What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

When Philbert came out, he saw the man sitting on the bed leisurely, swinging his feet.

Philbert gradually got used to Saya's appearance. Although he was not as panic-stricken as at the beginning, his face was just a little red due to the shame and anger just now.

"How are you doing here these days? Do you like it?"

Philbert scratched his head and grinned, "I like them. Mother is very good. I also like Axi and Yakeli. There are also Mrs. Anyalida and Uncle Boli, the old housekeeper. They are all very good..."

"And Brother You'ang, Brother Alvin..."

Saya listened carefully to the child in front of her counting on his fingers and saying out their names one by one, with a doting smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Saya had a big smile on her face and met Saya's smiling eyes.

His words suddenly stopped, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he couldn't help swallowing.

She hooked his arm with her hand, looked into his eyes and spoke haltingly.

"I like it too, Saya!"

The young man in front of him raised the corners of his lips lazily, "I know."

"You've been following me for more than ten years, and now you've grown into a handsome young man."

"It's not like I'm sick to follow you even though you don't like me."

The young man with delicate features raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy in front of him.

"You've seen me startled or stuttering lately. My appearance is what makes you so excited."

Filbert hurriedly shook his hands, "No, no."

The curly hair on his forehead swayed with his movements, and the golden color shone through, making it look very nice to touch.

Saya's eyes were fixed on the top of his head, and she rubbed it without thinking.

Philbert was stunned for a moment, looking at Saya squinting his eyes in satisfaction, and felt a strange sense of pride in his heart.

He simply sat on the floor and let the person on the bed move freely. He glanced at him secretly, and he didn't know when his arms were around Saya's waist.

Very thin

Filbert frowned, feeling that he could wrap his arm around his waist with just one arm.

Thinking about the time when Saya either ate vegetables or fruits, and the occasional food he would bring back for him from the special kitchen, Philbert hugged Saya even tighter.

"Saya, I will buy you meat from now on and make you fat!"

Saya's hand suddenly stopped, and the end of his eyebrows raised slightly. As expected, he could never understand the child's thought process.

"Then I eat human flesh, and you buy it too?"

Now it was Philbert's turn to be stunned. He seemed to be very conflicted, and his whole face was almost wrinkled.

"Ah? Saya, don't eat human flesh. Human flesh isn't tasty. Beef, mutton, chicken, pork, or fish are all delicious!"

He shook Saya's arm and blinked at him with his big eyes.

"Okay, okay, Saya, don't eat human flesh. Human flesh stinks!"

A hint of interest flashed in Saya's eyes. He raised his eyebrows, leaned towards Philbert mischievously, and sniffed hard on purpose.

Filbert was so frightened by Saya's action that he quickly covered his neck with his hands.

"No, I don't think little Phil stinks."

Philbert's heartbeat seemed to have reached the top of his throat. The boy covered his neck with his hands, his brows wrinkled like a caterpillar.

After a while, he seemed to make up his mind and took a deep breath.

His arm stretched out tremblingly, his face turned away, his eyelids still twitching.

"Only...you can only bite here, just one bite!"

Feeling the strange breath on his skin, he hurriedly shouted, "Only a small sip!"

Saya deliberately moved closer to his arm, testing his expression, and after seeing the expression he wanted to see, she finally couldn't help herself, and the laughter that she couldn't suppress in her throat was finally released, his shoulders trembling slightly, and his chest heaving.

When Philbert saw that Saya didn't move for a long time, and then saw the man smiling coquettishly, Philbert realized that he had been fooled again.

Why on earth does he always believe Saya when she lies to him?!

Saya laughed so hard that her upper body fell on the bed, and the man kicked her calves lightly several times.

"Stinky Saya! Stinky Saya! Of course Philbert smells good, but you, a stinky fox, are the only one who stinks!"

Saya sat up and looked more serious.

He raised his porcelain-white arm in front of the boy and said, "Here, let me tell you, a stinky fox doesn't stink."

The porcelain-white skin seemed to still glow with a bright white light, and Philbert's nose seemed to still be lingering with the fragrance of that person last night.

Saya clenched a fist with one hand, pressed it against her lips to hold back her smile, and her eyes curved.

"Isn't it stinky? Little brats just love to slander adults."

Filbert raised his head, his eyes locked on the man's smile, "Saya doesn't look much older than me!"

Saya withdrew his hand and touched the non-existent beard on his chin with a mature and honest look.

"That's just the human form of this body that is still in its youth. How can a human's age be compared with a monster's?" The ages of all the worlds I've experienced are older than you, little brat.

Filbert's curiosity was piqued, "How old is Saya?"

Saya stroked his chin and thought seriously.

"It should be... 300."

Philbert's mouth opened, his eyes wide with surprise.

Saya's lips curled into a smile, "But... converted into your human age, it's only 17 or 18."

Filbert's eyelids drooped speechlessly.

Well, it’s still the familiar Saya formula.

Filbert rested his arms on the side of the bed and his chin on it.

"Then why didn't you transform before?"

Saya sat on the edge of the bed, playing with Philbert's hair from time to time.

"It transformed, but the spiritual power was not enough, so it changed back."

"Even transforming requires spiritual power. I don't have enough spiritual power to begin with. Besides protecting those little guys in the forest, I also have to clean up your mess every time. How can I have any extra spiritual power?"

The young man stretched and said, "Who wouldn't want to be a human being otherwise?"

Filbert blinked and pretended not to hear the protagonist he was complaining about. "Then Saya will change back later, right?"

Saya looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Probably not for the time being."

He'd absorbed a lot of spiritual energy from Filbert's presence last night, and now his spiritual well was overflowing. He didn't know if it was the protagonist's aura, or if it was because this body was already bound to him, but he'd discovered early on that staying near him could replenish his depleted spiritual energy.

That's why he had been sleeping with him all these years. He was just a fox anyway, so what did it matter?

Besides, he also slept with his parents when he was a child!

He can be considered the boy's godfather. Who knows how tiring it is to take care of a child in the past few years? He is almost exhausted.

Fortunately, people grow up.

If he had known that turning into a human in front of Philbert would be so intimidating, he would have transformed into human form in front of him when he was a child.

The little golden retriever sat obediently on the ground with his upper body leaning against the bed.

Look, that's not very nice.

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07786: You will be obedient if someone presses you at night.

07786: I’ll ask you in a few chapters whether you are city or not.