Floating Clouds Blow Snow × Rising Wind Soars [Male Protagonist's Perspective] [Male Protagonist is the Original Owner] + Pure and Slightly Confused Halfway Assistant [Love You in a Thousand F...
Morris is a man of many tricks, ugly but with beautiful thoughts, and he even dares to think about his Queen.
Wanjiezhu roared in his heart, you are plotting against the dog host's sweetheart, and he just happened to hear it, you are going to get beaten.
The true strength of the dog host was exposed in the live show Be Like, and his fighting power is simply off the charts.
An hour later, Morris threw the werewolf king, whose face was unrecognizable, fur was bald here and there, and who was dead, to the ground. He stabbed the werewolf who was too scared to speak in the heart with a dagger, wiped the tool with his clothes, took a photo, uploaded it to the task system, and left in a cool manner.
Now that the Werewolf King is dead, there will be competition for a new Wolf King within their tribe, and they won’t have time to harass Navina for a long time.
As for holding grudges, werewolves and humans have always been incompatible. The werewolf leaders of all generations have often assassinated and provoked the leaders of the Hunter Association. There is no fear of too much grudge.
The Werewolf King was much stronger than the werewolves Morris had encountered, so it was a bit difficult to hold him down. Morris went back to the hotel, took a shower, tidied himself up, and lay down.
In the middle of the night, the commanders at the mission system command center saw the uploaded photos and looked at each other, their eyes full of horror and deep awe for Morris.
The Werewolf King...was killed by Morris just like that?
Then, the entire Hunter Association exploded.
After resting for five hours, Morris got up and continued to rush back. In the second half of the night, he entered the castle in the forbidden forest.
He came so often that the vampires in the castle were accustomed to seeing him, and Sever no longer came out to greet him.
Walking towards Navina's bedroom, Kanhar and Kailian came out, looking in a good mood, and greeted Morris.
Morris raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded at them. Why did these two like him?
"Nevina is inside. Thank you for your blood and thank you for freeing Nevina." said Kailian.
"You're welcome." Morris walked past them and when he got closer, he saw that their faces seemed to have improved a lot.
When Morris entered, Navina was leaning on the chair with her head propped up, shaking the red wine in her glass.
He walked over and held her in his arms, "Your Majesty, did you miss me?"
Navina looked up at him with a dazed look in her eyes. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips twice. "I miss you so much, honey."
"Are you drunk? You're screaming so sweetly." Morris raised the corners of his lips and pinched her face. The taste of wine was mellow.
Although her eyes were a little blurry, they were not dull. She should be in a state of being slightly tipsy. At the moment, her expression was soft and sticky.
"No." She put the remaining half cup of wine to his lips, "Do you want to drink it? It's delicious. I'll feed you."
Maurice drank his drink from her hand.
"I've been a little happy these past two days."
"What are you happy about?" Morris hugged her waist tightly and rubbed her cheek.
"Charlie studied your blood and found it to be effective for metrorrhagia. Kanhar and Kailian's metrorrhagia has been cured, and my relationship with them has improved. They are really happy to be called brothers." Navina kissed his face again, "Maurice, you are such a lucky star that brings me good luck. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm glad to be of assistance to Her Majesty."
Navina hugged his waist and rubbed his neck, "Maurice, I like you so much."
Hearing her soft confession, Morris' heart was moved and he kissed her lips, "I like your majesty, too."
"We haven't seen each other for six days. Kiss me again." She hugged his neck and looked up at him with sparkling eyes.
He smiled and kissed her tenderly.
Her Majesty the Queen, when slightly tipsy, spoke a lot and in a sweet voice.