radicalducati Chapter 361 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 53
Chapter 361 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 53
Even if you know that the script your lover is holding has a male protagonist favored by heaven, it is impossible for her life to be in danger.
But his mood was still the same as that of the character who was unaware of the truth, and he was worried about it.
As I was eagerly waiting, a gray figure rushed in like lightning.
After looking around, he successfully locked onto the target, then spread his limbs and started running.
Although there is a big difference in appearance, it really gives the feeling of a big dog running towards its owner.
Altaïr took many detours to bypass the orcs blocking his way and successfully rushed to the kitten.
Before he could even rub against the other person, he was hit hard on the forehead.
"Snapped!"
Very crisp.
Su Muyou frowned and scolded unceremoniously, "Too slow!"
If you don't come back, he will prepare to collect your body!
The beaten Altaïr shook his head.
However, he did not feel wronged or sad. Instead, his eyes lit up and he felt very happy.
I get angry because I care about him.
If you really don't have any feelings for him, you should have an indifferent attitude right now!
Altaïr purred in his throat and shamelessly pressed his furry head forward again.
Su Muyou put his hands on his face and pushed him away mercilessly: "Stay away from me, it's all dust!"
The wind and sand outside do not fall selectively, but will very fairly "save all living beings".
Especially since Altaïr himself is a white lion, any dust or dirt on him is particularly obvious.
"It's dirty and slow. Can you do it?" The kitten used a disdainful and harsh tone to hide his concern for the other party.
Altaïr growled indistinctly and approached again, but this time he stopped automatically when he reached a certain distance.
The kitten, who was given an animal language translator, understood his meaning without any obstacles.
He frowned, but still reached out his hand cooperatively.
The white lion opened its mouth, and a round ball of light fell into his palm.
There was a reason for this. Altaïr, who was hunting alone, took a slower time to drag his prey back than the other lion orcs who were working together.
After successfully arriving at the tribe, he joined the team transporting food.
After finishing everything, he followed the main group and thought of the small ball that Su Muyu always slept with.
He didn't know what it was, but from the fact that the brightness could be adjusted at will and it would hit the kitten on the head when it was sleeping, it was obviously not an ordinary object.
Considering the other party's identity as the Son of God, this unusual little ball of light was most likely left by the legendary Beast God.
Altaïr did not forget that Su Muyu, who was exhausted after treating Dick, became refreshed after a good sleep.
He reasonably speculated that this small ball of light might be the key to the other party's energy replenishment.
Altaïr could not bring himself to ignore it.
The fact that the lion beastmen would hide underground from the ground is enough to prove that those houses are not able to withstand sandstorms.
What if the truth is really what he imagined, and the other party is not used to taking him out during the day as usual.
Then when the sandstorm ends, it is very likely that both the house and the ball will disappear completely...
After spending every day together, Altaïr knew best how much Kitten valued his abilities.
How big a blow would it be if we lost our supplies?
Instead of waiting for the worst result to occur, it is better to check it out as soon as possible to avoid it from happening.
He took a gamble and ran away.
The moment he saw the ball of light at the head of the bed, Altaïr was extremely glad that he had done so.
Su Muyou looked at the object on his palm that was even a little damp, and asked word by word, "Is this why you're slow?"
His tone sounded flat, and Altaïr could not tell his emotions.
After hesitating for a moment, he nodded honestly.
"Snapped!"
The crisp slapping sound lingered in the air, and the white lion's forehead was hit hard again. He shrank his neck back in pain.
Su Muyou's chest rose and fell with anger. He wanted to curse, and he really cursed, "Are you a fool?"
Throwing your own life at risk for a ball of light is extremely stupid!
But......
Ultimately, it was all for him.
Su Muyou pursed his lips tightly, his heart felt as if it was filled with lemonade, sore and uncomfortable.
Sometimes, knowing too much about your loved one's thoughts can also be a burden.
"Woo!" Altaïr was really feeling aggrieved now.
However, when he raised his head to accuse, he saw the kitten's red eyes.
All the emotions in my heart turned into anxiety in an instant.
Altaïr nudged the other's hand with his head and said, "Ah, ah!"
He doesn't feel any pain, it doesn't matter how many times he gets hit.
Don't cry.
Su Muyu ignored his flattery and looked carefully over the white lion's body.
I felt better after making sure that there were no bloody wounds except for some dirt.
Finally, he looked at the other person's forehead.
If there are no other wounds, then this is the only injury.
It was covered with a layer of fluff, and I didn't know if it was swollen after two slaps.
They looked at each other in silence, but warmth was growing.
The noises around seemed to fade away.
Orcs have sharp five senses, and Su Muyou did not miss the surge in the feeling of being stared at.
He suddenly raised his head and arrested many orcs who were watching the fun on the spot.
The lion beastmen who were originally noisy were staring at this side openly or secretly, paying attention to their movements.
It's almost as if the words "front row spectators" were written on his face.
Su Muyou's expression, which had originally relaxed, turned cold again.
However, the faint blush on her cheeks still seemed a bit inconsistent.
The white lion's head was at hand, and he stuffed the ball of light back without thinking.
"Go play by yourself!" The kitten, who was being watched, felt a little angry and left these words viciously.
He turned around and strode towards the resting place arranged for him by the Lion Tribe.
Artair, who was passively holding the ball of light, looked at him without even turning his head, and followed him like a follower.
Wait for him!
Su Muyu, who was walking in front, seemed to have heard his thoughts and actually slowed down his pace.
However, when Altaïr was side by side with him, he raised his leg and stepped on the opponent's claw.
It’s all his fault. He made me the target of criticism!
Altaïr, who felt no pain at all due to his thick skin, blinked slowly. "Ouch?"
The kitten takes the initiative to get close to him, it turns out that she has him in her heart!
They entered the house one after another, their figures hidden by the simple door.
At the same time, it also isolates the prying eyes of the outside world.
The muted discussion started again.
Under the emotional entanglement of the Son and Altaïr, even the tension caused by the sandstorm was reduced.
Avril, who was still standing at the door, couldn't help but mutter a few words, "Altaïr is really something. At this moment, he still has the leisure to make fun of the Son of God."
"That's right, she totally deserved to be beaten!" Her partner also complained.
There are many lion orcs who say these words.
The reason is simple. The existence of the light ball is not something that ordinary orcs can see whenever they want.
In the eyes of outsiders, it was Altaïr who clearly instructed the Son to reach out, but in the end he spit out a ball of air.
Isn't this just playing with the cat?
This is really too much. The Son of God’s worry about him is in vain!
Dick, another member of the guard team who stayed behind, felt even worse.
He had been feeling a little depressed ever since the white lion appeared.
The secret prayers in my heart still didn't have any effect.
Dick watched their interactions along with the other orcs, observing them even more closely.
He could sense that the Son treated Altaïr differently.
The reason for taking action is not because of dislike, but because of caring too much and losing control of emotions.
Before this, he had always regarded Altaïr's show-off as the attempt of an emotionally deficient person to show off his prowess.
But now, he could no longer deceive himself.
When the two walked into the house side by side, Dick turned his head and didn't look again.
Surrounded by the cubs, Vina frowned slightly, looking somewhat dissatisfied.
She also knew that Altaïr was Yusi's bonded partner.
Now it seems that the orcs who have just reached adulthood are still not very mature.
Still needs good training!
Altaïr was unaware that he was being misunderstood and denounced by his own people. He had just successfully followed the kitten into the house, but before he could be happy for long, he was driven out again.
The kitten's original words: "Don't come in unless you are clean!"
But he was not turned away.
The conditions in the shelter were already not very good, and kicking out the approved White Lion mattresses was just asking for trouble.
He is not stupid, there is no need to lower his "bad" living standard to "worse".
And what other thoughts did Altaïr have?
In order to get in, of course I had to concentrate on taking a shower!
......
On the ground, strong winds were raging.
Mixed with blinding sand, the originally peaceful land was swallowed up inch by inch.
Wherever it passed, all colors turned into khaki.
The lush vegetation was blown all over the place. The branches could not bear the force and broke into pieces with crackling sounds like firecrackers.
The branches, leaves and tree trunks were swept into the wind, mixed with stones and other objects brought up from various places, and the "attack power" of the wind and sand was further enhanced.
Not only is the visibility lower, but it also contains hidden weapons that can break bones and crush flesh.
If the orcs failed to find shelter in time, one can imagine what fate would await them.
Even if we are conservative, the mortality rate would be 99 percent.
The sandstorm is not targeted at any particular person; it is a common disaster for all orcs.
Temple.
Qi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and sweat on his forehead.
The totem on his body was moving, shining with golden light, but it looked a lot dimmer than before.
The large-scale natural disaster caused space shock, and the space-time gaps that had been captured before were torn larger.
His soul left his body and passed through it.
Taking the risk of extinction, he rode the turbulence and headed straight towards the place of special sensitivity.
Qi wants to bring back his soul fragments himself.
According to the original plan, he should have taken advantage of the blessing ceremony of the beast world to search for the fragments of his soul and absorb and integrate them.
Take steady steps and integrate all the power of this world.
Once you are strong enough, go to other worlds to find other fragments and rebuild your true self.
But the appearance of the kitten disrupted the plan he had been carrying out for thousands of years.
The Beast God is undoubtedly powerful, but also lonely.
As a god, Qi's life span is naturally infinite.
But what about the kitten?
As an ordinary orc, how long can he live?
Fifty years, a hundred years?
For Qi, all this time is just a blink of an eye.
He didn't want the kitten to become a memory that only existed in his mind in the near future.
He is not a messenger of God who was chosen by luck, and he does not want the other person to become his partner to spend his life with.
The stagnant water was disturbed and turned into turbulent waves.
As the last god left in this world, Qi is extremely clear that the power of the laws here is no longer able to condense into a new godhead.
And the method of taking the kitten to other worlds to practice slowly doesn't work either.
No matter the physical or spiritual strength, ordinary orcs cannot survive the turbulence of time and space.
Even if he tried his best, there was no guarantee that no accidents would happen.
Qi can gamble himself, but he doesn't want the kitten to be affected by the risk at all.
Time seemed to suddenly have a sense of urgency, and under the high pressure, he had a crazy idea.
: Creating false gods.
He is the last god, and his existence is recognized by the Heaven.
The soul fragments that were split off naturally shared this glory.
What Qi needs to do now is to refine himself into pure energy and pour it into the kitten's body.
This way.
They can share life.
......
No matter how urgent the situation on the ground is, life goes on for the lion beastmen in the underground shelter.
There is enough food stored and it is not difficult to survive at the moment.
However, the rumbling sound coming from overhead from time to time made them worried.
The shelters that the moles helped dig were deep enough so that they would not be swept away by the storms on the ground, but they came with certain risks.
For example, if a huge rock on the top of a mountain is rolled down and the ground cannot bear the weight, a landslide may occur.
The orcs hiding underground will be buried alive.
The Lion Chief distributes tasks every day.
Either he was asking his tribesmen to clean the vents, or he was holding meetings with the moles.
Once any abnormality is discovered, the tribesmen will be immediately moved to other places.
However, no matter how busy he is, Su Muyu will not be affected.
As a distinguished guest, no work falls on his shoulders.
Even Altaïr, who had been nowhere to be seen during the day, became idle underground.
He follows the kitten all day long, and is even willing to be its means of transportation and mount when he goes out.
That sticky feeling was as if they wanted to make up for the time they had missed when they were busy before.
Kitty had not been summoned by the Beast God for several days, and the high wall that he had deliberately erected in his heart was partially knocked down by Altaïr's forceful blow.
I guess Qi is really busy...
Su Muyu accepted Altaïr's flattery while despising himself.
If you live long enough, you will also have an affair.
Until now, he can even accept others licking his fur with peace of mind.
After all, there is a huge size difference between cats and lions. It takes a lot of effort for me to finish the cleaning, while the other party can finish the job in two or three bites.
How convenient and fast!
The relationship between the two has visibly improved, and for the Lion Tribe, this is something that people welcome.
Altaïr and the Son of God have a good relationship, so wouldn't it be more likely that the Son of God would stay in their tribe for a long time?
This is the right thing to do!