Chapter 332 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 24
Chapter 332 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 24
"pat"
It was the sound of a fish falling to the ground.
Su Muyou was stunned, and different swear words went through his mind.
How can you throw food on the ground? It's dirty!
With his hands free, Altaïr lifted the kitten from the ground and held it close to his head for a closer look.
Su Muyou, whose scalp felt a little cold: "..."
Should I say it’s a good thing that the other party’s fish was hung with grass roots?
If I grab it directly with my hands, his fur will be wet too!
While feeling relieved, Kitty also realized the intention of Altaïr's action.
My heart, which had calmed down because the ball of light was not discovered, suddenly became tense.
When he was with the Beast God, he did not smell any scent on the other party.
This is consistent with the illusory and unfathomable image of gods.
So, he didn't defend in that direction at all.
But, the white lion’s nose is different from his?
Feeling somewhat guilty, Su Muyu stretched out his claws and pressed against Altaïr's chin to prevent him from getting any closer.
With a sour face and a muffled voice, he asked, "Did I allow you to hug me? Then do it?"
This is really an act of insubordination!
Altaïr looked him in the eye, his light golden eyes full of seriousness. "You smell like someone else. Who is it?"
It was so thick that it almost covered up the kitten's existence.
It was like it was completely marked, with the name of another orc written on it.
Altaïr developed an inexplicable hostility towards this strange aura and really disliked this feeling.
What can Su Muyou do when he is questioned?
He denied it stubbornly, "You smelled it wrong, there is no one."
The kitten is not a fool. He knew that the Beast God left urgently before the white lion arrived, so he did not want to be exposed in front of other orcs.
This privilege is exclusively for him.
In order to avoid doing anything wrong and angering the Beast God, which would hinder his ability to ask for benefits in the future, he could only play dumb.
Altaïr's brows were furrowed, with the word "disbelief" written in both his eyes.
Therefore, even though the kitten had just said that, he did not let go of his hand easily, but just changed his posture.
He went from holding it in his arms to trying to cover it up with his own scent.
Of course, not touching her casually had already used up all of his emotional intelligence.
Altaïr said bluntly, "It is, and you are lying."
Su Muyoumu had a sullen face and refused to admit it. "If I say no, then no."
At this moment, he really wanted to say: We are of the same root, why are we so eager to fight each other?
Altaïr does not know how to read other people's expressions and emotions, nor does he know when to stop.
Very seriously, "Yes, my nose is not broken, I can smell it."
"Then you remembered it wrongly. This is the smell I smell like." Su Mu continued to deny it with a specious argument.
He felt like a cheating husband who came home and was suddenly checked on...
Upon hearing this, Altaïr actually recalled the past.
After a while, he made a fair comment, "You're lying again. You smell better than this."
Su Muyou: “?”
A sentence suddenly floated through my mind: Brother, you smell so good.
He was silent for a moment, then commented sharply, "Are you a pervert? What normal male would catch a male and smell him and say it smells good?"
The kitten was also very worried about covering up the existence of the Beast God.
I have to find an opportunity to play up my misery and let someone know about my efforts.
Altaïr, who was labeled a 'pervert', opened his mouth but could not utter any words of rebuttal. He was speechless.
After his behavior was exposed, he realized belatedly that he was indeed quite abnormal?
But this abnormality only applies to the kitten. He has no interest in other male orcs.
Seeing that he was silent, Su Muyou finally found an opportunity to distort the facts, "You are just too abnormal, so you have hallucinations!"
Altaïr: "..."
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