Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Muir was afraid of messing up the room and thus was restrained in his search, unable to find the comb even after a long time. He got increasingly anxious, worried that Bai Qingqing might think that he was useless.
He even hated himself for not having a sharper sense of smell. If his sense of smell was sharper, he could be like other species, being able to locate the thing he wanted very quickly.
Howl~
Feeling bored, the leopard cubs exchanged a few words and then prepared to leave.
Hearing their voices, Muirâs eyes lit up, and he stretched out his long arm and stopped all three of them.
âDo you guys know where the comb is?â Muir asked, filled with anticipation.
The leopard cubs were all very bored. Upon hearing that there was something for them to do, they instantly became spirited and replied with a few howls.
Muirâs heart relaxed, and he said, âHelp me look for it. Iâll treat you guys to meat later.â
Roar!
The leopard cubs became even more energetic. All of them turned their butts to each other, their heads facing in three different directions. They made a few rounds and each searched for their own location, then dashed up and rummaged through everything.
Bang bang bangâ
Sounds kept ringing out. The washstand fell, the bedding was turned over, and the clothes in the wardrobe were all rummaged out...
In just a short instant, the neat and tidy room became a complete mess as if a strong gale had swept by. Various animal skins were thrown all over the floor.
Muir looked astonishedly at the room that had changed so abruptly, himself being in a disheveled state.
Under such actions, the effectiveness was also great. Third found the comb that had the scent of his mommyâs hair on it in the dried grass under the blankets. He picked it up and ran over to Muir, wagging his tail furiously as if he was asking to be praised.
The leopard cubs were so fervent and docile, but Muir suddenly had the impulse to give them a bashing.
As expected of Parkerâs children. No matter what they did, theyâd just give others the impulse to beat them up.
âUhh uhh~â Third opened his watery eyes that bore a great resemblance to Bai Qingqingâs, letting out a cry urgingly.
Muirâs heart suddenly softened, and he rubbed Thirdâs head. When he drew his hand back, he looked around and saw that there was no one else around. He then imitated Bai Qingqingâs tone, stiffly saying, âGood boy.â
Third felt satisfied and licked Muirâs hand to curry up to him. After tasting a hint of charred protein, he let out a strange howl, his watery eyes filled with perplexity.
Mommyâs new mate tasted like a roasted bird. He seemed very delicious.
Thankfully, Muir couldnât understand leopard language. Otherwise, he might really give him a bashing. He was anxious to finish with his task and walked quickly toward the kitchen, leaving the room in a mess.
The leopard cubs went after him, with Third following very closely behind. Heâd occasionally sniff at Muirâs legs. He had just dismissed the suspicion of âthis bird tastes very goodâ, but after taking a whiff, he started to feel uncertain again.
This kept on repeating, and when they reached the kitchen, Third was completely baffled.
Muir handed the comb to Parker and turned to leave. Parker threw him a strange glance and didnât think much of it. He then tidied his beloved mateâs hair skillfully while she ate her breakfast.
After leaving the kitchen, Muir slowly exhaled. Thankfully, he didnât raise any suspicions earlier. He had to clean up the bedroom before Qingqing was done eating and mustnât let her notice any abnormality. As long as he was fast enough, he should be able to do it.
Muir dashed into the bedroom quickly as he planned out everything in his heart. However, he didnât expect to find two more beast figures in the room.
Hearing the sound of his footsteps, the snake beastmanâs massive body turned and looked at Muir with a gaze filled with hostility. It was also vaguely mixed with deeper contradictory feelings.
If someone asked Curtis how it felt to have his life saved by someone he hated, his reply would be âa feeling worse than deathâ. If it wasnât because he was reluctant to part with his mate, he might really not be bothered to care for this life anymore.
Facing Curtisâs hostile gaze, Muir instantly went on his guard, feeling both wariness and despair. It was over. He had no time to clean up anymore.