The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1403: Chapter 1403: Are you him? Is it him?
 

Beiting Huang reached into his clothes with a shaking hand, and when his fingertips touched the furry object, he almost shivered all over; he actually felt a warm and soft thing gently lick his skin.

Almost without thinking, Beiting Huang pinched the fur of the little creature and pulled it out. When their limbs and eyes met, within Beiting Huang’s dark eyes, reflected a pair of the little one’s purple pupils, spinning round and round, like two purple grapes embedded in pools of quicksilver.

“Are you him? Are you?” Beiting Huang muttered, as if unwilling to allow the tiny furball no bigger than a palm to answer. He cupped it with both hands and drew it into his embrace, holding it gently.

Beiting Huang’s face pressed against the fur of the little furball, whose black fur was as smooth as satin. The petite limbs, a short spiral tail resting on its back, and two little ears the size of a Little Finger, fluttered lightly upon hearing Beiting Huang’s whispered mutterings.

Beiting Huang didn’t see the distress in the little furball’s eyes at that moment. The little one twisted its body gently, turned its face, and with its short front paws, it cupped Beiting Huang’s face, extended a piece of its tender tongue, and delicately licked his eyes; then it gazed at him with its grape-like purple eyes as if they could never get enough of the sight.

This amused Beiting Huang, who gently tugged on the little creature’s ears, laughing and saying, “Hahaha, whether you are him or not, seeing these purple eyes, I shall take you in!”

Having said that, Beiting Huang poked lightly at the little creature’s belly, which provoked it into a fit of displeasure. It rolled in the palm of Beiting Huang, escaping his attack, and glared at Beiting Huang with angry eyes, emitting a series of dissatisfied grunts.

“Alright, no more playing, we should be going. We’re heading to the Black Abyss Swamp today, and once we’re done with the matter here, we will be on our way to the Dark Demon World,” Beiting Huang said seriously to the little furball, “Every day I waste, he suffers another day in there; I can’t let him be disappointed waiting for me.”

Having finished, Beiting Huang stuffed the little furball back into his embrace, positioning it where it had first appeared, albeit separated by an undergarment this time; he did not want the little one clinging to his skin, always performing acts he couldn’t accept.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Clearly, the little furball was reluctant; it squirmed within Beiting Huang’s embrace, making soft, grumbling noises. For some reason, Beiting Huang could tell that it was protesting; he could feel the little creature’s reproachful gaze on him. In his mind, those eyes suddenly transformed into Yan Ye’s intoxicatingly passionate phoenix eyes, making Beiting Huang’s face unconsciously blush slightly.

Following the words spoken by Beiting Huang last night, everyone in the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group except for Qin Yu had left with the Blackwater Combat Team early today. With the departure of these two teams, the other groups began to consider withdrawing. And as Taiyi Palace also left, the camp quickly emptied, leaving only a few teams from the second-rate forces on the continent.

The Three Great Guilds, of course, were among those who stayed. Cao Can and the others had been waiting outside the tent since early morning. Seeing Beiting Huang and his group ready to depart, they hurried over, “My lord, may we follow you into the Swamp Holy Land? We have no interest in other treasures; we will only pick up what you do not want!”