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

Chapter 338 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 30

Altaïr experienced firsthand what it meant to have retribution in this life. After driving away the other orcs, he was also driven away.

It doesn't matter, he's thick-skinned.

After a while, he thought of a reason, and holding the chicken feather as a token of authority, he said in a muffled voice: "I am your bondholder, so of course I have to stay to protect your safety."

At first glance, it does make sense.

However, Su Muyou quickly pointed out the flaw in his logic, "Then it will be the same if you go guard the door."

There was just a wall between us, and if there was any loud noise inside, it could be heard clearly from outside.

Not to mention now, even in the future, when the clan leaders are done with their work, the white lion will move next door.

Instead of being stuck together every minute of the day, 24 hours a day.

There was a hint of helplessness in Altair's eyes, mixed with a bit of grievance. Now he had nothing to refute, so he could only stare at the kitten silently, venting his displeasure.

If he goes to the door, then what is the difference between him and other orcs?

As for the future, we will talk about it later.

The white lion's eyebrows drooped slightly and its ears drooped, looking very pitiful.

That look was just like a whimpering puppy abandoned outside on a rainy day.

Su Muyou only held on for a short while before he was defeated.

It makes him seem like he is bullying a cub!

He let out a long breath and compromised, "I can only hide by the door."

In modern times, those who treat employees poorly will be sued to the Labor Bureau, but this is a step back.

Altaïr is a stubborn person, but he also knows when to stop.

Upon hearing this, he immediately changed back into his animal form and hid in a corner that was almost the farthest away from the kitten.

Try not to infringe on this private territory too much so as not to cause dissatisfaction to the other party.

Su Muyu looked at his goalkeeping demeanor and had an inexplicable premonition that such scenes would appear frequently in the future.

He rubbed his brows, decided not to worry about the future, and went back to bed, lying like a cat.

Treating Dick did take up a lot of his energy.

At the same time, the kitten also realized that something was wrong inside his body.

The energy that had been used up had not been restored, and compared to before, there was a vague feeling of loss.

He felt uneasy and could only temporarily attribute the reason to the need for rest.

Maybe everything will be back to normal when I wake up tomorrow?

Altaïr, who was guarding the door, saw the kitten close its eyes and looked like it was going to sleep. He tried to hold it back for a while, but couldn't help it and reminded it, "Your mouth is scratched."

That was what he observed before he couldn't bear to watch any longer. The kitten accidentally bit itself while treating a patient.

Su Muyou licked his lower lip. The pain was so slight that it could be ignored. Maybe it would heal after a while.

He didn't bother to care, "Oh."

"Won't you treat yourself?" The white lion stared at the orc on the bed without blinking, and there seemed to be a hint of urging in his voice.

Su Muyou turned over and said, "That's not necessary."

Altaïr recalled the kitten's pale face and wondered, was it because he was exhausted that he couldn't do it?

He thought for a moment and said considerately, "Then let me lick you. It will heal faster after licking."

He had done that every time he was injured before.

In the animal world, such actions are very common and can help clean wounds and disinfect.

However, for some reason, after saying this, Altaïr's heartbeat quickened and he felt inexplicably embarrassed.

What's going on?

Su Muyou: “?”

Do you want to listen to what you are saying!

"Pervert." He cursed softly, "I just licked it myself!"

His voice sounded so innocent, his expression and reaction seemed like he was a wooden spirit, but he acted like a hooligan in many ways.

As expected, you can’t judge a book by its cover, and the same goes for orcs.

Altaïr suppressed his disappointment and lay down. "All right."

His eyes were still fixed on the kitten sleeping with its back to him, its fluffy tail swinging back and forth.

He looked very irritated.

The white lion reviewed the situation briefly and concluded: the kitten probably felt that his position was unstable, so he was unhappy.

After all, among cats, the higher-ranking ones lick the fur of the lower-ranking ones.

Although he didn't want to lick the fur, but...it was almost the same.

The room fell silent, and the two sides stopped communicating.

After a while, the shallow breathing became long and continuous.

The kitten fell asleep.

Altaïr was not sleepy at first, but somehow his eyelids kept opening and closing until they finally closed completely.

Consciousness also fell into darkness.

The small ball of light hidden in the corner rolled out spontaneously at this time, hovered above the white lion's head, and hit his forehead without hesitation.

In an instant, he was immersed in it and disappeared.

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What meets the eye is an endless expanse of white mist, and a mysterious staircase extending toward the horizon.

It seems that as long as you reach the top, you can achieve a transformation in identity from an ordinary orc to a god.

Su Muyu's consciousness was groggy. He knew he was dreaming, but he could not control his behavior or the direction of his dream.

The body took a step forward under the inexplicable guidance, walking up the ladder to heaven.

What he didn't notice was that not far behind him, a little snow-white lion was following his steps, climbing the stairs with a grunt.

Soon, the clouds and mist dispersed, and the majestic and towering temple appeared before our eyes.

Compared with the temple, Su Muyou seemed as small as an ant.

He continued walking forward. At the end of the road, on the throne, sat the person who had called him.

My body suddenly felt lighter.

"kitten."

Su Muyu came back to his senses from his trance and found himself sitting on Qi with his legs apart.

He leaned back subconsciously and found that the feeling of being out of control had disappeared and he could move freely.

Qi put his arm around his waist to prevent him from falling to the ground if he moved too much. "Why, you don't recognize me after not seeing me for such a short time?"

The kitten silently repeated "This is the Beast God, the Beast God who gave him the ability" three times in his heart, and then he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

He lowered his voice and pretended to be obedient, "Qi."

Qi's attention was now on his face. "Are you hurt?"

Su Muyou felt the gaze that almost became real falling on his lips, "......"

The next second you’re going to say that licking it will make it heal faster, right?

Well, he knew that the ship had split apart on its own, and both the White Lion and the Beast God were his lovers.

No need for reminders in dreams and reality!

Qi held his chin with his hand and lifted it up slightly. "Don't say anything. What are you thinking about?"

Su Muyou met his golden eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and denied, "I didn't think about anything."

Don’t you know the answer?

Qi raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly, moved closer, and blew gently on the wound on his lower lip.

The broken skin healed instantly.

Su Muyou watched him approaching, and was considering whether to pretend to struggle or just accept it and close his eyes. However, he never expected that only a cool breeze would fall on his lips.

He blinked slowly, somewhat surprised.

Will there be a day when a gangster will become a decent person?

There was no actual contact between the kitten and the beast god, but from the perspective of the little white lion who chased into the temple, the two were hugging and kissing each other in the most intimate way.