Chapter 36 Green Tea Frustrated
011 could still hear the yelling of the ball of light in his mind, which was quickly becoming fainter and fainter.
But he was completely oblivious to this. He only felt his breath burning hot and his stomach bloating. His slender white fingers groped around, trying to find the familiar palm. "Host, why are you ignoring me? This time, if you help me rub my belly, I will definitely not bite you."
011 thought the host was holding a grudge for what happened last time.
He tilted his head, his face stained with sweat or tears, his fluffy orange-red curls. Through the gaps in his hair, one could only see the empty caramel-colored pupils in his half-open cat-like eyes, and the slightly trembling eyelashes of the same color.
Like a little sun in the darkness, it firmly attracts the eyes of those who are lucky enough to appreciate this beautiful scenery.
A faint blush of sweat appeared on Galliard's deep face.
Although he was more sophisticated than the average person, he was only in his twenties after all. When he saw the boy in his arms, he didn't know where to put his fingertips. Wherever his eyes fell, they were either white or pink, with skin and flesh like cream overflowing between his fingers.
Galliard could no longer maintain his gentle and warm smile.
The wound on the forehead was still aching slightly, and drops of scarlet blood unconsciously slid across the eyelids and dripped, forming a small flower at the corner of the lips of the young man in his arms.
He didn't care about the embarrassing wounds left by the attack when he broke in.
Just thought, luckily I made it in time.
Merchants value profit as well as life. Galliard had no way of explaining why he came here so recklessly. The moment he realized the red panda was in danger, the red panda doll roughly wrapped in a gift box suddenly appeared in his mind.
This was the first time he received such a pleasing gift.
Galliard opened his thin lips slightly, and between his handsome and deep eyes was a huge restrained greed.
"Sorry, I ended up getting you dirty."
His long light golden eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't help but slowly lower his head like a priest tempted by the devil in the church, but he stopped trembling and restrained before touching the orange-red hair, just feeling the light breathing in his arms.
Galliard finally took out his handkerchief and wiped away the blood.
Even though he wanted to taste the difference between the taste and the usual taste, even though he wanted to see the eye-catching light red color become more dazzling at his fingertips.
Galliard felt like an insatiable vicious dog, panting roughly beside his master.
He bent down in embarrassment to cover up his filth and ugliness.
011 just felt uncomfortable because of being tickled. Seeing that the host didn't respond to him, he was about to play rogue, but suddenly he felt as if something was covering his body and wrapped him up like a caterpillar. Then a familiar clear fragrance with a spicy aftertaste poured into his sensor.
It's not the host's smell.
"Yes, is it Gallier?" 011 twitched his nose, opened his eyes hazily and vaguely saw the tall outline of the blond young man.
He hummed twice in a displeased manner and grabbed the rough gloves buckled around his waist to stop him from moving around. "Even if it's Gary, he'll help rub my belly!"
011 struggled to get out, grabbed the hand and put it on his snow-white belly which felt a little bloated.
But the hand stopped just inches away. He used so much force that his petal-like nails turned white, but it couldn't move forward at all. It was as if it was going against him.
011 was furious and had evil intentions. He pretended to let go but actually took advantage of the other party's off guard to grab him and was about to bite him, hoping to hurt this disobedient protagonist. However, he couldn't close his mouth because of a big hand that suddenly clamped his chin.
"Why are you touching me through a handkerchief!" He felt a touch completely different from the combat uniform gloves, and his handsome brows furrowed.
But after thinking about it, 011 suddenly realized it, even though he was confused. "Yes, I remember now. Galliel is a serious mysophobia. It's normal for him not to want to meet strangers."
He was feeling very uncomfortable now. His needs that he wanted to meet were always being ignored, and he felt extremely aggrieved.
Don’t you want to touch it?
Then I want you to touch it!
011 vaguely remembered the villain value, and vaguely remembered that Galliard didn't like physical contact with others, so he tried harder to get into the blond young man's arms, but was firmly clamped by the other party's two hands.
Just as he was about to throw a tantrum, he suddenly heard a sound like something being torn apart.
Then with a "click", the rough and stiff cloth was thrown on the ground not far away. 011 felt an extremely hot touch on his stomach suddenly. The woman helped to massage his swollen and painful stomach a little bit by little, in an unfamiliar but gentle and restrained manner.
It turned out that the gloves were taken off.
He felt a lot more comfortable, and subconsciously pressed here and there in the blond young man's arms with his paws like a little panda, especially the area under his collar, which felt particularly good.
But this time, before he could press it twice, 011 was punished by a scorching hand. Then, Galliel lost his composure, as if he was exhausted from a fight. His voice, slightly hoarse and panting, rang in his ears, "Are you feeling any worse?"
Although he said this, his other hand continued to massage his belly gently and carefully without interruption.
He is a very dedicated masseur.
[He really deserves to be the protagonist. He rubs my belly even though he's not feeling well.] 011 felt much better now, so he didn't care about him scratching his claws. After all, Jialiye definitely wouldn't want to eat his claws like that abominable Qin Buyang!
He was not very conscious and wanted to open his mouth to speak but found that he could not open his mouth as if he was controlled by something.
I have secretly cursed Guangtuan eight hundred times in my heart.
Of course, there is also the hateful supervisor who hasn't sent the commander for such a long time. Fortunately, with such a wise and powerful system like him in charge, nothing serious has happened!
011 felt proud again when he thought of this.
He wanted to wag his tail, but found that he had become strange without knowing when, as if he could not feel the existence of his tail. Thinking of this, he subconsciously reached out to touch it, but found that the place where the tail should have been was now empty.
011's eyes widened in shock. "That energy ball likes the ears and tail so much, could it have been eaten? QAQ"
But when he opened his eyes, what he saw was not hairy hands and feet, but slender white arms. What was wrapped around him just now was an ordinary coat that Galliere wore under his outermost combat uniform.
Because of the huge size difference between them, Galliard wore a short coat that covered his thighs.
011 looked at the large hand with distinct joints on his stomach, which was as pale as white porcelain, in a daze. His clearer mind was unable to comprehend the situation before him.
Is Galliard a mysophobiaist? Why did I take off my gloves to rub his belly?
He didn't have the sense of shame that humans have, and didn't care at all about his coat being kicked open. He touched the big hand that was rubbing his belly with his fingertips as if doing an experiment.
Is Galliard so obedient?
He seemed to have just said that his gloves were uncomfortable.
Just as 011 was thinking this, the scorching palm covering his skin suddenly retreated. The blond young man fluttered his light golden eyelashes as if afraid of being misunderstood, and then said, "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry, I just heard you crying out in pain, so I helped you rub your stomach."
After being reminded of this, my stomach, which had just felt much better, began to ache slightly again.
"If it hurts, then you can rub it for me again." Since there is free labor, why not use it? 011 feels that his energy is so much that it is about to overflow. It is probably because of this that he has uncontrollably turned into the most energy-consuming human form.
Otherwise, the energy would probably collapse just like what the green energy ball said.
As he thought about this, he grabbed Gallier's seemingly reluctant hand and put it on his belly, which created a sharp contrast with his pink skin. He was completely unaware that the blond young man's eyes behind him made the other's breathing quicken a little.
The fingertips sank unconsciously, pressing small pits.
There was no way to recover for the time being, so 011 closed his eyes and thought about how to explain the situation. Otherwise, he could just say that he was a surviving crew member on this starship.
Anyway, they definitely don't know who the crew members here are.
Just when he was about to applaud his own cleverness, the next second, 011 was carefully carried into another person's arms due to the sudden force. His coat was wrapped tightly, and then another familiar coat was put on him.
Then the blood-covered host touched his cheek as if to confirm the authenticity.
Only then did he reveal the look of having survived a disaster.
011 was also very excited to see the host, and was about to show off that he was almost eaten by the energy ball just now, but still survived with his own intelligence!
The next second, the host suddenly stood up and walked towards Galliard behind him, without saying anything, he just punched him.
It wasn't until Galliard was hit on the side of his face that he saw his host's handsome face sullen and gritting his teeth. "He's not someone a playboy like you can toy with. If you do it again, I will make you pay the price, even if it means death."
There wasn't a hint of joking in Lu Tai's tone.
He couldn't help but think back to the scene just now. If he had come a step later, what would this scum have done? Would he have kissed Yaoyao on the mouth? Or did he do something more disgusting!
It was so frivolous on our first meeting.
Not observing male ethics.
011 listened for a few sentences and didn’t understand why the two people talked about such a wide range of topics and why they suddenly started arguing in such a place?
Just when he was feeling strange, his bare shoulders and back were suddenly frozen by an inhumanly cold hand, and his ears and tail were subconsciously exposed.
Then a familiar voice rang out, "Yaoyao, where is the virus you mentioned? And you...how did you become like this? And what are those two important characters fighting about?"
A steady tone and a straightforward voice.
It’s Senior 009!
"Senior! Long time no see!" 011 turned around and saw a handsome but unpopular face. However, he still rubbed Senior 009's chin with the tip of his ear enthusiastically, "I've eaten that energy ball!"
When he was in human form, he looked not much different from a red panda, with his tail proudly sticking up to the sky.
After having the tip of his ear rubbed by the senior, 011 rubbed it in his palm as usual, "Then, because I couldn't digest the overflowing energy, I turned into this form. As for what the host and the others were fighting, I don't know."
He glanced at the two people not far away. Were they competing for the limelight?
"Don't worry about them." Senior 009's voice sounded.
The other person was obviously used to the fact that he always forgot to add clothes after turning into human form, and his cold and pale fingertips tapped on the delicate soft skin.
The next second, 011 felt an orange ruffled shirt and a slightly lighter-colored pumpkin overalls appeared on his body.
Same color as his hair, he loved it.
"Thank you, senior!" 011 was very happy that he didn't have to waste any more energy.
He clasped his hands together, his caramel-colored eyes staring at me, almost melting the core of every system, "I knew that Senior was the best to me!"
It's easy to think of the red panda's cute look with its two paws clasped together in a begging gesture.
Seeing 011 rubbing his eyes, 009 took out a small hairpin from his uniform pocket and tucked it behind his ear as usual, making sure it wouldn't prick his eyes and affect his vision. Then he instructed, "Don't tell the other systems about your energy consumption for now."
"If the Supervisor or the Lord God asks, just say he collapsed because he couldn't devour the protagonist."
After saying that, 009 rubbed the boy's head, glanced at the two human data not far away, pursed his lips, and said with an ambiguous meaning, "And Yaoyao, don't let these dirty guys touch you, especially your human form."
Looking at the young man in his large, cold palm, he couldn't help but pinch his fair face.
011 had no idea that his mouth had been pinched into a duck's.
He tilted his head in a strange way, and his ears, which were covered in white fur and hidden between his orange-red hair, twitched. He tilted his head obediently, "Don't worry, Senior 009, I will never let anyone touch my humanoid!"
As for the host.
Sometimes it's a hairbrush, sometimes it's a car, sometimes it's a paw massager. In his eyes, they are not really human beings.
"..." 011 didn't realize that his cat eyes were rolling around, which would easily give him away if seen by others. 009 knew from his expression that he hadn't listened, so he rubbed the tip of his ear as if to punish him, "Anyway, don't leak the energy."
This world is not suitable for multi-system invasion, and alarms are gradually coming from the world consciousness.
009 took one last look at the red panda with caramel eyes and rubbed the dust off his face with his fingertips. "I'm leaving now. If you need anything next time, you can come to me directly."
After saying that, he waved his hand and walked into the space-time gate composed of energy again. The tall figure gradually disappeared.
"When can I upgrade to a system as powerful as those of my predecessors?" 011 held his chin and looked at the disappearing space-time gate, feeling that his predecessors were much more powerful than he looked.
Maybe he should try to act cool in front of his host.
011 was trying hard to be as cool and serious as his senior, when he looked up and saw the blond young man being knocked down heavily in his direction. He took several steps back and almost fell on him.
He didn't expect that the top-level combat system was so fragile and was actually defeated by his weak host.
The next second, the blond young man frowned slightly. His embarrassed look did not spoil the gorgeousness of his appearance. With a hoarse cough, his pale thin lips were gradually stained with blood, but his handsome and deep eyebrows were still gentle.
The tall and gentle young man's vulnerability was almost overflowing at this moment, but his tone was still tolerant and easy-going, "Ahem... Sorry, did I scare you? Don't be afraid, Mr. Lu is actually very measured in his actions. It doesn't hurt, ahem..."
He coughed up another mouthful of blood.
As if not wanting to be seen in his current state of embarrassment, the blond young man hid the blood-stained handkerchief behind him.
"How could it not hurt? Host, how could you beat Gallie like this!" 011 looked at the second male lead in front of him with a small bruise on his face, and his head was about to explode. If Gallie had been a little more careful, the host would probably have to accompany him until he went bankrupt.
He felt that Galliard was about to cry because of the beating.
When 011 got up and wanted to pull the host to ask what happened, he suddenly saw the gloomy young man who was always calm and composed suddenly walked towards him quickly, grasped his wrist with his slightly cold palm, trembled his fingertips, and suddenly let go.
"I didn't." The host's cold and gentle face was hidden under his black hair, and his expression could not be seen clearly at the moment.
011 was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly realized that the host was probably answering his previous question. He immediately put on a fierce look, "Host, you can't shirk responsibility. You beat him until he vomited blood! We'll have to pay a lot of money!"
He spoke softly to the host, but the tone in his words was no less fierce.
When did the host learn to lie?
Garriel was so pitiful, would he beat himself up and bleed just to put the blame on someone else? 011 was ultimately a rather soft-hearted red panda, and for some reason, Garriel didn't seem like that kind of person.
He tugged at the host's sleeve and was about to discuss or apologize when he saw the host suddenly raise his head.
"Yaoyao, I didn't hit you so hard. I just saw that he wanted to do you... wanted to do you..." The gloomy young man's cold and gentle face was no longer as calm as usual. His eyes were a little red. When he said the last few words, he seemed to find it difficult to say them, and pursed his thin lips tightly.
Although he was tall and covered in blood and violence, he still looked like he was being bullied and didn't dare to say anything.
He is a very qualified punching bag.
011 didn't have a particularly bad personality, but this was the first time he'd seen the host like this. The evil thoughts in his heart inexplicably began to stir again, and he leaned in closer and whispered, "Host, are you crying?"
I usually dislike him for being a crybaby, but this time I finally met someone who cries even more than him.
Although it was just this one time.
"No." As expected, the host, who seemed to be very concerned about his reputation, turned his gaze away and looked into the void, but the blush in his eyes had not yet subsided.
011 felt a little itchy on his paws, and was so busy teasing the host that he didn't notice the blond young man behind him with a gaze that was getting darker and darker.
An emotion called jealousy grew in Galliard's heart.
Seeing Lu Tai's victorious gaze, the gloom in his expression instantly vanished. He moved his thin lips slightly and spoke silently, "We have a long way to go."
Under his still radiant appearance, no one noticed his dark eyes.
011 noticed the undercurrent between them. He was still wearing two coats, and from a distance he looked like a clumsy little penguin. "Host, the energy is too abundant. I may not be able to recover my red panda status for a while."
The main reason is that it cannot be digested instantly, so the body can only consume it temporarily in this way.
Otherwise he might really explode.
The most important issue now is identity.
Especially since Uriel was still around, 011 was really worried that he would be caught and dissected if he wasn't paying attention. Just as he was worrying, the host rubbed his head.
"Don't be afraid, I will find a way to resolve your identity." After hearing his words, the host regained his usual calmness, but his voice was hoarse.
Like she had just cried.
011 instantly felt guilty. Could it be that Galliard was really lying? He had wronged the host, so the host felt so wronged. Just when he was about to rub against him for comfort, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
He quickly hid behind the host, because the other party's tall figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist was blocked so that not even a hair could be seen from the outside world.
But even so, the person who arrived spoke calmly, as if he was aware of his presence, "This person looks unfamiliar. Is he a surviving crew member found on the ship?"
It was Uriel's voice.
011 felt that his voice was not right, so he quietly grasped the host's arm with his fingertips, revealing only a pair of eyes, and looked over, but his gaze met with a pair of smoky gray vertical pupils that seemed to be locked on prey.
"What a big snake!" He was afraid of snakes to begin with. Last time, he didn't look carefully and was so scared that he couldn't face Uriel normally for several days. This time, under the pale light, he could clearly see all the abnormalities on the other's body.
011 quickly hid behind the host again. He was afraid that he would be discovered and something was wrong, so he quickly touched it and found that there were no ears or tail, and then he felt relieved.
Uriel seemed to sense his fear, but he stood at the doorway and didn't come in. His tone was calm, "I heard that the Qixiang destroyed a pirate organization during its exploration. Are you the hostage they rescued? Are any of your companions still alive?"
A new identity was fabricated very quickly.
"Yes, yes." 011 didn't expect Uriel to be such a fool. He was very proud. After thinking for a moment, he immediately added cleverly, "I just woke up and there are many things I can't remember clearly, so I don't know if there are any survivors."
This way, there is no need to worry about him making any mistakes when answering questions!
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