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

Chapter 365 The Son of the Beast World is Loved by the Group 57

It was afternoon, the sun was about to set but hadn't yet set.

In the animal world, this is the coolest time of the day and there is no sudden cold air drop at night.

Su Muyou turned into a cat and lay on the big tree that was transplanted in front of his house.

The orcs have outstanding recovery abilities, and the plants are no less capable.

After only a few days, the trees that were originally left bare by the wind and sand began to sprout fresh green buds.

They are densely packed together, so shading and light protection are not a problem. Their long tails hang down from the tree trunks, swinging from time to time.

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When Altaïr returned, he first saw Dick guarding under a tree.

He sniffed again and looked upwards following the scent that particularly suited his taste. Sure enough, he found a kitten dozing comfortably there.

All the troubles seem to be temporarily far away from me.

He smiled and didn't say anything to disturb her. He just leaned against the tree and closed his eyes to rest.

Dick was very unhappy, always feeling that in addition to being the Son's guard, he also served as Altaïr's guard.

In addition, before the change of positions, the clan leader had actually told him about the internal and external competitions.

Internally, he really wanted to compete with Altaïr, whom he had disliked for a long time, and defeat him successfully to see if he would dare to be so arrogant in front of him in the future!

To the outside world, he will definitely bring honor to the tribe and let his name as a warrior resound throughout the world.

In this case, will the Holy Son give him a chance?

After all, in the world of beasts, strength is the most important thing.

Altaïr felt the gazes on him becoming more intense, but he was still disturbed.

He opened his eyes and looked at Dick speechlessly.

are you crazy?

Send it to that guy called Yan to have a look. It’s best if you both pack up and stay away from them. Don’t bother them!

"Meow, meow, meow?" The sound that broke their silent gaze came from above their heads.

As soon as Su Muyou finished speaking, he realized that neither Altaïr nor Dick could understand his cat language.

After stretching and changing back to human form, he patiently repeated, "Altaïr, what did the patriarch say at the meeting?"

"It's about the competition within the clan and the competition outside the clan." Dick, who was unwilling to be a background figure, answered first.

Altaïr's breathing became heavier, and his eyes were like knives, slashing him fiercely. "Your name is Dick, and my name is Altaïr."

Who asked him?

Dick was selectively deaf, pretending that he didn't hear what Altaïr said.

Su Muyu didn't mind who answered him. After all, he had decided to let go of his prejudice against Dick.

His eyes moved back and forth between the two lion beastmen under the tree, "Are you all going to compete?"

This was one of the few times that the Son of God took the initiative to talk to him!

Dick was in high spirits, staring at Su Muyou with his healed eyes, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice, "I will go!"

He has the title of Holy Son's Guard, so he will do his best to avoid embarrassing the Holy Son!

Altaïr, who was one step ahead again: "......"

The irritation in his heart became reality. His face, which was originally whiter than other orcs due to his genes, was now several shades darker.

What’s even more infuriating is that the reason why the other party was able to grab the first right to speak was largely due to my own hesitation!

"Oh." Su Muyou nodded, then looked down at Altaïr, "What about you?"

He remembered it very clearly; this was an important highlight of the male protagonist in the script.

The competition within the tribe severely slapped the faces of those petty-minded lion orcs who did not obey Altaïr and even thought that his high hunting success rate must be due to some shady tactics.

The foundation of 'Warriors' was laid.

As for sparring outside the clan, Altaïr honed himself by fighting against various orcs, and his combat experience increased dramatically.

He became braver and braver as the battles went on, and won every battle. He took this opportunity to make his name spread throughout the entire beast world.

In a male-oriented novel, a little lion who has been lonely since childhood and even discriminated against because of his fur color eventually becomes invincible. It is a definitely a happy novel script.

Su Muyou roughly estimated that the highlight of the male protagonist in this part of the plot would be at least 40 to 50 points.

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"I..." Altaïr opened his mouth and glanced at Dick who was standing by. "I'll tell you tonight."

Su Muyu's eyelids twitched.

Logically speaking, there is no need to hesitate on such an issue which can both bring glory to the tribe and make oneself famous.

Hiding and concealing things gives people a very bad feeling.

The high scores that seemed to be sure of victory seemed to be running away from home.

Not only did Su Muyou notice something was wrong, but even Dick beside him had a puzzled look in his eyes.

What do you mean, Artair doesn't want to participate?

It's so unexpected that it doesn't make sense. Any orc with a bit of blood in his veins wouldn't do that, right?

Of course, Altaïr didn't care what Dick thought of him, but the doubt in Su Muyou's eyes still made him feel uneasy.

Yes, as the Son of God's bondholder, it would be unreasonable for him to not have some strength to show for himself.

What's worse, other orcs will talk about this.

Altaïr still looked up and asked nervously, "Will you go to watch the tribal competition?"

He knows his own virtues.

Instead of letting him keep the glory of his race in his heart and risk everything like his parents did, it would be more effective to put some bait he likes in front of him.

From the speech of the Lion Chief, it can be seen that a lot of time is spent on the round trip of the competition.

Altaïr took a deep breath. Okay, he admitted that he was a little selfish.

No matter how many excuses I have, it’s just because I love to stick with kittens.

The long-term and long-distance separation would make him uneasy, and he would even uncontrollably wonder whether something unexpected would happen to the other orc staying alone in the tribe.

It is conceivable how difficult the process will be.

But if the other party wants to go with you, then there is nothing to hesitate about.

Su Muyou raised an eyebrow, "Me?"

This didn't happen in the original plot. After all, the kitten had finally escaped from being a stray cat, and what it hated most was long journeys.

What's more, according to the setting, when things developed to that point, many of the original characters also died.

There are no orcs who are loyal to him.

It’s fun to watch the excitement, but the hardship of the journey back and forth is enough to wipe out the curiosity.

In addition, Vina, who he cares about the most, is a wizard of the Lion Tribe and will not live away from home, so he certainly has no intention of moving.

"Yes." Altaïr nodded. "I will carry you on my back all the way. Don't worry."

This is not just empty talk.

The kitten, whether in human or animal form, was not heavy for him and it took him no effort to lift it.

"On the way there and back?" Dick couldn't stand the way he took it for granted, and said sarcastically, "You may not be able to beat the other orcs in the tribe and get the quota."

Artair paused, his old stubbornness reappeared, and he corrected himself with a serious look, "Then I will try my best to defeat you and get the spot."

Dick: "...You are quite arrogant."

Sure enough, young lions who have not been beaten by life are reckless!

Su Muyou raised his hand and rubbed his temple, "Don't make noise."

It’s not enough that the fragments of Lovers are mocking and sarcastically mocking each other, there are other orcs joining in the fun!

The two orcs, Altaïr and Dick, fell silent instantly, and turned their eyes away tacitly, no longer looking at each other.

"Whether I go or not, you have to go."

Su Muyou crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Altaïr under the tree with his eyes downcast. His arrogance was obvious. "I don't want a useless Contractor."

From his point of view, no matter what Altaïr thinks, he must give the male protagonist his highlight.

He has always had excellent grades and doesn't want to fall behind!

From the kitten's perspective, if it wants to maintain a stable position, in addition to having its own strength recognized by the public, the younger brothers it recognizes must also be powerful.

In this way, the effect of one plus one is greater than two.

In the past, the strength of one’s ability was uncertain and there was no choice.

Now that I have the Beast God as my backer, I have strength and my back is straight. Of course I have to choose the best!

He doesn't want to have to clean up the mess for others sometimes.

Of course, if Altaïr was really incapable, he would not be so ruthless because of the other party's previous efforts for him and the identity of the Beast God Fragment.

He will still let the other person stay by his side.

As a mattress.

At this moment, although the character's personality and personal feelings are different, what they want are highly unified.

:Altaïr must go!

Dick echoed with awe, "Your Excellency the Holy Son is right."

It would be best to kick Altaïr while you can.

I can only say that if there is always someone in the world who hopes bad for you, besides your enemy, it must be your love rival.

There was a sense of irritation between Altaïr's eyebrows, of course, this was influenced by Dick.

He could even feel that the other party wished that he would be defeated again and again and abandoned by the Son of God so that he could compete for the position!

He clenched his hands that were hanging by his sides into fists. Whether it was this or being stripped of his status as a contract holder, he would never allow either of these two things to happen, absolutely.

Altaïr's eyes were gradually filled with determination. "I will go."

Su Muyou's tense nerves relaxed and he nodded, "Yeah."

Crisis resolved.

The use of intimidation is not very humane, but it works.

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Altaïr was determined to give it a try, and the Lion Chief was also happy.

After all, the white lion has only been an adult for a short time, but its size has already surpassed that of an orc who has grown up for several years.

Its hunting ability is so strong, so you can imagine its potential.

He firmly believed that the other party would inherit the excellent genes of his parents and become an extremely powerful tribal warrior.

The next day, the lion chief got up early and came to visit.

As soon as I arrived, I saw the white lion walking out of the house.

"From today on, you will go hunting with everyone." He grabbed the other person and said earnestly.

Altaïr took a half step back and flicked his tail. "My own hunting success rate is also very high."

"Stupid! Can't you take this opportunity to get to know your opponent?"

The lion chief resisted the urge to slap his big white head. "Let's not talk about this. Even in competitions with other tribes, we have to compete as a team first and then fight individually. We all need to cooperate with each other to a certain extent."

If everyone fights alone, how long will it take to finish?

Altaïr took his words in, frowning in thought.

The lion chief thought of the reasons why he nodded in agreement, and sighed.

Who would have thought that the white lion, which was so aggressive when they first met and even pounced on the kitten viciously, would now be tamed into this state?

And all of this was caused by his idea of ​​being the "contractor".

Although at the beginning he simply wanted the white lion to act as the protector of the Son of God, but at present, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

"Just for the sake of His Majesty the Saint's face, you have to adapt!" After a moment of silence, the lion chief cleared his throat and attacked the white lion's sore spot.

Altaïr, wavering, stopped hesitating and said, "Okay."

He's not used to it, but he'll try to adapt.

The lion chief was very happy as his plan was accomplished.

"That's settled then. In the next half month, in addition to getting used to fighting alongside everyone, you also have to work hard to improve your abilities. You'll be busy. By the way, remember to report to the Saint Son."

Su Muyou walked out from behind the door, "I heard it, go ahead."

This is also what he hopes to see.

Lion Chief: "......"

He used the name of the Son of God to persuade the younger generation in the clan to ease the pressure, and was discovered on the spot.

He silently glanced at the house behind him which was larger than that of most other tribesmen.

No wonder, this is the Holy Son's home...

The huge white lion rubbed its head against the kitten by the door and said, "Do you have any food you want to eat? I can get it for you."

"I've had a good appetite these two days, so feel free to do whatever you want." Su Muyu pushed him a little further away with his hand to avoid being itchy by the other's fur.

The Lion Chief watched as the Son of God communicated back and forth with the beastly Altaïr.

His eyes looked a little strange, "Son, do you understand what Altaïr is yelling?"

He could understand, of course, because he was of the same race.

But isn’t the Son of God a cat?

Earlier, when they were underground, their smooth communication could be said to be due to the fact that Altaïr's actions were full of direction.

Now, can this simple rubbing convey these meanings?

Su Muyou raised his eyelids and said calmly, "I guessed."

His face did not blush because of lying, on the contrary he was very calm.

"Because we say this every morning," Altaïr hastened to offer.

He was careless. He was so used to chatting with the kitten in animal form that he almost forgot about it!

In fact, let alone him, even Su Muyu himself almost forgot about this golden finger whose presence was not strong.

But he thought about it and decided not to admit it now.

It’s hard to say what will happen in the future. What if I really go to watch the competition?

He also wanted to listen carefully to how other races talked about him.

Some secrets are better known by as few people as possible, otherwise, they will always be leaked.

"Oh, I see." The lion chief suddenly realized, "You two have a really good relationship."

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