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

Chapter 347 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 39

The order came suddenly.

Altaïr tilted his head, confused, but did as he was told.

The huge white lion disappeared, replaced by an adult man with white hair and golden eyes.

As mentioned before, the most convenient thing about the Beast World is that you don’t need to worry about clothes when transforming between two forms.

But this is only under normal circumstances.

Although Altaïr grew rapidly in a short period of time, the clothes on his body remained the same size.

This results in the size being visibly smaller and tightening the muscles.

He moved a little uncomfortably and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pull it.

There was a crisp sound of breaking, and the clothes split into two pieces from the collar downwards, instantly becoming a battle-damaged version.

It's the same as the kitten under me.

For some reason, the battle looked extremely intense.

Su Muyu's eyelids twitched. The body that came into view had such clear lines that it looked like a nude sculpture in the studio that people could use as a reference for muscle direction.

If the other person's expression wasn't so innocent, it would be hard to believe that there was no deliberate intent in this action.

He refused to get caught up in the ambiguous atmosphere and jumped out of it.

After the size difference narrowed, the kitten became more calm.

He gently pushed the other person's face and said coldly, "Go away."

Obviously, this is a rejection of the white lion's mating request.

Altaïr's golden eyes dimmed a little, instantly filled with sadness, and even his eyebrows drooped.

It looked so pitiful.

Su Muyou was unmoved and urged, "Hurry up, it's too heavy."

The magnitude of the shock he had just felt was enough to keep him sane at all times.

What an outrageous beastly world.

Altair remained in his original position without moving, blinking very slowly, and seemed to be in the midst of a brainstorm.

After a while, the old matter was brought up again, "You yourself admitted that I am your bonded one."

Since such a relationship exists between the two parties, they must take responsibility at the critical moment!

The face that was pushed away took the initiative to press against the kitten's palm, rubbing it pitifully and flatteringly, "I've remembered it all in my heart. I will be your orc for the rest of my life."

Altair took every opportunity to swear his loyalty, but his eyes were not pure. Besides sincerity, there seemed to be a slightly aggressive love hidden in them.

"The bond between us is about protecting and being protected." Su Muyou couldn't pull his hand away, and resolved the misunderstanding with an expressionless face.

And these words seemed to stimulate Altaïr.

He closed his eyes and buried his head in the kitten's neck like a naughty boy, "I don't believe it, you are lying to me!"

Su Muyou suddenly understood the feeling of "a scholar meeting a soldier and unable to explain himself clearly".

At the same time, the close posture also made the other person's body temperature abnormally hot, which was transmitted through two layers of not-so-intact cloth.

He pinched the other's fluffy ears and said, "There's no need for me to lie to you. If you don't believe me, go ask the clan leader yourself."

"But..." Altaïr's voice sounded a little choked, "I just treat you as my partner."

Su Muyou: “.”

Where was his previous stubbornness? Why did he become so cunning now?

As he was complaining, the wetness on his shoulder became increasingly apparent.

Su Muyou: “?”

He gradually eased the pressure on the man's ear, and with a hint of inquiry in his voice, he said, "Lift your head up so I can see."

Altaïr shook his head sharply and said, "No."

Su Muyou was somewhat helpless. Was the mood so unstable during the fever period? If it was during normal times, would the other party dare to refuse his order?

"If you don't raise your head, you won't be a contract holder anymore." Tough measures must be used in special times.

As soon as he finished speaking, Altaïr froze and immediately did as he was told. Hesitantly, "Don't be angry. I'll listen to you."

It seemed as if the orc who had entered the rebellious period just now was not him.

And Su Muyou was finally able to see the other person's expression clearly.

The wetness on his shoulders was not an illusion; Altaïr's eyes were truly red, his eyelashes wet with tears.

To be honest, I really feel pity for her.

He was shaken for a moment, but the character he played still helped him.

Given the kitten's temperament, it would never accept the white lion, as its 'subordinate', doing anything beyond this limit.

He was just about to harden his heart and let Altaïr solve his physiological problem himself when he heard an unexpected address from the other party.

Altaïr's mind was filled with thoughts of how to appease the angry Son of God, and he subconsciously tried to please him in the way that appeared in his dream.

His hand followed the curve of his leg and found his partner's tail, rubbing and pressing gently, "Kitten."

When he first dreamed about the other person, he could only watch the other person acting coquettishly in someone else's arms through an invisible barrier.

Then, he unexpectedly regained control of his body, and while realizing part of the truth, he also enjoyed some of the benefits.

Later, I came into the dream again and again like an addiction.

Altaïr was not sure whether all that was just delusion, but he remembered that as long as he called out this name, the arrogant Son of God would become as soft as a cloud.

So well behaved that he wanted to take a bite.

Su Muyou's pupils suddenly shrank.

The only one who would call him that is the Beast God.

The totems on the forehead and arms glowed softly at this moment, and a subtle perception flowed through the heart.

The truth that was about to be revealed made the kitten stunned.

Altaïr, the beast god?

He was doubtful and tentatively called out, "Qi?"

Altaïr did not miss the shock in his eyes.

Not only did he not argue or deny it, he also imitated the way the person in his dream spoke and lowered his voice, "Try it, you will like it."

He was completely different from the crying look just now, like a completely different beast.

The cruelty of reality forced him to become schizophrenic.

It has to be said that Artair really did learn the essence of this gangster temperament with a hint of sexiness.

Even Su Muyu, who knew the truth, suspected that at this critical moment, it was the Beast God who forcefully seized control of the white lion's body.

He can be arrogant to his subordinates, but can he use the same attitude to his boss?

Staying rational during the fever period actually consumed a large part of Altaïr's energy.

Seeing the kitten's resistance decreasing sharply, he finally couldn't hold back anymore, lowered his head, and pecked lightly on the lips that he had been staring at for who knows how long.

I don’t know what words to use to describe the softness, which greatly relieved the feeling of heat in his body.

Just touch and leave.

Su Muyou pursed his lips: That's it?

In a flash, he discovered the truth. The person in front of him was Altaïr, not Qi.

Okay, okay, you just pretend to be yourself when you are forced into a corner, right?

"Kitten, again?" Having tasted the sweetness, Altaïr's eyes lit up and he applied again.

outside the house.

Seeing that there had been no major movement for such a long time since the Son of God was stolen, the guards looked at each other and became a little worried.

Risking being blamed, he knocked on the door of the house, "Master Saint, do you need any help?"

inside the house.

Su Muyou's lips were blocked, and his oxygen was deprived. In his hazy consciousness, he could only let out a few breath sounds from the gap between their lips.

So quietly that only the orcs clinging to it could hear it.

Altaïr separated temporarily to let the kitten take a break.

When he looked out the door, his eyes were full of fierceness, "Get lost."

He only felt hostility towards the existence that tried to take his partner away.