69novels Chapter 350 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 42
Chapter 350 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 42
The person on top of him had familiar features, but a different expression, which made him reveal a sharpness that he had never shown to him before.
Kitty, who has always held the initiative in this relationship, has been suppressed and threatened to this point, and her unhappiness has reached a critical point.
Putting aside the situation regarding the Beast God, the last time he was so passive was before he became the Son of God.
His eyes were already on Altaïr's neck, as if he was trying to figure out where to bite him so as to cause effective damage instantly.
It is a fatal weak point for almost all living things.
If we push him too far, the worst that could happen is that both of us will be destroyed!
Do you really think he is Hello Kitty?
"Who left it here?" Xi Yan's voice was cold and questioning.
It's like the wife asking her husband who hasn't come home all night where the smell of perfume on him comes from.
It's just that he didn't realize it himself.
He looked carefully and saw that there were some redness and swelling on Xiao Sanhua's body, which meant that the marks were left very recently.
To be frank, he really suspected that the other person had just gotten out of someone else's bed and ran over to find him.
Tsk.
Xi Yan touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and his eyes became even more depressed.
It is really a restless and playful kitten who likes to run around.
Su Muyu's eyes were fixed, as if he was looking at a fool.
He raised his hand and pointed forward, "You."
He was extremely speechless, but his tone was quite calm.
"Me?" Xi Yan's originally accusatory expression instantly turned into astonishment, "How could you..."
He subconsciously denied it. After all, he didn't drink any alcohol, so there was no loss of consciousness or blackout.
However, before he could finish his words, some disjointed fragments suddenly floated through his mind.
The whimper that escaped from the lips, the hand on the shoulder that resisted being pushed away, the hot and sticky skin pressed against each other.
Finally, the two tails are entangled together.
It was only a few seconds, but the heat seemed to crawl into my bones.
Xi Yan looked dazed.
So the broken skin on the surface of the small fruit is for you to eat?
Seeing that he was in a trance, Su Muyou's ears twitched, and in the blink of an eye he pulled out his tail.
He rolled to the side nimbly and instantly broke away from the opponent's control.
The originally slender fingers with distinct joints turned into animal-like cat claws in the next second.
A fierce look flashed in the kitten's eyes, and without saying a word, it scratched the other party.
Now the person who didn't react became Xi Yan.
He only had time to step back before the enlarged cat's paw was already right in front of him.
The hooked claws brushed past the bridge of the nose, and a blood mark instantly appeared on the originally intact face.
Altaïr is an albino lion who retains his bestial features even after transforming into a human.
She has white hair and white eyelashes, and her skin is so white that it never gets tanned no matter how much sun it gets.
The blood color on his face was particularly obvious.
After a successful strike, Su Muyou squinted his eyes and admired his masterpiece.
By the way, observe carefully to see where is suitable for the second attack.
However, the white lion that was beaten seemed to wake up from a dream, and the temperament of the whole orc had obviously changed.
He slowly raised his hand and covered his nose, his face full of confusion about the current development.
The injury is not serious and may heal after a while.
But the fact that he was beaten for no reason right after waking up made him feel aggrieved.
Altaïr said in a muffled voice, "Why are you scratching me, kitten?"
Su Muyou: “.”
This is, running away after doing something bad?
The third fragment is really...
Humans are indeed cunning!
Seeing that he had a cold face and didn't speak, Altaïr plucked up the courage to move closer.
When his eyes touched the other person's body, the question that was originally intended to get to the bottom of the matter immediately took a turn.
His eyes were burning, and he did not hide his thoughts, "I want to kiss you again."
If he kisses her, he won't be angry if he gets beaten up for no reason.
The white lion now is no longer a cub whose fur has not yet fully grown.
But it is an adult lion that has undergone baptism.
His appetite has been enlarged, and just hugging and touching him is no longer enough to satisfy him.
The kitten put her hand against his face which was getting closer and closer, with inquiry in her eyes.
Was the abnormality just now fake, or was there really a problem?
At this moment, the white lion seemed to have completely forgotten what happened in the previous second.
It seems that I need to find some time to ask the Beast God.
Altaïr buried half of his face in Sumuyu's beastly paws, the pink pads were soft.
His mouth suddenly felt dry and he couldn't help but lick it.
The beautiful scene of last night flashed through my mind, and I could only remember the marrow of the bone.
Altaïr stared at the kitten intently, ready to make a move.
If the other party shows any hesitation or compromise, he will take advantage of it.
The wetness on his palm was obvious, and Su Muyou shuddered.
A backhand slap almost as a reflex.
But at least he put away his claws this time.
The flesh pads were soft, the face was soft, and the force used was not very strong, so there was almost no pain.
But Altaïr still covered his face, his golden eyes dim.
She said in the tone of someone who had been betrayed by a heartless man: "You hit me again."
Su Muyou was unmoved, with his arms folded across his chest, "Is the fever period over? Don't rest, go catch some fish."
Ass kiss.
He squinted his eyes and glanced at Altaïr, which was also a test.
After all, an orc who can say "the initiative is in my hands" will not just listen to him and do what he says.
Altaïr's ears twitched, accurately grasping the key point, "Are you hungry?"
Indeed, I consumed a lot of energy last night and should be hungry.
His own needs were decisively put aside, and he stood up from the bed, stripping off the remaining fabric on his body.
Su Muyu's gaze followed his movements and he clearly saw the back covered with red marks.
His face felt a little hot, and he tilted his head, forcing himself to ignore it.
Altaïr had already put on the shirt he had taken out of the package and looked back.
"Wait for me at home. I'll try to come back as soon as possible."
By the way, he took out one of his clothes and handed it to the kitten, "You still have clothes, wear mine first."
After all, the other party’s things are in a mess now.
Su Muyou, who had heard this request countless times, did not move. After being reminded, he remembered the thing that had been ignored.
"Made by Vina herself." But now it has been forcibly transformed into a cardigan by someone!
He looked dissatisfied and emphasized.
Altaïr lowered his head like a large dog being lectured, but his tail swung unfaithfully. "I'll fix it for you."
Even if he could go back in time, he would still make the same choice.
Su Muyou snorted heavily, "It would be better if it works."
Altaïr did not talk back: He has been honest (surface version)