The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Spring breeze shakes the leaves, autumn water washes over the stones. In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

Six-year-old Miaomiao has grown a little taller than when she was three years old, but she is still small and adorable.

At an age where his gender is indistinguishable, he is extraordinarily handsome. His facial features are still round and childish, but both the shape and arrangement look like a meticulous painting. There is no more suitable appearance.

At this time, the child was skipping and walking by the lake, with his black hair draped behind his back, reaching his waist.

It’s not that his grandfather is lazy and doesn’t cut his hair, but his hair grows exceptionally fast.

Grandpa once tried to trim his hair shorter, but within three days, it grew back to its original length on its own, as if mocking him.

Death always wins, but he didn't expect to be defeated in such a small matter. But he couldn't really shave the child's head, so he could only be angry and let the hair grow freely.

Today was Grandpa's day out, and in the afternoon, besides Miaomiao, the shores of Crescent Lake were crowded with all sorts of animals eager to drink. There were white horses with long, thin horns and elegant, cloud-like patterns on their hooves, and black bears with massive, thick bodies covered in dense fur.

Here you can even see two species that were originally directly linked in the food chain coexisting in the same place. One doesn't care about the food at its mouth, and the other can't see the fangs at its side. It seems that everyone has tacitly regarded this place as a place where disputes are prohibited.

Miaomiao passed by a big white bird with its neck stretched out and almost half of its head buried in the water. Her eyes were fixed on the big tiger with colorful fur beside it, and there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

He was familiar with the animals that often came to Crescent Lake, but this tiger with patterns on its body as gorgeous and domineering as golden lightning was the first time he had seen it.

"Hello?"

The child wrapped in a soft moon-white robe spoke tentatively and approached the tiger, which was countless times bigger than him.

The latter obviously also noticed the young life that approached him rashly. His huge golden eyes, the same color as the patterns on his body, swept over with his eyelids slightly drooped, and his gaze did not seem very friendly.

When Miaomiao came closer, it opened its mouth and let out a low, intimidating roar.

Its wide-open mouth revealed sharp fangs with faint traces of scarlet blood on them. No one knew what it had done before coming to the lake.

Miaomiao paused, but did not stop.

He had a strange perception of these animals, or creatures that turned themselves into animals. For example, at this moment, although the big tiger was making a threatening and warning gesture towards him, Miaomiao knew that the other party had no hostility towards him.

He went forward all the way and finally stopped beside the tiger.

As expected, the ferocious-looking tiger hadn't actually attacked yet. Miaomiao even saw a hint of human surprise in its beastly golden eyes, as if it couldn't understand how this tiny human child had dared to ignore its intimidation and approach.

——Isn’t he afraid of being eaten by it?

Miaomiao is really not that scared.

He was once attacked by a hungry snake in the forest, but was finally saved by a passing black bear. At that time, he discovered two secrets.

First, the animals in the forest that look like animals are not real animals, but a kind of life called "fantasy beasts" in my grandfather's words.

Although the black bear killed the snake very quickly, Miaomiao's excellent eyesight still saw some hideous spikes on its palms that were obviously not from a bear.

Secondly, most mythical beasts have a strange protective feeling towards him. They won't necessarily approach him, but at least most won't attack him.

Their indulgence has also cultivated the child's current "unruly" character.

Seeing that the big tiger did not attack him but did not pay any attention to him either, the child decided to go all out and climbed directly onto its back.

The golden-eyed tiger suddenly felt heavy: "?"

It slowly turned its head back, but could only see the child's arms hanging leisurely and dangling at both ends of its belly.

tiger:"……"

I've been walking on the road at night so often that I've seen ghosts.

Is this child's heart made of stone?

It growled helplessly again, and its long tiger tail curved around the child's ankle, trying to drag the daring little guy down.

Although the aura around him did make her feel inexplicably comfortable, even when she was around him, the magic power in her body seemed to suddenly become faster.

But! This was only enough to make it give up its desire to attack him, rather than allowing the other party to use it as a large pillow and meat cushion.

As the overlord of a region, it also has dignity, okay?!

However, just as the tip of the tiger's tail touched the child's soft and delicate skin, the big tiger stopped moving.

The two furry ears on its head twitched suddenly, and from the incredibly quiet air, it caught the sound of light, very regular and long breathing.

The child had fallen asleep on its back.

The rare rainless weather was too mild.

As the wind blows and the sun warms, the summer Lost Forest loses some of its damp feeling. Layers of dark green branches grow deep and lush, piling up on the ground to form a thick natural carpet.

Whether you sit or lie on it, it feels soft, dry and cool.

The soft white fur on the tiger's belly rose and fell with its breathing, gently brushing across the child's doughy cheeks.

Miaomiao was restless even after falling asleep. At first, she lay on his back, but after a while, she rolled over and fell off, then buried her face in his belly without any manner. She was not shy at all, and even her small body unconsciously entangled with him, hanging on his fur like a sticky ball of thorns, swaying with his breathing.

He was sleeping soundly, his little face was as red as an apple, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of his lips, as if he had a good dream.

It only took the big tiger a few hours to go from resisting to giving up to getting used to it and finally to using its body to shield him from the sunlight that might fall into his eyes.

Other mythical beasts mimicking animals by the lake would occasionally cast their gazes in this direction, seemingly ready to make a move.

When the child falls asleep, it’s okay for everyone to apply the patch together, right?

Until the big tiger gave them a cold and cruel look.

No sound is needed, and no more movement is needed.

With just one look, the guys who were ready to make a move stopped and calmed down.

There's no way they can beat this guy.

When grandpa came back from outside, it was already getting dark.

He looked unusually tired, as if he had seen something he didn't like. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, there was a hint of gloom between his brows.

But this gloom quickly disappeared when he saw the silly snowball sleeping soundly.

He walked quickly to the lakeside, and faced with the giant tiger that also bared its fangs intimidatingly, he did not retreat like the other mythical beasts.

It was as if he didn't even see it, and he reached out and lifted the child from under the tiger's belly.

"Why are you sleeping here? It's dirty. You'll get sick again later."

He felt a little helpless and brushed off the grass leaves on the child's clothes.

The giant tiger remained where it was, staring at them coldly with its golden eyes.

The look it gave the old man was obviously not as friendly as when it looked at the child. Its pupils gradually shrank into a thin line, filled with fighting and killing intent.

Humans, it hates humans. Not only it, but most of the mythical beasts hate humans. All humans who enter the Lost Forest will be hunted by them indiscriminately. Oh, it can't be said to be indiscriminate anymore, now they have a single exception.

But the old man was obviously not one of the exceptions.

Its hard muscles became tighter and tighter, its limbs stepped on the ground, and its upper body was slightly lowered, as if it was about to launch an attack.

The old man obviously noticed it, but his hand holding Miaomiao did not move at all, and he was not surprised.

The bad relationship between humans and fantasy beasts has not been going on for just one or two years. With more and more hunters hunting fantasy beast cubs in recent years, the two species have almost become mortal enemies.

There are many mythical beasts in the Lost Forest, and they are extremely powerful.

If he had not killed the previous king of Moon Shadow Principality and was wanted with nowhere to go, he would not have chosen to stay here.

He glanced at the tiger and assessed in his mind that its strength was probably above level nine, perhaps even level ten?

But this was not enough to challenge him, because after being hunted for decades, he had already broken through to the eleventh level. Even though it had only been a short time, the gap in level was enough to crush the opponent.

He changed the child to a more comfortable sleeping position and said calmly to the big tiger in front of him, "You should know that you can't beat me now. If you don't want to lose your life, leave now."

He knew the other party understood.

The fourth-level fantasy beasts have begun to develop spirituality, the sixth-level fantasy beasts are already able to fully understand human language, and the ninth-level fantasy beasts can even transform directly into human form.

The tiger in front of me is at least at the human level.

It's just that they hate humans so much that they are unwilling to use this ability.

The tiger only growled even more in response.

Fear of being killed? No, fighting to the death is an honor for them. Every one of them who can grow into an overlord has broken through and survived in battle after battle.

It didn't retreat a single step.

The tiger was so stubborn that the old man made a displeased "tsk" sound.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't mind fighting with the tiger, but now he was in a hurry to go home and make dinner for Miaomiao.

Furthermore, the old tree spirit said that within the Lost Forest lived a mythical beast that had reached the twelfth level. This was a level that no human could reach, even on a continent teeming with geniuses.

Due to this, countries have never sent large numbers of people to explore the Lost Forest.

Grandpa now just wants to lead a stable life with Miaomiao, and doesn't want to do anything that may disrupt the order of the forest or alarm the twelfth-level king.

"Maybe I can knock it out..." Grandpa thought to himself, preparing to put Miaomiao aside first.

However, just as he moved, the sleeping child in his arms woke up with a grunt.

"grandfather……?"

He opened his eyes, and the old man's gray hair and serious face appeared dimly in his vision.

Shaking, but becoming clearer and clearer.

Not a dream?

He suddenly woke up, sat up in the old man's arms, stretched out his arms and hugged the old man's neck tightly, and said in surprise, "You're back?"

His clear voice was like a hammer breaking the ice, breaking the deadlock between the old man and the tiger with a snap.

The two sides, who were on the verge of a fight, stopped their actions at the same time.

Grandpa didn't care about the tiger anymore. He turned around and asked him, "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Miaomiao nodded honestly. He was not only hungry, but after waking up from a good sleep, he felt like he could eat three big bowls of rice.

"I want to eat white sugar cake." He acted coquettishly to the old man skillfully.

"That's a dessert. I'll make it for you after dinner," said grandpa.

"Grandpa is the best!" the child cheered and gave his grandfather a big kiss on the face.

On the side, the tiger, who was completely ignored, watched the two people hugging each other intimately, and his fighting spirit gradually subsided.

The night was like a shadow. Silently, it stretched its limbs and lifted its solid body from the ground.

The grandfather and grandson hugged each other affectionately, making it seem like the dog was still alone and ungrateful.

Its golden eyes lingered on the child's back for a few moments, then it flicked its thick tail and jumped away.