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

Spirit beasts are much smarter than ordinary animals.

Su Muyou did not forget to issue orders, strictly forbidding the little dirty lion to tell its owner everything that happened in the clinic.

"Woo?" She tilted her head and looked at him, confusion hidden in her clear eyes.

Su Muyu took the opportunity to rub its semicircular ear. His tone was as calm as ever, and his words were even a bit harsh.

"If you disobey my orders, you are not allowed to come near me in the future."

It seemed as if the person who made this little gesture of affection was not him.

Hearing this, his pupils shrank, as if he was frightened by the threat.

He immediately expressed his attitude and nodded without hesitation, "Oh!"

Pretty brother, please don't play QAQ with it

Of course Su Muyou knew the purpose of Fei Jueran letting the little dirty lion follow him. It was not as simple as he said, that he was injured and it was inconvenient to take care of him.

He was temporarily soft-hearted in order to win over his subordinates, but how could the proud young master be willing to let his servants know his whereabouts?

Finally, Su Muyou tapped the little dirty lion's nose with a warning before putting it down from his arms.

I hope this little thing isn't just trying to evade him.

However, Su Muyu guessed wrong this time.

At the end of the day, Fei Jueran returned to the servants' lounge and did not ask in detail what had happened on the seventh floor.

He only mentioned: "Master You is not in any danger, right?"

Thinking of the emotionally stable Capibala and the kind guide doctor, he shook his head affirmatively.

After getting the answer, Fei Jueran was no longer nervous and touched its head as a reward.

At the same time, after resting for such a long time, his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness also calmed down, and he tried to take the little lion back.

This time the process went very smoothly. The spirit beast turned into a white light and disappeared on the spot.

Fei Jueran knew very well that his current strength was not as good as the young master's, and he certainly could not beat anyone that the other party could not beat.

But as the saying goes, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Once his fighting power increases, he can naturally find his target, put him in a sack and punish him severely to vent the young master's anger.

Thinking of this, Fei Jueran lowered his eyes and looked at the diagnosis report still in his hand.

The cost of his treatment, from beginning to end, was paid by Young Master You.

When he indicated that these expenses could be deducted from the salary, the other party waved his hand to reject the proposal, saying that there was no need to worry about such trivial matters.

Fei Jueran opened the drawer of the bedside table, solemnly placed the diagnosis report in it, and locked it considerately.

Master You is really a good man.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The person who visited was Hunt.

There was a hint of decadence on his face. The workload in the recent period was so heavy that even this experienced butler was a little overwhelmed. He only had some free time in the past two days.

He got his salary today, and the generous overtime pay soothed his tired heart, so he had the energy to come and visit the young man who could barely be considered his nephew.

He also heard some news and knew that the other party had awakened his spirit beast.

Fei Jueran respectfully invited people into the room and did not look down on ordinary people just because he became a sentinel.

Hunt had been here countless times, but today he was uncharacteristically careful and looked around the interior of the room carefully.

It is only about 15 square meters, with a small round table, a stool, a wardrobe, a bed and a bedside table. That's all there is in the room.

Ordinary servants' rooms are like this, with public areas for washing and going to the bathroom.

"Too small." Hunter's words were ambiguous and meant something.

For ordinary people, a maid job that provides food and accommodation, is well paid, and does not involve much housework for the employer is a rare opportunity.

But for the sentinels, it is indeed a waste of talent and a waste of resources.

During his decades of working career, Hunter has long been loyal to the Lei Ze family from the bottom of his heart, but this does not conflict with his desire to see his younger generation bravely break into a new world.

Fei Jueran is not stupid, on the contrary he is very smart and he understood the implication of his words in an instant.

His expression also became serious, and he roughly expressed his future plans, "I will quit this job after I save enough money."

His goal has never changed, which is to live a life without being criticized by others and with all decisions in his own hands.

But when I said this, I felt inexplicably empty in my heart.

Hunter patted him on the shoulder, his face full of relief, "I feel relieved that you have your own ideas. Does the school need money a lot? If there is a shortage, just tell me."

Fei Jueran subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he was interrupted before he could say anything as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I know you don't like to owe favors to others, so just think of the money as a loan from you. When the time comes, you can pay me back at half the bank interest rate. It's the price for acquaintances, okay?"

Having said that, it would be ungrateful to continue to refuse, so Fei Jueran could only nod.

"By the way, now that you can work and go to school at the same time, you should also thank the boss for cherishing your talent. If the young master does something that you don't like, you have to be patient and don't make a fuss, okay? We can't be the kind of ungrateful person who bites back!"

"No, the young master has a very good temper." When Fei Jueran said this, there was no intention of forcing him at all.

Hunter swallowed back his original words because of this sentence, and couldn't help but carefully recall the character of the person he watched grow up.

Temper...good?

Perhaps, they, as young people, have more in common! He thought so, without any doubt.

The two chatted for a long time until the elderly butler could no longer hold back his sleepiness and waved goodbye.

……

Under the same night sky, Su Muyou, who had already fallen asleep, had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his consciousness was dragged by the dream.

He ran through the jungle, forcibly suppressing his heavy breathing and making it as light as possible.

He kept hearing his superiors' warnings to withdraw, but he did not stop.

There's something damned ahead.

The particle gun, with only enough energy left for one more shot, was held tightly in his hand. All he had to do was to deliver a fatal blow to the target.

Soon, a stream appeared in front of us, running through the jungle.

Su Muyou dodged and hid behind a tree trunk, concealing himself quickly.

He saw his target, a skinny night puppet whose stench could be smelled ten miles away, who was bending over to drink water.

Unlike other members of his kind who were slovenly, he wore human clothes that were somewhat damaged in the battle neatly and elegantly; only his movements revealed a bit of his wildness and ruggedness.

This is not an ordinary Night Puppet. According to intelligence, this is one of the researchers among the Night Puppet.

In other words, other races should bear the primary responsibility for their tragedies and the damaged environment.

Those minions were almost wiped out, but he ran very fast.

I'm afraid he has done too many bad things and has rehearsed this situation in his mind thousands of times, which is why he is so proficient in it.