69novels Chapter 342 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 34
Chapter 342 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 34
The moment the coccyx is touched, the strong stimulation goes straight along the spinal nerves to the cerebral cortex.
Su Muyu's pupils suddenly contracted and dilated, and his waist softened without any performance.
But guided by instinct, he subconsciously followed the movements of that hand.
This feeling of being torn between reason and instinct is unpleasant.
He wanted to bite someone, and he actually did.
He opened his mouth and bit the collarbone of the person in front of him without hesitation.
Altaïr didn't even raise his eyebrows. Perhaps because he was in a dream, he didn't feel the sting of the bite at all.
On the contrary, the lips pressed against me are very soft...
He released the kitten's poor ears and whispered, "Don't worry."
Although he has no relevant experience, he will pay full attention to the other party's various feedbacks.
The bag is comfortable!
If Altaïr was using his own body now, his behavior at this moment would at most be that of a young man pretending to know something.
But the body he was using now was very intimidating at first glance, like an experienced prodigal son.
If Su Muyou still doesn't realize that the other party has got it wrong, then he has really traveled to so many worlds in vain.
He took a deep breath, "No, you..."
Just when I was about to explain that this was all a misunderstanding from the beginning, something strange happened.
The originally peaceful temple suddenly began to shake, as if it was shrouded in a natural disaster, and the people who were shaking had double vision.
Altaïr subconsciously hugged the kitten in his arms tightly and said, "Don't be afraid."
He had a vague feeling that the beautiful dream was about to end.
And everything that happened afterwards confirmed his guess.
The originally coherent picture around him began to crack and eventually broke into pieces and fell off.
Su Muyu and Altaïr, who were pulled into the dream, felt dizzy and lost consciousness at the same time.
The kitten, who was unable to move up or down due to the teasing, felt dizzy. Now he could finally have a good rest.
As for the little white lion...
Think about it, dream about it.
The dream that is controlled by one's own consciousness is very exciting.
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Fragments reshaped.
The majestic and solemn temple appeared again.
Qi, sitting on the throne, remained silent. He raised his hand and stroked his bitten collarbone.
Her face, which was not very white to begin with, looked even darker.
It's not a pleasant feeling to have control of your body taken away from you.
Indeed, all intimate interactions take place between the kitten and his body.
But this is very different from controlling it yourself.
Qi could distinguish and empathize with the little white lion, who was a part of his soul, and felt what it was feeling before.
This silly boy is so easy to satisfy. He is so happy just by touching and rubbing.
If it were him...
Qi leaned back in his chair in a bad mood, his eyes full of gloom.
Apart from this complaint, a vigilance that had not appeared for thousands of years was slowly awakening.
I originally thought that it was just a small soul fragment that would not affect him as the main soul at all.
Unexpectedly, the other party told him through actual actions that blind self-confidence is a taboo.
Qi's fingers tapped the armrest rhythmically. A hundred years was just a blink of an eye for him. Originally, he wanted to wait for the fragment to die of old age naturally.
But now, he began to consider whether to swallow it in advance.
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Su Muyou slept until the next day, but did not wake up naturally.
The heavy breathing in my ears was like an engine and could not be ignored.
He sighed deeply. Having overly sensitive hearing is not a good thing.
Su Muyou sat up from the bed. There was a gap in the window that was not closed tightly, and a faint light came in.
The white lion huddled by the door was shrouded in the mist, its soft fur gleaming with a silvery glow.
If Qi gave people the feeling of the sun, then the current Altaïr was undoubtedly the moon.
Putting the two fragments together, there was a sense that they were going to occupy him twenty-four hours a day.
Su Muyou was amused by his own thoughts, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
At this moment, I felt a slightly cool touch on the back of my hand.
He lowered his eyes and saw that it was the small ball of light that the Beast God had used to tease him before.
Su Muyou poked it with his finger and suddenly found that all the fatigue in his body had disappeared.
He was in such good condition that he seemed to have returned to the state before he treated Dick.
He quickly felt the power of the beast god in his body.
Sure enough, the missing 'gap' has now been filled.
All the hard work I did in my dream last night was not in vain.
"Roar..." As if dissatisfied with being ignored, the white lion at the door let out a faint roar.
Su Muyou originally thought that he was having a nightmare, but when he looked closely, he discovered that the white lion was in a very wrong state, with obvious pain on his face.
He quickly got out of bed, walked over, squatted down and touched the other person's head.
Unfortunately, the temperature measurement method commonly used by humans is of no use to a lion whose entire body is covered with hair.
Su Muyu could only use his hand to feel Altaïr's breath, which was very hot.
He was so worried that his first thought was: Did he catch a cold while sleeping on the floor?
But then he thought, with the orcs' physique, let alone sleeping on the ground in animal form for one night, even sleeping in human form for three nights would not be a problem.
"Altaïr?" he called softly, but received no response.
The kitten frowned slightly and placed his hand over the other's head.
The power of the Beast God that had just been replenished began to work again.
If something happened to the other party, where would he find a second contractor who could help him catch fish?
Time passed minute by minute, but the power condensed in the palm of the hand was unable to enter the white lion's body, and naturally could not play any healing role.
Su Muyou frowned, this shouldn't be the case.
Suddenly, my palms felt warm.
Looking down, the white lion had already opened its eyes.
"I'm fine." Altaïr's voice was a little hoarse, and he licked the kitten's palm to comfort it.
The feeling of being cared for made him feel like he was in the clouds.
However, the two dreams were so vivid in his mind that he was somewhat afraid to look directly into the other person's eyes.
Su Muyou didn't believe it.
The white lion lay there sickly after waking up, unable to lift a muscle.
Does this look like everything is alright?
Su Muyou raised his hand and wiped the licked hand on the other person's forehead.
He stood up and ordered coldly, "Stay here and don't move."
As an orc, I believe that the power of the Beast God is omnipotent.
Whether it is a wound or an illness, it should be easy to handle.
It didn't work, the one who's wrong is Altaïr!
The kitten thought of it as a matter of course.
He decided to ask the lion chief to come over and identify whether this was a racial defect of theirs.
After all, Altaïr's color is different from that of ordinary lions.
"No need..." Altaïr tried to stop him, but when he stood up halfway, the soreness in his joints made him lie back down.
Su Muyou didn't listen, gave him a warning look, and went out.
Altaïr could only watch his back helplessly.
It was still early, but it wasn't as cold outside as I had imagined.
There were already quite a few lion beastmen busying around, piling up the materials needed to build houses on one side.
I just moved very lightly so that not much noise was made.
Su Muyu didn't have to spend much effort to find the orc he was looking for among the orcs.
He took two steps forward and said, "Chief, please go in and see Altaïr."
The lion chief put down the things in his hands in confusion, "What happened to him?"