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

Chapter 324 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 17

Su Muyou suddenly had a bad feeling.

His heart tightened a little, and he was ready to verify it with actual action.

Therefore, after the kitten was sure that it had reached the other side and was away from the "dangerous" waters, it just said "oh" calmly.

He did not move from Altaïr's back, showing no intention of getting off.

Anyway, he is now a person who is getting more and more arrogant as time goes by.

It is understandable that he would be too arrogant, too lazy and unwilling to walk on his own, and thus enslave his own indentures.

Altaïr waited there stupidly for a long time before he realized the kitten's intention.

This means he will be treated as a mount forever.

Altair had a blank expression on his face. Without saying a word, he turned his head back to look straight ahead and started walking towards his destination.

He remained silent about this.

Su Muyu's brows slightly frowned, and his heart sank again and again.

As a worker who had read the entire script in advance, he naturally knew about Altaïr's tragic past.

The other party's attitude towards the Beast God and the Holy Son is not as respectful and friendly as other orcs.

In the later part of the script, if it weren't for the arrival of the human doctor, even if the Beast God gave him oracles every day, the white lion might not be willing to pay attention.

But now, his tolerance is surprisingly high.

Although there was a lion chief mediating between them, they should not be so submissive.

Being so young and full of vigor, if he were treated like this, wouldn't he at least let out a reluctant sigh?

Su Muyu was very dissatisfied with the fact that Altaïr obeyed such an arrangement without any hesitation.

The possibility of my guess coming true is getting higher and higher.

He gritted his teeth. If the boat split into two again, wouldn't his waist be in pain again?

Altaïr had no idea where Sumuyu's thoughts had wandered.

All he knew was that because he didn't hold his neck properly, the kitten on his back had slipped down a little.

The other person's human form is taller than him.

His long arms and legs hung on his body in a very relaxed manner, swaying back and forth as he walked.

Altaïr could only shake him up, then move his hands back and support his thighs with just the right amount of force.

This way, it won't slip again.

Su Muyu only felt that he was thrown up, and the scene in front of him blurred for a moment.

After realizing what the other party had done, his eyes widened slightly.

The dignity of an adult orc was damaged. "What are you doing?"

"Don't move." Altaïr's arm muscles bulged, and he held the orc firmly on his back, but he threatened the orc, "You're going to fall."

The kitten's struggles were indeed a little less intense.

Su Muyu could only see the back of his head. Hidden in his medium-long white hair was a pair of short, furry, semi-circular ears.

Can't see the expression clearly.

He exhaled slowly, his heart eager to delve deeper.

As my thoughts turned, I made a decision.

Su Muyouben placed his hand on Altaïr's shoulder and grabbed the ear of the animal he had just carefully examined.

He yelled angrily, "If you throw me down, you'll be dead!"

The kitten, whose fighting power was totally inferior to that of the lion, now used threatening moves with full confidence.

It fully demonstrates the arrogance that comes from being in power.

Altaïr paused.

It’s not because of the arrogant words, but the ears are undoubtedly a sensitive point for their race.

At this moment, I was being pulled rudely, and I couldn't tell whether it was painful or itchy.

Altaïr's breathing became heavier, and he felt somewhat at a loss.

This was the first time he had experienced such a thing since he was a child.

Should he shake his head to save his ears, utter a few curses, and then bite the kitten hard to teach it a memorable lesson, or... leave it alone?

The atmosphere became somewhat tense and awkward amid the White Lion's silence.

However, Su Muyou knew that the other party was not as calm as he seemed.

He was not disabled or paralyzed, and he could feel the hand supporting him gradually tightening.

Even if she didn't look down, she knew that the flesh of her legs was being pressed so hard that it was overflowing from between the other person's fingers.

Su Muyou glanced sideways and calculated his height from the ground. The worst outcome would be falling down.

He tensed his nerves, making sure he could react in time so as not to end up in a mess.

After making all the necessary preparations, the kitten rudely pulled the white lion's ears.

She kept asking for an answer, "Did you hear me? And you are not allowed to tickle me!"

If the opponent used a little more force, even if he didn't extend his claws, his legs would have been bruised!

The stinky lion is full of brute force.

Hearing the urging, Altaïr, torn between a natural and a bad conscience, softened his grip and chose a more peaceful approach.

With his eyes downcast, he looked like a good-tempered domestic cat and said, "I heard you."

Before this, the patriarch had told him in person to get along well with the Son of God.

The mature White Lion thought: This level of unreasonableness did not touch his bottom line.

Can bear it.

Su Muyou was like a punch on cotton, still being carried well, and all the corresponding preparations were in vain.

His eyelids twitched. Were they really cracked?

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