cute husband is happy

In my memory, felines can’t eat salty food. Ning Miao made it light on purpose. Dried meat and fish were soaked and cut into foam, mixed with one-third of cassava flour, kneaded into small balls the size of a thumb, and placed in the pot The inside is boiled fresh and soft, take it out and serve well.

The smell of the food radiated, and the little brown hair couldn't help but yelled several times at the meatballs. Ning Miao held down the little brown hair's head, and kneaded the soft round ears by the way, "Little brown hair, how about you?" It’s hot, you can eat it later.”

The beetle entered the room with a big pottery basin on its head, and the clan witch was feeding the little brown hair meatballs one by one with chopsticks. The little tiger seemed to be hungry and foolish, and if he had milk, he was a father. He forgot his identity as a jungle predator, and the short tail behind him shook his head Come and go, courting the hunters who covet tiger skins.

A bowl of meatballs all went into the little brown hair's stomach. Ning Miao guessed that the little guy was full, so he put it on the table, "Little brown hair, you can't take a bath immediately after eating, you have to exercise first to promote digestion, you play with this Yes, I'll make a nest for you."

Bai Feng and Beetle looked at each other, both with expressions of helplessness and relief.

Ning Miao thought of the old water tanks used before. After getting them out, they first put a layer of hay, and then covered them with animal skins and soft cloth. After most of the day, the old water tank was decorated, and the little brown-haired house was freshly baked, which seemed to be the case.

Feeling an unprecedented sense of accomplishment spontaneously, he took the beetle's warm water melon stewed venison and mutton soup. The taste of the leftovers from the night before was unspeakable, and Ning Miao ate very well.

I thought that the little guy would be afraid of water and would not take a bath. After all, cats don’t seem to like water. Of course, this misunderstanding shows that Ning Miao’s classmate "Animal World" has not seen enough. Tigers are rare monsters among cats. Tire, like water, like swimming, like waves.

Warm water was mixed in the big clay basin, and there was a half pot of hot water beside it, ready to be added to the clay basin to adjust the water temperature at any time. The little guy was weak, so the first priority of taking a bath in Xueyuetian: not to catch cold.

Wipe the little brown hair all over the body with gray grass. Ning Miao did it himself, from head to toe, and carefully washed the little brown hair, cleaned it, and wiped it again. Ning Miao held her in her arms and wanted to check the gender of the new family member.

Breaking off the little brown hair's hind legs, there was no expected resistance. The little guy seemed to sense the owner's intentions, and opened his legs generously, allowing the owner to watch.

Such a human-like action made Ning Miao a little dumbfounded. The beast shape of the Sanyue Star Beastman is fundamentally different from that of a wild beast. If Baifeng and Beetle hadn't insisted that it was really a little tiger, Ning Miao would have almost suspected that the little brown hair was a little tiger. A little orc.

The identification is over, and the new member is really the son.

She didn't show her face at all in the morning, and it's somewhat unreasonable to hide her name in the afternoon. After the little brown hair dries, Ning Miao puts on the cloak she made last year and tucks the little brown hair into her arms, revealing only a tiger's head turning around. The chief priest of Chiyue City decided to appear in the annual festival celebration:

"Son, be good, go to the square dance with Dad."

The weather was beautiful, there was a sporadic light snowfall in the morning, and then it cleared up. The sacrificial square was crowded with people. Seeing Mr. Ning, who was smiling, the people of the tribe were more happy than the New Year, and rushed to say hello to Ning Miao.

The little brown hair was quickly promoted from the chest pendant of the sacrificial adult to the mascot of the Yiyan tribe possessed by the protagonist's halo. Dozens of little orcs took turns asking for hugs and touches. Pushing the boat along the way, "Son, would it be okay to play with the brothers?"

The little tiger, cozy in Ning Miao's arms, seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. The fur on its neck was blown up, revealing its fangs, and growling in a low voice.

"Ah?" Ning Miao was stunned. Could it be that the little guy was afraid of life, so he lowered his head and softly comforted him, "Son, these little brothers are all from my father's clan. Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you."

Xiao Zongmao bared his teeth at Xiao Hei, who was closest to him and stretched out the longest hand, then turned his head and bit Ning Miao's chest with a whine, not letting go.

This is?Wronged?Ning Miao had no choice but to smile apologetically. His subordinates were unambiguous and pulled the cloak to cover the little guy, "I'll give you a hug after a while, little brown-haired kid."

Bai Feng followed behind, and was dumbfounded when he saw this scene, wow, little brown hair, he is quite good at acting, I heard that some birds have nestling plots, co-authoring me is the one who saved him, why didn't these show off their goose skin before? Is the manifestation of pimples the nature of beasts or the loss of bestiality?Hugging the thighs and hugging one is sure, brother Ning just eats this set.

Let me go, Brother Yi must have won Brother Ning's favor with his brown hair and round ears.

Baifeng children, a large real fragrance scene.

Ning Miao didn't know the twists and turns in the children's minds behind him, and he walked through the crowd with his little brown hair in his arms, singing, dancing, drinking, and watching people fight.

A new program was added to the celebration, and the Yijun martial arts competition was the most popular. When Ning Miao came over, a group of chiefs headed by Bai Huo hurriedly gathered around, set up chairs, and set up a charcoal stove. In the image of a big boy, he reported the real-time game situation to Ning Miao in a rough voice.

"Lord Ning, Xiongdan won a round. That stupid bear is getting stronger and stronger. I have to turn into a half-beast to fight him. Honghong lost. Guess who he lost to, haha, you must I can't guess, I lost to Xiong Twelve, a majestic eagle beast, I have never played a meat ball, Xiong Twelve's skin is thick enough, I will play later, against the poisonous baby, Mr. Ning, you must be sure Don't go away, you must watch my game."

Ning Miao, the chief priest of Chiyue City, pointed to the competition platform five meters away, and said calmly, "You, stand there."

Dashan didn't understand, so he tilted his head and asked while walking, "Master Ning, is there any problem over there?"

"No problem, okay, that's fine, you can continue."

Xiao Jiao, Xiong Er, and Hong Hong, who had just been defeated, rolled into a ball of laughter.

The little feet are learning and selling now: "Dashan, please don't come here, don't move!"

Xiong Er: "No problem, absolutely no problem."

The corner of Honghong's mouth was cut by Xiong Twelve's slap, and his voice was vague and difficult, but his belief in cheering for Dashan was unbreakable, "Dashan, don't hold back later, it's best to beat Wei Ya until he doesn't know him."

Bai Huo has nothing to do with military treasures, and is serious about solving puzzles for Da Shan, who can't turn his head around: "Da Shan, please lower your voice, Master Ning's ears are going to deafen you."

The martial arts exhibition competition is in full swing, after all, peace is the most important thing. As far as the point is concerned, strength can be used casually, and yuan power is not allowed. Ning Miao has seen a primitive orc advanced hand-to-hand combat. The damage caused was limited. Of course, bruises and swollen faces were unavoidable. According to the resilience of the male orc, minor injuries were not worth mentioning.

The little brown hair in his arms shined brightly, watching very intently.

Ning Miao just smiled and said nothing, little tigers are also considered a fighting race, but tigers should like watching tigers fight, and watching people fight is so exciting, how should I put it, it's weird, but cute, our son's setting is interesting.

Immediately, he thought of Yunguo, if he had a child with Ah Yi, would he be like a little brown hair, no matter how cute he looked.

The little brown hair in his arms suddenly groaned, straightened up, clawed at Ning Miao's chest, and stuck out his tongue to lick the little clan witch's chin.

The obvious comforting action made Ning Miao's eyes moist. The little guy was so sensitive that he could sense his own mood. Ning Miao shook his head. It was probably just a coincidence, but his mood did adjust quickly. Ning Miao rubbed her chin against the little brown-haired head. Regardless of whether the little brown-haired man could understand or not, Ning Miao said in a low voice: Thank you.

Xiao Zongmao licked Ning Miao's hand and shook his head, as if saying: You're welcome.

Ning Miao was shocked.