Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

Mr. Tiger went up to the second floor. There was a light in the room near the stairs. He looked in through the crack of the door.

There was no one inside, so he opened the door and went in. It turned out that this was a study room with a large desk, two computers were placed on the left and right sides of it, and there was a small notebook on the mobile desk next to it.

The three computers were all turned on, and various curves, numbers, and some incomprehensible twisted words were displayed on the screens. According to A Bao, this kind of words seemed to be called English.

Mr. Tiger couldn't understand it, and he wasn't interested, so he saw a few red and blue dots flickering on the interface.

He thought it was fun, grabbed the mouse and turned it around, but accidentally pressed it somewhere.

Several windows jumped on the screen, he didn't know what to do, so he clicked randomly, but luckily all the windows were closed smoothly.

Mr. Tiger didn't dare to move anymore, and looked at the bookshelf again, there were piles of books on it.

After all, he is still literate. What he can understand is finance and stock market research, but what he can't understand is English.

Out of curiosity, he took out a book and opened it, and couldn't help sighing again——

It's not easy to run a butcher shop business now, and you have to read so many complicated books.

So he decided that if he didn't eat Zongjue's stuff for nothing, he would pay for it!

A drawer of the desk was half open. Mr. Tiger saw the corner of the business card and opened the drawer.

It was Chen Fengyang's business card, and there was a photo under the business card. He picked it up and saw that it was a photo of Zong Jue and a man.

The man is tall, thin and very gentle, and compared with the business card...

Heh, isn't this Chen Fengyang?

This should be a photo taken many years ago. At that time, Zong Jue was very thin and young, and Mr. Tiger didn't like it.

According to his dietary experience - being too thin means too little meat, which is not tasty, so the current Zong Jue is just right.

By the way, speaking of Zong Jue, where did he go? It's so late, he should come back even to see a doctor, right?

As if responding to him, there was a slight moan in the middle of the night.

If it were an ordinary person, this voice would definitely not attract attention, but who is Mr. Tiger, so he immediately locked the source of the sound.

Rushed out of the study, followed the sound to the room at the end.

The lights were off in the room, but he could still see clearly that this was the bedroom.

The moans came from the bed. It turned out that Zong Jue was resting instead of seeing a doctor.

He walked over, Zong Jue was covered with a thick blanket, looking very uncomfortable, his brows were tightly frowned, and his cheeks were flushed.

Mr. Tiger touched his forehead, it was very hot, probably to the point that putting an egg on it would cook it quickly.

It was really hit by Sun Xiaoyue, Zong Jue was infected with the virus and had a fever.

Will it die?

Humans are so weak, a small scratch can easily kill them!

Thinking that Zong Jue might die, Mr. Tiger panicked, swung his hands and slapped him on the face.

He shouted: "Don't die, dead human flesh is not tasty, wake up and tell me you won't die!"

The pain hit continuously, Zong Jue was finally woken up, opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a figure in front of him in the darkness.

He said, "You..."

Mr. Tiger reacted in a second, and stretched out his hand to cover Zong Jue's eyes.

Zong Jue has seen his original appearance, and now seeing him, maybe things have changed from nothing to nothing.

But he couldn't let Zong Jue hang up, so what should he do?

While he was in a hurry, Mr. Tiger's face flashed in front of his eyes. After all, he had only seen it just now, and his memory was still fresh.

And Zong Jue seems to have a pretty good relationship with him, at least his appearance here is not awkward.

Thinking of this, Mr. Tiger used a spiritual technique to transform himself into Chen Fengyang's appearance, and then he withdrew his hand after confirming that it was all right in the mirror.

Zong Jue might have been confused, and didn't notice his weirdness, so he squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"It's you."

"Yeah, it's me."

While talking, Mr. Tiger leaned down to look at the injury on Zong Jue's shoulder.

Zong Jue's pajamas were very loose, and as he panted, the collarbone under the collar was clearly visible, and the tiger couldn't help swallowing——

Many years ago, he liked to gnaw on the bones. Once he bit into it, it was crunchy and the taste was amazing.

No, no, you can't eat this person. If you eat him, no one will make meat for yourself—since he ate cooked meat, he never wants to touch those raw things again.

Mr. Tiger shook his head, shaking out the thoughts he shouldn't have.

Zong Jue misunderstood his movements, raised his hand to caress his face, and sighed, "I must have burned so badly that I'm hallucinating, you can't come to see me."

The fingertips were also hot, as they brushed across Mr. Tiger's cheeks, there was a weird tactile sensation.

He quite liked this feeling, let Zong Jue touch him, and asked, "Is it hard?"

Zong Jue nodded.

"cold……"

"But you've covered so much."

"Probably...he's about to die."

"Don't say die!"

The voice was loud, and Mr. Tiger himself froze after he finished speaking.

Zong Jue looked at him and smiled, and muttered, "You have changed, you never cursed so loudly before."

"Uh, I'm worried about you, don't be afraid, you'll be fine, I'll save you."

The fingertips were still stroking Mr. Tiger's cheeks, as if they were tickling his heart.

Mr. Tiger couldn't bear it anymore, and planned to use spiritual techniques to help Zong Sui repair it.

He put his hand on Zong Jue's wound and was about to cast a spell when he suddenly thought of the taboo——

The abnormally handsome man at the pawnshop had reminded him that his spiritual consciousness had just awakened, and his spiritual power was not yet stable.

If he uses too much spiritual art, the remaining power will not be enough to help him maintain his human form, and he may change back to his original form at any time.

It would be okay if he turned into a cat, but if he turned into Kui in front of humans...the result would be very miserable!

But he couldn't watch Zong Sui die.

He patted Zong Jue's head, Zong Jue was shivering from the cold.

It would be great if he had herbs on hand. With his medical skills, he would be able to get rid of the disease at hand, but herbs didn't mean they were available.

As he was in a hurry, Mr. Tiger suddenly slapped his forehead and thought of a good way.

Without further ado, Mr. Tiger stripped off all his clothes and jumped onto Zong Jue's bed.

Zong Jue was only wearing pajamas, and he took them off easily, and finally shorts.

He thought it was in the way, so he was also torn off, hugged Zong Jue close to his body, and lay down with him in an embrace.

Mr. Tiger has absolute confidence in this magical tool to save people, because this scene often appears in the dog blood dramas that my mother-in-law loves to watch, and the ending is usually the heroine agreeing with her body.

Mr. Tiger thought magnanimously—it doesn’t matter whether we agree or disagree, and his requirements are not high, as long as Zong Jue cooks meat for him every day from now on, he will be very satisfied.

"you……"

Zong Jue was so burned that he was in a daze, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't focus.

Mr. Tiger hugged him and comforted him, "I told you, I will definitely cure you."

"But... this kind of treatment..."

Zong Huo smiled wryly, and felt that he had a different fever this time. He hadn't dreamed of Chen Fengyang for a long time, let alone dreaming of it at this time.

Trying to open his eyes wide to look, the face of the man in front of him is blurred, vaguely it is Chen Fengyang, but it doesn't seem to be quite like him.

Mr. Tiger misunderstood him, thinking that he was suffering from the cold, so he simply stretched out his arms and hugged him in his arms.

Consolingly said: "Isn't it cool this way? It's always shown on TV. It's a hundred tests."

"Um……"

The man's body was hot and hugged so tightly, Zong Jue felt it was difficult to breathe, but the coldness gradually faded away in the embrace.

He also stretched out his arms to hug him. The man's waist was very flexible and his skin was smooth. For some reason, when he touched it, the appearance of the man by the spring appeared in his mind.

That person is also so strong and tenacious.

It's too bad that he actually had a dream of sexual intercourse while having a high fever, and he also dreamed of such a mess...

Zong Jue was thinking in a daze, but the body of the naked man by the spring could not be lingered, his mouth was dry, and he said in a daze, "Thirst..."

"People who have a fever are prone to thirst. I will pour water for you."

Mr. Tiger wanted to get water, but just as he leaned over, his neck was bound. He was unprepared and lay on Zong Jue's body.

"Sorry sorry, did you crush you? I'm heavy, I..."

The words were drowned in the kiss, and Zong Jue kissed him on the lips.

Mr. Tiger was stunned, his eyes blinked, and he blinked again. He didn't understand what was going on for a long time.

Zong Jue's tongue had already penetrated into his mouth, he wrapped his tongue and began to ask, he heard a heavier gasp, Zong Jue said in a low voice, "I haven't done it for a long time, how about you?"

"It's been a long time for me..."

At least since he entered the villa as a servant, he didn't remember such a thing, but it didn't feel bad.

Zong Jue should have taken medicine before going to bed, and his mouth was slightly bitter. Mr. Tiger remembered the bitter gourd fried pork slices made by his mother-in-law.

Because it was fried with meat, he thought it was quite delicious.