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

Chapter 323 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 16

Su Muyou squatted down, and with a thought, the energy in his body flowed to his palms as he wished.

The orcs present could clearly see that a ball of white light condensed in his palm, and they all held their breath at the same time.

Su Muyou did not untie the opponent's bandage, nor did he put his hand on the wound, but just hovered in the air.

The white ball of light dispersed and turned into strands of white lines that coiled around the place where the orc was bitten by the poisonous snake.

The injured orcs, as the ones being healed, felt it most clearly.

The originally painful wound began to itch. As someone with a lot of relevant experience, he knew that this was a sign of recovery.

But within just a few breaths, the sudden itching and pain disappeared.

The snake venom had been removed, and all Su Muyou had to do was to heal the narrow wound that was not even the size of a palm. This was a piece of cake for him.

He clapped his hands and stood up, "Okay."

He is full of energy, just like he has never treated anyone.

"So fast?" Vina was a little surprised. It was also the first time for her to witness the power of the Beast God.

Su Muyou looked at the orc who had not dared to move, "How do you feel?"

Nothing is more credible than the words of the injured person himself.

The lion beastman shook his leg and indeed felt no pain. He asked tentatively, "Does it seem to be healed?"

Vina squatted down and untied the bandage that had been tied not long ago.

The crushed herbs remained in their original state, but because the patient was standing at this time and without the bandages to fix them, the herbs gradually slid down under the influence of gravity.

The dark green medicine was still stuck to the skin, but the narrow cuts made with the knife had disappeared.

Su Muyou took a look and found it as expected.

If it hadn't grown hair yet, it would be hard to believe that it was covered in blood just a few minutes ago.

Vina sorted out the medical waste and nodded, "Yes, he is cured."

No wonder everyone is so yearning for the power of the Beast God.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, shortening the recovery time of wounds is equivalent to increasing the survival rate.

I just don't know where the upper limit of this power is.

Su Muyu saw the expectation in her eyes and said nothing.

Kittens are mean cats.

The reason for his visit this time was, firstly, to give the witch doctor, who had cared about him before, the right to know first, and secondly, to show his own strength and value to the Lion Tribe.

As for whether he is willing to treat other lion orcs after this, that is not as simple as a sentence or two.

Su Muyou lowered his eyes. It was difficult for him to be generous before his competitors arrived.

However, according to Yuxi's wish, Vina will be the exception who is favored.

The recovered lion beastman grinned, "Thank you, Master Saint!"

"You're welcome." Su Mu raised his chin slightly, looking a little proud and complacent.

Vina smiled and shook her head, "Okay, there are no other injured here now. I'm going to go get some herbs. You can go out and play too."

Kitty frowned when she heard that, feeling a little worried, "Are you going alone? I'll go with you!"

He also knew several kinds of herbs, but when he was wandering outside, he didn't have the conditions to find a witch doctor to treat his injuries, so he could only find them on his own.

Just in time to help.

"No, I have someone with me." Vina declined his offer and glanced at the kitten's tattered clothes. "Ask Altaïr to pick some lily pads for you, clean them and bring them here. I'll make you some new clothes."

There are fewer patients recently, so I have some free time.

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The so-called tree clothes leaves grow on clothes trees.

The leaves are spacious and large, with dense meridians and are extremely soft. After rubbing off the green leaves, you will find pure natural fabric.

In addition to being able to cover the body, it is also breathable, making it the first choice for orcs to make clothes in this season.

If it gets colder, we'll have to change into fur.

The lily tree grows in the forest. If you want its leaves, you have to cross the river.

Su Muyou looked at the stream, which was not very turbulent, and his feet stopped at the shore as if they were rooted.

He pursed his lips and looked at his bondholder.

Altaïr had rolled up his trouser legs and walked into the water.

He turned around and gestured, "Go this way, there is a water path, it's not deep."

The kitten's fear of water made its tail hanging behind it a little stiff.

Su Muyou shook his head randomly and said, "Go and help me pick them. I won't go."

Altaïr returned to shore and approached the Son to whom he was to pledge his allegiance.

Su Muyu looked at his expressionless face and suddenly felt a little scared.

Could it be that this brat was trying to take advantage of the opportunity to take revenge and forcibly pull him over?

His muscles were tense, ready to run away at any moment.

However, facts have proved that he was judging others by his own standards.

Altaïr changed back into his animal form, and the snow-white lion crouched down silently, its meaning was clear: let him ride.

Su Muyou hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and sat on it.

But he was still muttering, "Why do you have to make me go? You're so annoying."

The white lion growled gruffly, but the kitten couldn't understand.

Su Muyou deliberately pulled his mane hard, "Did you scold me just now?"

The white lion shook its head, not sure whether it was trying to save its fur or deny his malicious speculation.

Altaïr stood up again and moved towards the river.

He clearly felt that the Holy Son, who had been making a lot of noise on his back just now, suddenly became quiet.

The legs that were originally swinging relaxedly were now tightly clamped.

Altaïr let out an uncontrollable purring sound of pleasure from his throat.

The white lion carried the kitten and walked into the river. The sound of the flowing water became clearer.

He walked steadily, but his steps were inevitably bumpy.

Su Muyou held on tighter, glanced to the side cautiously, then quickly moved back and buried his face in the white fur.

I just felt that the wind was getting colder.

Altaïr peeked at him through his reflection in the water, but the surface was so messy with ripples that he couldn't see clearly.

However, the feeling of being tightened on the back still revealed the kitten's fear.

I love eating fish, but I’m so afraid of water.

Who caught the fish for him in the past?

Even after reaching the shore, Altaïr was still troubled by this question and had not figured out the reason.

He shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore.

Su Muyu was still immersed in his own world when the sensation under his body suddenly changed.

The fluffy touch disappeared instantly, and the spacious and warm 'meat cushion' also shrank a few sizes.

He raised his head and suddenly found that he was no longer being carried by a lion, but was now being carried on the back of a man.

Altaïr straightened up.

At the same time, he put his hands through the kitten's legs to hold it up to prevent it from sliding off his back.

He tilted his head slightly, "It's safe."

Su Muyou could only see half of his face.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and the sun is shining brightly today.

The light golden eyes were filled with light, like a dazzling golden gem.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt that the face looked strangely familiar.