Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1201 Mr. Niu and Miss Ma

'Moo (tsk tsk tsk)'

Just as Lyon was feeling uneasy about the horse-headed lady's shy and timid expression and was hesitating whether to ask to change beds, the old ox, who had also witnessed the scene, made a sound and mooed twice with great interest.

'Moo moo~ (You're lucky, this is a rare beauty~)'

'?! ! ! '

No... what are you talking about?

'Moo moo moo (Look at her smooth fur, broad shoulders and back, strong limbs, rounded rump and hard hooves... How wonderful! To be able to ride side by side with such a beautiful lady across the grassland would be an absolute dream.)'

"?!!!"

'Aren't you exaggerating a bit?'

Feeling a bit numb from the old ox's sudden burst of lust, Leon couldn't help but remind him:

'Putting aside the differences between beasts and orcs, you two are different races, okay? Even if you were a donkey, I wouldn't say anything, but you're a cow! The difference between a cow and a horse…'

'Moo moo moo (You don't understand, in the face of this lady's beauty, racial barriers are not so difficult to overcome)'

Seemingly genuinely captivated by the stunning beauty of the chestnut-haired, horse-headed lady, the somewhat infatuated old ox mooed in Lyon's mind, his voice filled with rapture:
'Moo moo moo moo moo (Imagine you galloping together across the grassland, her beautiful fur, without a single curl or dark color, which can only grow from grazing on abundant grass and drinking from clear springs, being gently brushed by the midday sun, is like gold flowing across the chestnut-colored pasture.)
Moo moo moo moo (And as you are admiring her, she suddenly turns her broad head slightly, opens her small, hoof-sized black eyes and smiles at you, her large, light-flesh-colored nostrils slightly open, exhaling a strong breath carrying the fragrance of grass.)
Moo moo moo moo (With each rise and fall of her body as she runs, her thick, smooth mane dances rhythmically in the wind, while her dense, thick tail brushes against her rounded rump, lashes her strong hind legs, and occasionally strikes your back and buttocks...)

"..."

Stop! Hold on! Please don't say it!

Feeling a chill run down his spine from the old ox's intoxicating moo, and unable to appreciate the beauty of the horse-headed lady, nor able to transcend the boundaries of species, Leon quickly forced the old ox back into his dream and immediately made up his mind.

Change wards! Change them right away!

This lousy hospital room is just... I can't stand it for another second! With that smug, sycophantic old man, if we don't get him moved to a different room soon, he might actually try to create a cow or a horse!

Unfortunately, just like that Han Dynasty prime minister who was extremely carefree and had superb light-footed skills, what people fear most is often what comes to pass.

Just as Lyon made up his mind, the beautiful horse-headed woman on the hospital bed diagonally behind him also sniffed through her wide nostrils, seemingly having made up her mind as well. She then deliberately passed through the barrier of holy light and approached him. Under Lyon's extremely wary gaze, she spoke somewhat shyly:

"Moo moo moo?"

"..."

Hey... big sister, your accent is a bit off!
Looking at the horse-headed lady who spoke fluent, pure cow language, as if she'd spent decades in a cowshed, Leon awkwardly opened his mouth, then quickly pulled the old ox back from his dream and replied in his own less-than-perfect cow language:

"Moo moo moo? (Excuse me, I didn't quite hear you. What did you say?)" "?"

Didn't you hear me? I think what I said was fine, right? And didn't he feel my charm? Why is he subconsciously trying to hide away?
Seemingly surprised by Lyon's reaction, Ms. Horsehead paused slightly before repeating her question.

"Moo moo moo (Kind sir, if you still remember, could you tell me about the situation on Shepherd's Plains?)"

"Moo? (Huh? Aren't you from the Shepherd's Land?)"

"Moo moo moo (I left Shepherd's Plains a long time ago, and then got lost in the Astral Plane due to an accident, becoming a Lost One, until I was rescued by these kind angels just two days ago.)"

After briefly explaining her origins, the horse-headed lady, whom the old ox described as quite beautiful, lowered her beautiful horse head and sighed with a somewhat somber expression:

"Moo moo moo moo moo (Although I was not seriously injured because my body was relatively strong, I lost almost all of my memories. I even forgot my origins and name. It was only after being examined by Doctor Oroya that I learned that I might have come from the Plains of Shepherds)
Moo moo moo moo (Although I don't remember who I am, I still hope to find my original identity and family. So, kind sir, if possible, could you please tell me the current situation of Shepherd's Plain?)

"..."

To be honest, isn't your character setting of being lost for many years and suffering from amnesia... similar to my character setting of being a cow?
Looking at the horse-headed lady in front of him, who was gazing at him expectantly, hoping to inquire about the situation of the Shepherd's Plain, Leon hesitated slightly, unsure of how to reply.

However, before Lyon could figure out what to say, the cow head hood, a replica of the old ox's, around his neck suddenly cleared his throat, then lifted his ox hoof to support the horse lady's horse's shoe, and softly comforted her with eyes full of tenderness:

"Neigh, neigh, neigh"

? ! ? ! ? ! ?

Huh? You actually know foreign languages?!?!?!?!?!

Taking advantage of Lyon's momentary shock, the old bull briefly regained control of the bull's head mask, squeezing out a deep, magnetic, bubbly voice, and spoke to the horse-headed lady in equally authentic horse language:

"Hua-er hua-er hua-er hua-er hua-er (Beautiful lady, please don't be sad. I am also an outcast of fate, just like you. I have lost my memory of my past life and can feel the grief you are suppressing.)
Neighing... (But just as beautiful flowers always survive after the cruelest storms, although fate cruelly banished us from our homeland, it also bestowed upon me a unique blessing, allowing us to meet here...)

"..."

You son of a bitch... you son of a bitch... you...

Seeing the old ox suddenly spouting a literary flair, its two hooves gripping the horse's shoe, gently comforting it while lovingly stroking it... or rather, taking advantage of it, Leon, unable to bear it any longer, was about to push it back into its reverie when he suddenly noticed something, stopped what he was doing, and squinted his eyes.

At the same time, the old ox's reminder echoed in Lyon's mind.

'Moo moo moo! (Don't give yourself away, this Miss Ma is acting strangely, she might have snuck in like us!)'

(End of this chapter)