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

Chapter 364 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 56

The two of them chatted on the phone for a while, talking about trivial daily matters from all over the world.

No one felt bored, but rather enjoyed it.

It’s like a young couple who are reluctant to part with each other and are desperately trying to find topics to extend the time they can spend together.

Until the kitten yawned, obviously sleepy.

Qi Zuowei was not sleepy, but he felt sorry for the other person forcing himself to chat with him despite feeling sleepy.

He took the initiative to end the topic, "You should go to bed, it's getting late."

Su Muyu's eyes narrowed and his consciousness jumped back and forth between confusion and clarity.

After getting permission from his "superior", he did not give up resistance immediately.

His already dulled brain thought for a moment and then asked, "Then come to me immediately after you finish your training."

Just consider it as a report of safety.

After saying this, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Tu Liuqi was left standing there in a daze.

Sufficient pampering and indulgence made the kitten inadvertently speak in a commanding tone.

For him, this kind of communication method of being treated equally or even implicitly placed in a lower position was something he had not experienced since he became a god.

"How courageous," he commented coolly.

But the smile on his lips still revealed the enjoyment in his heart.

This shows that the distance between the kitten and him is getting closer and closer.

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The next day.

Su Muyu woke up naturally from his sleep and saw a bright little ball of light when he turned around.

Compared to the bleak state before, it now seems to have returned to the way it was when we first saw it.

He stretched out his hand and poked it. Was this to replenish the energy of the Beast God before falling asleep?

Before he could figure out what was going on, there was a knock on the door.

Altaïr had been eating and sleeping with the kitten for so long, so he naturally understood his daily routine.

Thinking that the time was about right, he knocked on the door with the fish he had caught earlier.

Last night the other party deliberately mentioned a mouthful of river fish, probably because he wanted to eat it.

There are also many fish in the underground reserve ponds, but those kept in captivity have lost some of their vitality.

Cats have the right to be picky eaters!

However, the river environment was still affected by the sandstorm. Even though Altaïr got up early enough, after searching for a long time, the fish he found were not very big.

He looked down at the fish in his hand, which was only half an arm's length.

He sighed. Compared with the previous "wealth", this could only serve as a bit better than nothing.

When Su Muyou opened the door, he saw his dejection and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is that enough?" Altaïr held the fish forward.

Su Muyou took a step back and dodged the sweep of the fish's tail, "That's enough."

The fish were smaller than before, but there were three of them.

"That's good." Altaïr breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a clear sense of apology in his tone. "It may be a while before we can eat big fish again."

Su Mu was slightly startled, then shook his head, "It doesn't matter, the meat of small fish is still tenderer."

It was clearly a natural disaster beyond human control, but the other party's attitude was as if they had done something wrong.

He suddenly remembered a saying: Love is always feeling indebted.

Altaïr's actions fully demonstrated the meaning of this sentence.

Su Muyou turned around and stretched, using this action to hide the emotion in his eyes.

Really, playing such sentimental tricks on him so early in the morning!

Seeing that the kitten did not show any disdain and seemed to like it very much, Altaïr was now completely relieved.

The two of them had a nice breakfast together.

However, the warm time did not last long, as the guard team that was changing shifts brought new news.

"The stray orcs they brought back yesterday are determined to settle down in the tribe." The speaker was Avril.

Her house is quite close to Vina's, and she heard the news last night.

Altaïr, who had been relaxed, straightened his back instantly. "Are you sure he is a witch doctor?"

The way that man looked at the kitten yesterday made him feel particularly uncomfortable. This news was really not good news for him.

What Su Muyou wanted to say was said by him first, so he could only glare at him to express his dissatisfaction.

Then, he looked at Avril with curiosity, waiting for her answer.

"Well, Vina said that his approach is rather wild and different from that of traditional witch doctors. Moreover, his knowledge of common herbs is quite weak and he still needs to learn."

Avril winked playfully, "Technically, I'm half a witch doctor."

Su Muyou didn't find it strange.

Human doctors are modern doctors, and everything in the animal world is unfamiliar to them.

"Weak cognition?" Altaïr narrowed his eyes. "Could he be an orc from another tribe disguised as a fraud? It would be better to just... cough, keep a close watch on him."

He almost let his emotions lead him and exposed his desire to drive the other person away. Fortunately, at the last moment, Artair calmed down and changed his words.

The Lion Chief said that one's own maturity is one of the important factors in giving one's partner a sense of security.

Being too impulsive and emotional will give other orcs the impression that he has not grown up yet.

It's not rational enough. No.

Su Muyou glanced at him and could fully understand what the other party had not finished saying.

However, the revised statement did make sense, and he nodded in agreement, "We need to be more vigilant."

After all, the Beast God had emphasized that humans were "sinister, cunning, and scheming."

"Yeah, he'll be staying with Vina for the time being."

Avril knew that the Son of God valued witch doctors, so she explained, "There are other orcs with them, don't worry!"

The kitten's brows relaxed, "That's good."

Altaïr was vaguely worried.

However, unexpectedly, in the next few days, Xi Yan did not take the initiative to look for Su Muyu in private.

On the contrary, because he missed Vina, Su Muyu went to visit her several times.

He took off his casual clothes and put on clothes made of tree leaves unique to the animal world.

Judging from his attire, Xi Yan is already adapting to and integrating into this tribe.

The gentle and refined manner embellished by modern clothing faded away, and when his face was cold, his sharpness was vaguely similar to that of Altaïr.

Su Mu and You Gang sighed that they were indeed the same soul and on some levels could be imagined as fraternal twins.

The next second, the other party gave him a gentle, somewhat formulaic smile.

That similarity is like the reflection on the water surface, which is shattered into pieces by shaking the water waves.

The human doctor remained quite calm and did not reveal any of his true feelings.

When I looked up at the kitten, it was like looking at a stranger.

The reason for laughing is purely out of courtesy and habit, and it is the same for everyone.

The kitten's identity is not ordinary. He has nothing now. He is not even qualified to pursue or fight for anything.

Xi Yan is not a person who aims high but lacks the ability to achieve it. It is his habit to play it safe.

At this moment, the most important thing should be to obtain the "medical license" of this world and the long-term residency rights of the Lion Tribe.

If you don't meet the requirements, or reveal your thoughts in advance and are kicked out directly, it will be extremely difficult to meet the kitten again.

He would never do anything stupid like making his future more difficult because of losing his patience.

Su Muyou came back to his senses, not hiding his vigilance, his expression was unusually serious.

Don't be easily deceived by appearances.

Altaïr followed behind him, and with the back of the kitten's head facing him, he did not hide the rejection in his eyes.

Xi Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at him impartially, with the gentleness on his face unchanged.

The comments in his heart were quite sharp in contrast: he has strong limbs, is stubborn, and doesn't know how to hide his emotions.

This is a good entry point.

Finally, Vina couldn't stand it anymore. "You two started staring at each other as soon as you got here. Do you have any weird habits?"

"No." Su Muyou touched his nose, his eyes a little vague, "I just came to see if you need any help."

"The Son and I think the same thing," Altaïr said in a muffled voice, echoing his husband.

Avril, who knew everything, shook her head helplessly in the back.

Vina also had the same helpless look on her face.

She waved at the two of them and said, "Okay, there's nothing I can help you with recently. Go play somewhere else."

Being a witch doctor is not easy. All the difficulties combined together form a towering mountain.

How easy is it to climb over?

She is not young anymore, and none of the apprentices she has taught has persisted.

Now that we have finally found a good candidate, of course we must do our best to keep him here.

Otherwise, I really don’t know what the Lion Tribe will do in the future!

Su Muyu and Altaïr had to leave with regret under the witch doctor's order to leave.

The kitten spread his hands, shrugged, and decided not to care about it anymore.

Although humans are cunning and have many thoughts, if they are fragments of the Beast God, they should not be bad people.

As long as you don't put your eyes on him, it doesn't matter!

And Altaïr's hostility temporarily decreased by a thumb-sized amount.

After several attempts, this "strange orc" named Xi Yan has been behaving relatively honestly so far.

However, he won't let his guard down completely.

Once the other party's ambition is rekindled and he looks at the kitten with that kind of eyes, he will not hesitate to list the other party as an enemy!

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The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the days pass quickly as we work together to build our home.

In the blink of an eye, the territory that was swept into ruins by the sandstorm turned into rows of houses unique to the beast world, in an orderly manner.

It was at this time that the Lion Chief received news from other races.

Without any warning, the power of natural disasters is enough to destroy the peace of an entire tribe.

If you are not adequately prepared, you will suffer heavy losses.

After the sandstorm, the most suitable activities to hold are the selection of tribal warriors and competitions between several tribes.

If your team is in good shape and has sufficient strength, then this event can help you demonstrate your strength and intimidate your enemies.

It can even directly nibble out some potential problems that are emerging in dark corners.

At the same time, it can also expand the influence of one's own tribe.

For example, if two tribes set their sights on a piece of land at the same time, there will inevitably be a dispute.

But if one tribe has many famous warriors and strong strength, while the other tribe is unknown, then this dispute may not happen.

Large-scale team battles will bring losses to both sides, it’s just a matter of size.

In the cruel world of beasts, once you show signs of fatigue, you will easily be targeted.

Sometimes, a little tacit retreat is needed.

Of course, inter-tribal competitions are not something that must be participated in. The herbivorous orcs don’t like to get involved. Their main concern is to be Buddhist and just stay alive.

Generally, only a few carnivores at the top of the pyramid like to play like this, and they have become familiar with each other.

It is also for this reason that some tribes cannot enjoy the preferential treatment of absence from the competition.

If we don't go to the Lion Tribe, they will be visited by other "good brothers" one after another within half a month.

After all, there are many orcs who are coveting this land in their territory.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, the Lion Chief convened another meeting.

"The competition will be in two months." He announced the set time.

"Two months, so hasty?"

"Where are we competing? It will take a long time if we can't get there in time!"

"Tsk, it must be the snake orcs who are so impatient. They like to hide in caves and are the least affected!"

"If you beat him up, he'll behave himself. I'll sign up!"

The lion chief waited until they had finished venting their emotions before making a 'hush' gesture.

He looked at the lively young orcs in front of him, his eyes full of satisfaction and relief.

The natural disaster did not take any of them away.

The Lion Chief went on to say, "Before the competition in two months, I would like you to compete with each other and select a few tribal warriors to represent you."

It is impossible to come out in full force for a competition, and people are still needed to guard the territory.

"Fighting will inevitably result in injuries, and considering the time it takes to travel, the internal competition will be scheduled for a month later."

The patriarch's thoughts were as comprehensive as ever.

The young lion beastmen looked at each other in bewilderment. Instead of being hit by the news, they became even more eager to try.

War is in their blood.

You know, before evolving into orcs, lions were originally a race with only one or two male lion leaders.

The males have long wanted to determine who is superior and who is inferior to each other.

And the females are not willing to lag behind. Who says they are necessarily worse than the males? Let the fists speak for themselves!

The decision on the internal competition was passed unanimously.

As a young and strong adult orc with excellent hunting skills, Altaïr was naturally one of the participants in the meeting.

After the meeting, he was called back.

The lion chief patted his shoulder and said, "I am very optimistic about you."

His expression was somewhat complicated, and he was obviously missing his parents through Altaïr.

Altaïr pursed his lips.

He has been a loner since he was a child and doesn't care much about the honor of the Lion Tribe.

Compared to all these, it is more meaningful to guard the little cat that is dear to my heart.

As if seeing through his stubbornness, the lion chief did not say anything long to persuade him.

He just sighed and said, "Go back and think about it carefully. I won't force you."

Altaïr stared at him deeply, said nothing, and walked back with heavy steps.