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

Chapter 341 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 33

At the critical moment, Su Muyou tilted his head slightly.

Now it was the other person's lips that brushed against his face.

He didn't mind, he just looked at the other person with a scrutinizing look, waiting for what would happen in the next moment.

Altair, totally unaware that he was being tested, felt empty inside and his eyes were filled with confusion.

Avoided, why?

The question went around in my head for a few times, but in the end I couldn't ask it.

Altaïr pursed his lips and looked stubbornly at the person in his arms.

He was the one who took the initiative, and he was also the one who ran away.

Why is the kitten in the dream so bad?

Su Muyou easily sensed his grievance, and this effortless test had already produced results.

If the person in front of him was the Beast God Qi, then if he tried to lure him like this, he would only be held on the back of the head and bitten forcefully.

If one can only sulk by himself and is completely unable to take the initiative, then he is obviously the White Lion Altaïr who has [gotten his way, but not fully].

So far, he had only experienced two worlds split apart by his lover.

But every time there was a rift, the other party would use various facts to tell him that they were essentially the same person.

Before it was just twin empathy, but now even things like taking over each other's bodies can happen.

Su Muyu was even a little curious about what other tricks the other party could come up with.

The two of them were lost in thought, and no one spoke.

Originally the atmosphere was filled with pink bubbles, but now the bubbles were burst one by one by an invisible force.

There was a sudden pulling force on the tail, but it was not strong and did not hurt.

But it was the cat's weakness after all, and Su Muyou still subconsciously hissed softly.

He wanted to silently note the other party's offensive behavior in his little notebook, but when he looked up, he was met with Altaïr's even more aggrieved expression.

A faint feeling of guilt came out.

Su Muyou remained silent for a moment, resisting the urge to sigh.

There is no doubt that the Beast God is an adult in appearance. He looks to be about twenty-three or twenty-four, but is actually estimated to be hundreds or even thousands of years old.

But the body is the body, but the soul fragment that dominates the body at this moment is not.

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Su Muyou thought for a moment, then held Qi Altaïr's face with both hands.

Altaïr did not resist, remaining motionless in obedience.

He was also easy to coax, and seeing the kitten coming closer again, the anticipation in his heart grew wildly like wild weeds in spring.

This time, he shouldn't be tormented maliciously again, right?

Perhaps because he was afraid of accidents, he simply closed his eyes and left everything to touch rather than vision.

That way, even if he fell into the same pit a second time, he could deceive himself into thinking that it was because he didn't see it.

Su Muyu seemed to see the four big words "Come and kiss me" engraved on the face of the person in front of him.

That sense of anticipation almost became a reality.

But today, Xiao Sanhua is going to teach the little white lion a lesson: reality is cruel!

It is impossible to kiss.

The next second, the two were touching each other again, but this time their noses were touching.

In the cat world, nose-touching has many meanings: greeting, identification, warning, affectionate behavior, and even expression of love.

As a member of the cat family, lions have some things in common.

This wave all depends on how the other party understands it.

The tips of noses touch each other and the breath blends.

Even in his dreams, Altaïr seemed to smell the kitten's unique, pleasant scent.

The inexplicable gap was partially filled, but it was not that satisfactory.

The closed eyes opened again.

There was confusion in the little white lion's eyes. What did he want?

After Su Muyou rubbed his nose, he pulled back and brought up the old matter again, "Can you help me?"

He was able to judge that the two seemingly independent individuals were the same soul through the various behaviors of the Beast God and the little white lion, their obvious preferences, and his previous experience of "splitting".

But even if Xiao Sanhua racked her brains, she could not have guessed that these two people with such different identities and statuses, and even different personalities, could be from the same root.

So, he must remain undiscovered.

Help, help with what?

Altair stared absentmindedly at Su Muyu's opening and closing mouth, and a new question appeared in his mind.

Then, he recalled the other person's trembling and red-eyed appearance.

The irregular breathing sound he heard when he suddenly held the kitten in his arms turned into feathers, gently sweeping across his already restless heart.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Su Muyou increased his firepower and used the sticking method again.

The four words "soft and hard persuasion" are interpreted perfectly.

As he watched, Altaïr suddenly seemed to understand something.

Su Muyu was still wondering why the other party had such an expression. Maowei, who had almost regained his freedom, was being taken care of and massaged again.

He was caught off guard and his instep arched under the influence.

No, what script is this trend based on?

Altaïr stared intently, carefully observing the expression of the person in his arms.

Unusual behavior, clingy, crying but not crying...

Although he is a lone ranger, some of his cognition and instincts are almost engraved in his bones.

If I’m not mistaken, the kitten in the dream must be experiencing a fever!

He is the contractor and has that obligation.

Even now in a dream...

"I will help you." Altaïr made the promise solemnly. If it weren't for his wandering eyes, such a performance would be considered dignified.

While Su Muyu was resisting the abnormality in his body, he also had to analyze the meaning of his words.

What is the little white lion agreeing to? Could it be that he now controls Qi's body and possesses the abilities of the Beast God?

But to have the ability, you need to recharge his power, why are you touching his tail?

The brainstorming session was carried out urgently, and the next second, the ears, another weak point, were gently held in someone's mouth.

Now the person being controlled became Su Muyu.

Altaïr naturally felt his body stiffen, but he did not intend to stop his actions.

The hand that was touching the tail moved closer to the root, where there was a forbidden area that could not be entered.