Did Puppy Pick Up Fluffy Things on the Livestream Today? - Chapter 9

A new wave of bullet chats and gifts surged through the livestream as viewers caught sight of Momo’s fluffy black puppy ears popping out.

The puppy ears appeared! I am catching them first!

So Momo’s ears suddenly pop out when he has strong emotional swings? When will we see a tail?

Everyone’s focus shifted so fast from Momo killing a crow with a rock to his ears.

Who cares about a crow! Momo’s ears are the best! I want to rub them!

Momo was currently both embarrassed and startled.

He was embarrassed because he had not known these ears would suddenly appear due to emotional fluctuations.

He was startled because he suddenly felt a slight itch at his tailbone, a sensation that felt rather restless.

Oh no, please do not tell me a tail wants to come out too.

He used every ounce of strength to force himself not to let a tail show. Then, with a panicked hand, he poked the belly of the massive crow.

“It really is dead,” Momo murmured. “Does this mean I can use rocks as self-defense weapons from now on?”

He blinked, his pale pink face flushed deep red. He looked at the camera with silver dog-like eyes that were half shy and half proud. “Did you all see that just now? I just threw it randomly, and it died!”

As he spoke, he poked the crow hard again to show off his spoils of war to everyone.

The corpse lay silent in the snow.

Yes, yes, yes, you are super amazing!

Momo, Momo, look at me! About that! Can we see the tail?

Maybe leave here with the crow first? There are several others behind you. If they attack together, you are finished.

Momo avoided the bullet chats asking for the tail with a shifty gaze. Heeding the concerns of other viewers, he stood up first and quickly tied the massive crow with the remaining vines, slinging it over his back along with the branches.

“Shh, let us leave here first, before something happens to this dinner we just caught!”

As he spoke, the pair of fluffy ears on his head tilted back slightly, their soft fur blending into his messy black hair.

He carefully peered through the gaps in the pine forest behind him. Ensuring no other crows had spotted him, Momo quickly jogged back up the slope the way he had come.

The crow on his back was heavy, and fine beads of sweat soon seeped from his forehead.

The ears that had suddenly appeared felt very prominent. At the thought of running around with ears in front of so many viewers, the tips of Momo’s own ears turned even redder.

They had not popped out even when he faced the great snake and the giant-toothed beast.

Momo guessed that perhaps his body was gradually adapting to his new soul, and various physiological functions were beginning to return to normal.

The more he tried to make the ears disappear in his mind, the more vigorously the fluff on his head shook, which only made his face turn bright red from the effort.

Happening upon the thick fallen trunk that blocked his path again, Momo shrugged and let out a long sigh. He simply gave up and stopped, his black ears drooping helplessly into airplane ears.

“I give up. I cannot tuck the ears back in.”

With a flushed face, he stole a peek at the livestream.

Ah, I am dying from the cuteness!

So funny! Momo is the first puppy to turn his face red trying to hide his ears!

It is okay, baby. Other beastmen streamers next door cannot wait to show off their ears and tails all day to make money. You are too shy, getting embarrassed over just ears!

Show them! Show them! I have plenty of data! Use it all!

Momo, rest for a bit. The things are too heavy, you are covered in sweat.

Maybe it is not sweat from exhaustion, but from embarrassment.

Seeing the teasing comments, Momo pouted. “Any smart person can see this is from exhaustion!”

He argued stubbornly in his own defense.

His shoulders were aching from being chafed by the temporary straps made of vines. He looked up and could already see the faint outline of the cave entrance through the pine forest.

Looking down at the thick tree trunk, he considered his options.

He pursed his lips, two small dimples appearing on his cheeks. He decided to give it his all and drag this thing back now to avoid any further trouble.

He took the extra vines off his back and tied one end to the thickest branch at the top of the trunk, looping the other end behind his back.

Gripping the exposed end tightly with both hands in front of his chest, Momo walked to the front of the trunk. After looking back to ensure it would be dragged in the right direction, his chest heaved as he took a deep breath. Then, putting all his strength into it, he began to climb the slope.

The moment his first two steps hit the snow, his slender white legs could not stop trembling.

The trunk was still too heavy.

He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, pulling forward with all his might. The trunk carved deep ruts into the snowy ground.

The black hair at his forehead was soaked with sweat, sticking softly to the side of his face. The vines on his shoulders had pulled his beast-skin clothing down a bit, digging into his flesh.

In the snow, the beautiful and thin youth dragged the heavy trunk, his fair muscles trembling as he struggled. It was a pitiful sight.

I take back my laughter from before. He looks so pitiful!

Momo is working so hard just to survive.

Those vines look like they have small thorns, and they are digging right into his skin!

Ah, I hate being broke! I wish I could open a dimension gate to go there and help him!

It would be better if Momo had a companion; it would be easier.

Such a hard-working baby, here is some snack money for you!

After dragging it all the way with his head down, he finally made it back to the cave entrance.

Momo finally reached his limit and dropped the trunk heavily onto the stone slab in front of the cave. To prevent it from rolling down, he shifted it so that half was inside the cave and half was outside.

The crow and the branches on his back were also tossed aside. The youth could finally stretch his aching body.

The shoulders exposed by his beast-skin clothes were bruised purple by the vines. The palms of his fair, slender hands were bright red, with several areas scraped raw.

Even his calves were covered in countless tiny bloody scratches from the frozen vegetation along the way.

He looked incredibly disheveled.

Enduring the muscle aches, Momo first hurried to the stone nest he had built for the kitten.

He gently lifted the stone slab, only to find the nest empty.

Cold sweat instantly washed over him.

Momo held the stone slab with trembling hands. Only a few strands of white fur remained on the hemp grass bag.

He turned around in a panic to scan the cave, no longer caring about his own discomfort. His eyes grew red with worry.

“Where did you go?”

“Kitty?”

Since he had not given the little guy a name yet, he could only call out randomly.

His voice was tight, carrying a sob born from tension and fear.

Checking every corner of the cave from left to right, Momo was truly on the verge of tears.

He had not felt like crying the moment the car accident happened. He had not felt like crying when he was inexplicably transmigrated to this world and kicked out of the tribe. He had not felt like crying when he encountered wild beasts or danger. He certainly had not felt like crying just now when he was dragging that heavy load until his shoulders were bruised.

But at the thought of the kitten being gone, or taken by something, and that he would be all alone…

Tears began to swirl in Momo’s eyes.

Finally, as his gaze moved to the pile of rubble on the far right where he had not yet finished tidying and was temporarily using to dry the scraps of beast-skin he had cut, he saw a flash of white in the gaps.

He ran there in a panic and quickly moved the stones. He saw the kitten lying there, half the herbs on its eyes gone. It was pathetically resting its small paw on a piece of beast-skin, its pink nose pressed against it.

The kitten had been scared alone in the cave and desperately needed Momo’s scent. It had struggled to crawl out of the stone nest to reach this small scrap of skin that still carried Momo’s smell.

Momo’s heart softened instantly. He collapsed onto the ground and scooped up the kitten.

“Why did you sneak over here?”

“You scared me to death… was it because my scent was on the skin?”

“I am sorry… were you scared being alone? When you are better, I will take you out with me, okay?”

Momo sobbed as he held the kitten to his chest, unable to stop himself from nuzzling the back of its head with his chin.

His voice was still trembling, and every word he spoke was thick with a nasal tone.

Post-fear and relief caused crystal tears to overflow from his red eyes. Even the tip of his nose was red, giving him an air of beautiful, broken helplessness.

He held the kitten tightly, stroking the little one’s back over and over.

He did not blame the kitten for wandering off; instead, he apologized first for leaving it behind.

Momo sobbed softly. Perhaps the thought that the kitten was gone had caused all the grievances he had felt over the past few days to explode at once. He cried as he let it all out.

“Wooo… I am so upset…”

“Why does a tree have to be so heavy! My shoulders hurt so much, wooo…”

“And that stupid crow, does it know how important my hair is? Wooo, I am so afraid of going bald, wooo…”

“How come when other people transmigrate, they get good food, good drinks, a golden finger, and a wonderful life with people on both sides? How come I cannot even raise a kitten properly, wooo…”

Momo cried pitifully, his loose beast-skin clothing revealing his beautiful collarbones and thin muscles.

The kitten felt Momo’s sadness and worry. It had heard him looking for it just now, but it was too small and its wounds had not healed, so it had only been able to struggle to climb up through the rubble.

Now, hearing the youth cry so sadly, the kitten could not help but let out a “meow.” It reached out its small paw to pat Momo’s cheek, as if trying to comfort him.

Do not cry, do not be sad. I am sorry, I should not have wandered off.

Do not be sad, do not be sad…

The kitten’s voice also became a bit hoarse.

For a moment, inside the cave, a person and a cat held each other and cried, looking quite pitiful.

My heart is breaking too, I want to cry along with them.

My heart clenched when the kitten could not be found just now!

This is terrible. Wooo, why is our Momo so miserable!

Momo really values the kitten. This is the first time he has shown such negative emotions.

Momo has been very strong, wooo. But honestly, under these conditions, the kitten is his last comfort.

Wait, what is there to cry about? Is he selling misery on the stream?

Ugh, I do not get this streamer. I am leaving.

He looks quite pretty when he cries.

This is hilarious. Why cry over such a small thing!

Momo ignored the various comments in the livestream. He held the kitten tightly until his near-collapsing emotions were spent through his tears.

Sobbing, he carefully held the kitten up in front of his eyes again.

Tears dampened his long eyelashes. His eyes were red, especially at the corners. Coupled with his silver eyes, he looked pitiful yet carried an indescribable charm.

The herbs on the kitten’s face were completely gone now.

Momo saw that the wounds on its eyelids had already scabbed over, and he let out a small sigh of relief.

“I will not leave you behind, and you will not leave me, okay?”

Momo spoke to the little one in a very small, soft voice.

“Meow~”

The kitten seemed to respond.

Squeezing a tiny pink paw, Momo blinked. “I have not given you a name yet.”

“What would be a good one?”

“You are so white all over. When I first saw you, I thought you were a little snowball.”

“Xue Qiu.”

“The word ball is not great; it sounds like a toy.”

“I know, I will call you Xue Qiu instead!”

Momo held the kitten high, a bright and cheerful smile returning to his face.

The kitten he held high wagged its tail in mid-air, as if reacting to its new name.

He stopped crying. Did I comfort him?

Xue Qiu.

I have a name now. This time, it is not just a string of cold numbers.

Is this person here to love me?

I will not leave you.

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