Transmigrating to the Beast World and Raising Cubs with a Black Panther

Mo didn't respond, but simply offered its back and flicked its tail.

"Wow~" The child excitedly stood up from the orc's arms, opened his little hands and cupped the little black panther's head, gently stroking it again and again.

"Brother, your fur is so soft!"

Her eyelashes were still wet, but her eyes were already curved into crescents as she smiled.

The orc sat cross-legged on the ground, watching with amusement as the child patted his head, rubbed his belly, and stroked his tail...

If it were anyone else, Mo would have already bared his teeth and brandished his claws. The entire tribe knows that this cub is "aloof" and won't let anyone touch him except his adoptive father.

"Brother, will you come home with me?" The child hugged the little black panther's neck tightly and rubbed his face against it affectionately. "I'll use my allowance to buy you fish, lots of fish..."

Mo's ears twitched uncontrollably, and his back tensed up. He tilted his head, and his beard brushed against the child's face.

"It tickles." The child giggled, his eyes sparkling like stars.

"My grandma really likes Cui Cui, and she'll definitely like you too... We'll sleep together in my little bed..." The child chattered in Mo's ear, getting happier and happier as he spoke.

The little black panther stood there steadily; the child's arms were too short, and this enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming.

The orc was amused to see his cub looking so "helpless," so he simply rested his chin on his hand and continued to watch the spectacle.

"Brother, why aren't you saying anything?" The child looked up, then suddenly realized what she meant, pursed her lips, and smiled shyly. "Oh, right, brother is a kitten now. If you agree, just call me, okay?"

Mo looked at his beast father, and even in his beast form, one could still see a hint of bewilderment on his face.

The orc, always eager for drama, said, "Why don't you make a sound?"

"Yes, yes, your beast father has agreed." The child loosened his arms, cradled the little black panther's head, and looked at him expectantly with bright eyes, saying, "Like this—meow once..."

After waiting for a while, Mo still didn't call out.

The child lowered his eyes, looking somewhat dejected.

Just as Mo hesitated whether to comfort him, the child suddenly gave the little black leopard a big kiss on the forehead.

Mo's pupils looked up and saw two plump, white cheeks that looked very soft and easy to pinch.

The little black panther's tail suddenly swayed slightly from side to side.

"It's okay, brother, I still really, really like you..." The child had a few black hairs stuck to the corner of his mouth. "I'll call you when I get home... but, but I have to go to school. I'll come see you when I'm on vacation..."

Then many scenes appeared that were both unfamiliar and familiar to Bai Ze.

On the high-altitude slope, Mo carried the child up the mountain. Even though he was a child himself, he held the person on his back steadily. The child wrapped his arms around Mo's neck and asked in a childish voice, "Brother, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired." Mo, like a little adult, lifted the person up a bit. "Are you hungry?"

The child checked his stomach: "Just a little bit."

In the distance, an orc was carrying a rabbit and had already started roasting it.

Mo put the child down and scooped up the water from the leaf for him.

"Thank you, brother."

As the child drank, Mo began to tear the tenderest meat from the rabbit into strips and place them on the leaves.

But the child didn't seem to like it much, so Mo climbed up the tree to pick more fruit and found bird eggs.

The children stood under the tree, cheering and clapping, saying, "Big brother, you're amazing!"

The bird egg made a "bang" sound in the fire, and the child was so frightened that he immediately hugged Mo, who was standing next to him.

Mo calmly used a twig to pull the egg out, peeled off the charred shell, and handed it to the child: "Eat it."

Eggs are a normal food, and they smell delicious.

The child ate three before picking up the fruit again to eat.

The orc saw there was still some left and was about to take some when his cub stopped him: "You eat the meat."

After saying that, Mo wrapped all the remaining baked eggs in leaves and put them in the pile of fruit.

The orc crossed his arms, a look of complete understanding on his face.

……

The images flashed by frame by frame, like a movie.

The large black panther carried two children on its back. Mo sat behind the child, holding down his agitated, flailing hands. In the end, he had no choice but to hold him still...

In the afterglow of the setting sun, two children lay side by side on the grass, shoulder to shoulder. One child pointed to a cloud in the sky and said that the cloud looked like his brother turned into a cat.

Mo said it didn't look like it, so the child held up his finger and traced the edge of the cloud, saying earnestly, "This is brother's ear, this is brother's nose, and here are brother's paws and tail..."

Then, the conversation naturally turned to Cuicui. The child excitedly recounted Cuicui's heroic deeds of catching mice to Mo, then turned to the side, hugged Mo's arm, and asked curiously:

"Brother, do you know how to catch mice?"

"Brother, do you know how to catch birds?"

"Brother, why haven't I seen you licking your paws?"

"Brother, isn't it troublesome for you to take off your clothes every time you turn into a cat?"

……

At first, Mo responded to every question, but later, with too many questions, he simply closed his eyes and pretended not to hear. The child thought his older brother was asleep and immediately quieted down.

When the orcs came over, they found two cubs sleeping soundly, huddled together on the grass.

Bai Ze felt a sour feeling in his heart, a stuffy and bloated sensation.

The image suddenly disappeared for a moment, the light was hazy, and then gradually became clear again after a while.

The child was lying on the ground, his face was red, and he looked very uncomfortable.

Mo touched the child's face, hugged him, and anxiously called the child's name. The orc also ran over, his expression solemn.

The child opened his mouth, grasped Mo's hand, and said weakly, "Brother, I'm not... I don't feel too bad... Don't be afraid... I'll feel better after I take my medicine..."

Mo Fan held the child's hand: "When you're better, I'll let you ride on my back, and I'll run with you forever. Don't fall asleep..."

The child struggled to open his eyes: "Brother...it's so nice..."

"I miss my grandma..."

The scene abruptly ended.

Bai Ze's head ached terribly, like an old, malfunctioning machine suddenly being plugged in, making a screeching, rattling sound.

He lay in the darkness, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in another place.

The ground was littered with corpses, both animal and human, blood everywhere, and the mournful cries lingered in the air.

Bai Ze saw "Bai Ze," and saw him sit up from the blood-stained grass, his forehead covered in dried blood.

He looked around blankly, his eyes filled with immense terror.

Geng walked over, looking disheveled as well, and with a fierce expression, told him to get up, saying that if he wanted to die, no one would stop him.

Later, Yuan and Bai Qing also appeared. They kept walking and walking, and then the scene shifted to the Black Panther tribe.

Bai Ze saw Mo, the grown-up Mo. He seemed to have just returned from hunting, his eyes were sharp, and his face was still stained with blood.

Mo's gaze swept over the boy in the crowd, and he suddenly stopped, staring straight at him.