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

Chapter 330 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 22

Su Muyou frowned slightly.

When the lion chieftain saw the Holy Son, he was very respectful and used very precise words.

And the one he is facing now is the Beast God, the supreme beast among all beasts. Isn't it natural for him to abide by the rules?

What a little old man, how ugly!

"Okay, I'll allow you to see." Qi smoothed out the wrinkles on his brow and coaxed him patiently, "Open your eyes."

Now that things have come to this, there is naturally no reason to refuse.

Just as Su Mu wished, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly ready to flap its wings and fly.

The moment his vision became clear again, he met a pair of light golden eyes.

Those were the eyes of the Beast God, like the morning light that was not yet blinding in the early hours of the morning.

Her expression was gentle, but her beautiful eyebrows were still sharp.

With a healthy wheat-colored skin, he looks like a brave and warlike prairie warrior, somewhat rebellious and wanton, full of wildness.

And the totem that he had seen on the other person's arm was also on his face.

A mysterious line of brilliance climbed over the high bridge of the nose and spanned the middle of the face.

For some reason, there was a sense of déjà vu of a bite stopper, and the outward momentum was restrained a lot.

Su Muyou lowered his eyes and suppressed this "disrespectful" thought in his heart.

How could the great Beast God bring something that only pet dogs can use?

Qi felt the kitten's gaze wandering over his face, and when he had seen enough, he calmly asked, "How is it?"

Su Muyou pretended not to understand, his eyes full of confusion, "What do you mean?"

Brother, is the peacock spreading its feathers again?

"What do I look like?" Qi didn't get annoyed and finished the question slowly.

He is quite confident about his appearance.

Although he hasn't communicated with others for thousands of years, but in the vague memory that is so long ago, no one has ever said that he is not good-looking.

The great Beast God has not yet realized that his behavior is very much like a male seeking a mate, and he is trying hard to show off his own advantages.

Su Muyou glanced at him, not wanting to let him feel too good.

He didn’t say whether it looked good or not, “Qi has a face… that doesn’t worry about food.”

He wanted to say 'the ever-victorious general', but then he remembered that there was no such title as general in this world, so he changed his mind.

Straight to the point, straightforward and thorough.

Qi was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "The highest compliment."

"Eating" is the most important thing for orcs.

Only by ensuring food intake can they survive.

However, there are countless challenges in nature, and even the most powerful hunter cannot guarantee that he will return with a full load every time.

It is normal for animals to have ups and downs in their life.

But this simple sentence affirmed his strength.

Qi was originally just discussing the issue of appearance in a 'superficial' way, but who knew the other party would praise him so much?

He enjoyed it very much and liked the kitten even more.

Su Muyou saw the pride in his eyes and was choked.

I realized later that saying this would only make the other person feel better.

He fell silent and began to reflect.

Or maybe the "beastialization" is not thorough enough, and I habitually think about things from a human perspective.

For orcs, nothing is more important than hunting ability.

Qi was in a good mood and was ready to reward the kitten. "What do you want?"

He had been a god for tens of millions of years, so he naturally understood the principle of 'one does not visit a god without a request'. He was not so narcissistic as to think that the other party was simply thinking about him.

Su Muyou raised his eyes and observed his expression, "Can you give me everything I want?"

Qi raised his eyebrows and imitated his way of speaking without giving a direct answer. "That depends on how brave you are."