more obvious.

The next second, the person who had been quietly rubbing him just now stopped pretending.

The big hands, which were quite broad for his current body shape, began to touch him without any hesitation.

Su Muyou couldn't stand steadily and could only use all four limbs to grab the opponent's arms.

The force of the palm was a bit strong and my scalp felt a bit tight.

He wanted to bite, but held back.

I can’t afford to offend, so I can only yell, “Meow meow meow!”

The big hand paused, and I think it understood, because the next second the force was much lighter.

Five minutes later, Su Muyou narrowed his eyes and his tail unconsciously patted the arm that was holding him.

Since you can't resist, just start enjoying it.

But the good times didn't last long. Just as he relaxed, he suddenly felt his bell being rubbed and pinched.

Su Muyou's narrowed eyes suddenly widened.

No, is he sick?

The body reacts faster than the brain.

The sharp claws hidden in the mat stretched out and slapped the wheat-colored arm unceremoniously, "Meow!"

Unfortunately, for some people, the power of the cat punch is no more than a tickle.

Su Muyou didn't leave any marks on the opponent's arm. On the contrary, his claws felt a little painful.