A water mirror hovers steadily in mid-air.
Zheng Qing stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes wandering. Even he didn't know whether he was looking at the small white dot on his forehead that was stung by a flying centipede, or at the place where Su Shijun had just pressed with his fingertips.
Su Ya squatted in the corner, pouting her tail, wiping the skirting boards vigorously, as if this could slightly conceal her guilty conscience; the other two little fox girls put their hands in their hands, huddled aside uneasily, trying hard to lower their
He had a sense of presence, and looked at Su Ya worriedly from time to time, wondering why she was still working at this time.
Poseidon folded his tail and squatted at Su Shijun's feet. He was no longer frivolous and sloppy just a moment ago, looking like a dignified and quiet lady.
Su Shijun stood in front of the window, taking advantage of the fresh sunlight outside, and carefully looked at the flying centipede picked on her fingertips. After a while, she seemed to think of something: "Oh, by the way, you just said 'you didn't'..."
You have nothing?"
Zheng Qing was startled by this sudden question.
I didn't look at your breasts!
This was the first thought that flashed through his mind, but immediately, he realized that such an answer would be a fool's errand.
"Ah, haha," the boy cleared his throat and laughed dryly: "I mean, I'm not hurt... Ha, the carpet in this room is very thick, there's no hurt at all!"
He clenched his fist and knocked on his chest, bent his arms, as if he wanted to show off his biceps, and stamped his feet at the same time. Dongdong. The wooden floor made a dull sound.
The fake smile on the boy's face suddenly stopped, he lowered his head slightly and took a look.
There is no carpet on the floor.
"Were you so rough-skinned and thick-skinned before?"
The owner of Qingqiu Mansion didn't seem to notice the small flaw in the wizard's answer. He still carefully observed the flying centipede, his eyes flickered slightly, and countless fine incantations faintly flowed through it. He analyzed in a very soft voice: "...
I fell straight from a height of two meters without any bruises, dizziness, headache, nausea or other symptoms... I was attacked at close range by a flying centipede, and even the oily skin was not broken..."
Zheng Qing touched his neck and subconsciously glanced at the water mirror in front of him.
This time, he carefully examined the little white dot bitten by the insect, thoughtfully.
He knew about flying centipedes. When he was a freshman, he was deceived by a wandering wizard into buying one - although he gave the centipede to Zhang Jixin in the end - but he still remembered the basic information about this ancient spiritual insect.
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Centipedes have wings, they are flying centipedes, their color is like fat, their claws are like blades, they are invulnerable to water and fire, they are as fast as lightning, they like to eat brains, and they often live in dark places with abundant magic power.
Thinking that he had just been bitten by such a bug on the forehead, the young public-sponsored student only realized it later and felt a sense of fear.
"I always thought that flying centipedes only sucked the brains of demons." He forced a smile.
Su Shijun finally took his eyes off the little bug, threw it on Zheng Qing, and replied casually: "Only flying centipedes that have been refined by magic can specifically fight against demons, and like this... pure one
Wild flying centipedes are very interested in the brains of any living creature."
The fat-colored insect, which was about an inch long, landed on Zheng Qing's neck. It only stayed for half a second, and then recovered from the state of pretending to be dead. Dozens of steps were like the oars of a dragon boat after hearing the starting gun, and they were swinging in unison.
, with a slight twist of his slender body, he slipped into Zheng Qing's body along the gap between the collars.
A fine and slightly tingling feeling came from the neck and continued to extend downward.
Zheng Qing felt that at this moment, he had the biggest goosebumps in his life.
"Fuck!"
He screamed, like Su Ya being grabbed by the tail, or Li Meng being pulled by the pigtails, like Mike Forali hearing the music of "Riverdance" and stamping his feet on the floor crazily,
While stamping, he pulled at his robe in panic, trying to shake out the bug that had gotten into his clothes.
The two little fox girls who were huddled aside opened their mouths and stared blankly at this scene, not sure whether they should step forward to help. Although Su Ya still kept her posture of wiping the floor with her butt raised, at this moment, she also
I couldn't help but turn around and look at Zheng Qing, full of curiosity as to how he was being punished by the lady.
As for Poseidon, as soon as the flying centipede landed on Zheng Qing, he was pulled into the arms of the hostess of Qingqiu Mansion, and his ears and eyes were blocked. Although she struggled hard, she couldn't stand it in front of a great wizard.
, this effort seems insignificant.
Zheng Qing's hands flapped rapidly on his body, but always took one step slower. The flying centipede followed his shoulders, armpits, detoured around his back, and then jumped back to his chest, like a particle doing Brownian motion, which made people feel...
Its movement trajectory cannot be captured.
This short and intense movement lasted for nearly a minute. After pulling off his robe and underwear continuously, the shirtless Zheng Qing finally intercepted the flying centipede just before it was about to get into his crotch, and pinched it.
in hand.
Then he felt cold sweat all over his body.
Then he looked at the witch angrily.
"You..." Zheng Qing rarely had the urge to lose his temper in front of Su Shijun who had taken off his glasses, but as soon as the first word came out of his mouth, he was interrupted by the witch.
"Your arrector pili muscles were in normal condition when they contracted. No small granules or tentacles grew." The witch put on her glasses calmly, and the nouns in her mouth made the boy think subconsciously for half a second.
Immediately, he realized that she was talking about goosebumps.
In other words, she just wanted to observe her body's natural reaction under stress? Why did she think her goose bumps would turn into small granules?
"I..." He opened his mouth, not thinking about what to say next, but as expected, his words were interrupted again by the witch.
"I suggest you put on your clothes first. After all, you are not alone in the room." The witch stretched out her index finger, seemingly slowly but urgently. Her fingertips lightly landed on the boy's naked body, and she stroked his body twice, and then
The little one nodded with a serious look on his face: "Well... it's pretty much what I expected... he's quite strong."
A weak cold wind blew in along the crack of the door. Zheng Qing felt that the goose bumps that had just subsided had the urge to grow again. He quickly shrank his neck, picked up the robe on the ground, and put it on randomly.
Then he looked at the witch blankly, her face looked like Mr.'s boiling teapot.
The flying centipede he pinched felt like it was going to break off and die in the next second, so it couldn't help but start struggling, and the fine foot spines awakened the young wizard in a sluggish state.
"It..." Zheng Qing swallowed and spoke again, his voice unusually loud.
"What is certain is that it is just an ordinary flying centipede, and it is also a flying centipede that has just escaped from the larvae state." Su Shijun adjusted his glasses, hugged Poseidon and walked out: "It is probably because of the abundance in the mansion.
Attracted by the magic power of Mao Dong, I hid in such a deserted place...but I was disturbed by you. But isn't that the purpose of general cleaning?"
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This chapter has been completed!