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

Chapter 326 The Holy Son of the Beast World is loved by everyone 18.

Four legs are much more stable than two legs.

Considering the kitten's fear of water, Altaïr changed back into the form of a white lion.

Su Muyou held the leaves folded by the other person in one hand and sat astride his spacious back.

After confirming Altaïr's true identity, this seemingly ordinary act of helping to cross the river suddenly became a bit more charming.

Except for the mane on the neck, the hair of a male lion is short and close to the flesh.

It doesn't feel soft and comfortable like a cat's, but rather has a slight prickly feeling, and its presence is particularly obvious.

At the same time, through the thin summer fabric, the white lion's body temperature was transmitted to him with almost no hindrance.

As you take steps and jump lightly, the different touch of the muscles bulging is quite obvious.

Su Muyou had a strange expression on his face.

Sure enough, there is an essential difference between riding a normal mount and sitting on your lover's back, and the feelings they give are also different.

Fortunately, this activity did not last long and the two crossed the river in no time.

This time, there was no need to be reminded, Su Muyu consciously got off Altaïr's body.

To hide his strangeness, he cleared his throat and changed the subject casually, "How long will it take for you to become an adult?"

The white lion was shaking off the moisture on its limbs, and upon hearing this, it changed back into human form.

He thought about it seriously and said, "Not sure, maybe in the next few years."

The adulthood of orcs is different from that of humans. It is not based on reaching a certain age, but rather on when the fever period comes.

This indicates that they are now able to take on the responsibility of continuing the bloodline of the race.

Of course, this obligation has nothing to do with them.

Little Sanhua is the chosen male cat. No matter whether he is an adult or not, he doesn’t have the ability.

And the White Lion...

Su Muyu's eyes swept across Altaïr's lower three routes vaguely.

If someone dares to bring out a little lion, he will steal the scalpel from a human doctor and perform a sterilization operation on the other person [smile].

Altaïr felt his eyes were filled with an inexplicable chill. After hesitating for a moment, he extended his hand and said, "Let me handle this."

He was referring to the process of rolling the leaves of the tree into cloth.

Su Mu understood and generously handed over the leaf he was holding.

A. All-round assistant. Taier worked tirelessly, half-crouching on the shore holding the blade.

The kitten changed back to its original form, climbed up a nearby tree in a few seconds, and lay on a branch to supervise.

The leaves were soaked in water, their color became darker, and then they were kneaded like dough.

Soon, the green juice along with the large and small leaf flesh tissues were rubbed off, revealing the special densely woven white fibers inside.

At first glance, it doesn't look much different from fabrics woven by humans.

Su Muyu rested his chin on his paws and sighed: Nature is truly magical.

Processing a whole leaf of clothing is not an easy task.

Artair rubbed it patiently, slowly peeling out what he needed from it, patiently and seriously.

Su Muyu, who was looking at him from the tree, narrowed his eyes.

I was hypnotized by this copy-and-paste-like action and fell asleep.

When Altaïr finished his work and looked up, he found that the kitten had completely closed its eyes.

He shook his head helplessly, and finally rinsed the material with water.

I picked it up and smelled it. The pungent smell had been washed away, leaving only a light woody fragrance.

At this point, all the preparations have been completed, and the next step is to make it into clothes.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Altaïr raised his nose and seemed to smell a special fragrance.

He lowered his eyes and recalled carefully.

After a while, I came to the conclusion: it seemed to be from the kitten.

Did you get it when you were holding the leaf just now?

"Meow?" A cry that was countless times more immature than a lion's roar came from a distance.

Su Muyu opened his eyes when the sound of stirring water disappeared, only to find that Altaïr was holding something and sniffing it.

He tilted his head in confusion. Did the other person have a habit of smelling leaves?