Chapter 1110 On the Feeling of Being Saved by the Person You Hate the Most

Moore was afraid of messing up the house, so he couldn't find the comb. He was getting more and more anxious, and he was very afraid that Bai Qingqing would think he was useless.

He even hated his lack of keen sense of smell. If his sense of smell were better, he could imitate other species and quickly find what he wanted.

"Ouch~"

The leopard cubs exchanged a few boring words and prepared to leave.

Listening to their voices, Moore's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his long arm to stop all three of them.

"Do you know where the comb is?" Moore asked expectantly.

The leopard cubs were also very idle. When they heard that there was something to do, they became very energetic and responded with a few "ouch" sounds.

Moore felt relieved and said, "Find it for me, and I'll treat you to meat later."

"Ouch!"

The little leopards were more energetic. With their buttocks facing each other and their heads in three directions, they turned a few times, each found a position, and then rushed forward and turned around.

Boom boom boom——

There were constant noises, the washstand fell over, the mattress was lifted, and all the clothes in the closet were turned out...

Within a moment, the neat room was in a mess as if it had been swept by a strong wind, with all kinds of animal skins strewn all over the floor.

Moore looked at the sudden change in the room in shock, and it was messy in the wind.

However, the effect of such an action was extremely fast. The third child found a comb with the scent of his mother's hair from the hay in the turned mattress, ran to Moore with it in his mouth, and swung his tail wildly, looking like he was asking for credit. appearance.

Obviously the leopard cubs were so enthusiastic and well-behaved, but Moore suddenly wanted to beat them.

As expected, he is the son of Parker, and whatever he does makes people want to beat him up.

"Hmm~" The third child opened a pair of watery eyes that looked very much like Bai Qingqing's and whimpered twice urgently.

Moore's heart suddenly softened. He rubbed its head, retracted his hand, looked up and saw no one around, imitated Bai Qingqing's tone, and said "good" stiffly.

The third child was satisfied. He licked Moore's hand flatteringly and tasted the smell of burnt protein. He let out a strange "ouch" and his watery eyes were full of confusion.

Mom's new partner tastes like roasted bird, and it looks delicious.

It was a good thing that Moore couldn't read the leopard's ventriloquism, otherwise he might really have to beat him up. He was in a hurry to finish the work, put down the mess in the house, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

The leopard cubs fell behind him, and the third child followed closely, sniffing at Moore's legs from time to time. He had just dispelled his suspicion that "this bird tastes delicious", but after smelling it, he became unsure again.

After repeating this process, when he walked to the kitchen, the third child was in a trance.

Moore handed the comb to Parker, turned around and left. Parker couldn't help but glance at him strangely, but without thinking much, he skillfully combed the hair of his lover who was having breakfast.

After walking out of the kitchen, Moore let out a slow breath. Fortunately, he did not arouse suspicion. He had to clean up the bedroom before Qingqing finished eating. He must not let Qingqing notice anything unusual. As long as he was fast, he should be able to do it.

Planning in his mind, Moore quickly rushed into the bedroom, but unexpectedly there were two more beast shadows in the room.

Hearing his footsteps, the huge snake beast turned its head and looked at Moore with eyes full of hostility, vaguely mixed with deeper ambivalence.

Ask Curtis how it feels to be saved by the person he hates most, and his answer is "life is worse than death." If he hadn't still missed his partner, he might not have been too lazy to take this picked life.

Facing Curtis's unkind gaze, Moore immediately became alert, fearful and desperate: It's over, there's no time to clean up.