Seeing that Fujiang gave up the robbery, Musu returned to being polite, as if he hadn't done it just now.
The mashed potatoes and salad couldn't be held with hands. Mu Su whispered to Fu Jiang, got up and walked towards the table.
After taking the knife and fork, Mu Su was about to leave when he suddenly looked behind Bachi Nu and let out a light sigh.
The eight-foot girl turned to look, and Mu Su took advantage of this and quickly took out a handful of sand from the fourth-dimensional crotch and sprinkled it into the chicken soup. The eight-foot girl turned back in confusion, and he shrugged to show that he was being deceived, then turned around and walked back quickly.
Fujiang ordered a meal, sat down next to Musu and poured chicken soup on the mashed potatoes.
Mu Su looked confused. Should he speak out to stop her...?
Fujiang picked up the spoon and stirred it a few times, mixing the soft and greasy mashed potatoes with the fragrant chicken soup, and put it into his mouth cautiously——
"Can't drink!"
Mu Su suddenly reached out and slapped away the spoon, hitting Junxiong sitting next to him in the face with a loud bang. Then he opened the dinner plate and poured it all over Junxiong.
"Meow--"
Junxiong was so hot that he screamed when the mashed potato soup was poured on his body.
"What are you doing?" Fu Jiang's narrow eyes were slightly cold.
The movement here attracted everyone's attention, and the atmosphere in the cafeteria became quiet.
Mu Su sighed artificially and lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry... I remembered some bad things..."
Seeing that Mu Su was no longer pretending, Fu Jiang lost his cool expression and asked him puzzledly: "What happened?"
Mu Su's tone was low: "I have a friend who drank chicken soup while eating, and then...and she hasn't woken up yet..."
"So there's something wrong with her chicken soup?"
"No, it's because more than four hundred years have passed and she has died of old age long ago."
"...?" Fu Jiang was confused when he saw Mu Su's logical trap for the first time.
After confusing the matter, Mu Su noticed Toshio's embarrassment and the overturned dinner plate at his feet.
"If you don't even eat well, look at who can eat like you." Mu Su lectured the innocent Junxiong with his arms akimbo. But in the end, he still said softly and wanted to take Junxiong to take a bath in the back mountain pool.
Transparent Bridge stopped Mu Su who was about to leave: "Compared with this, we should start the last part of the plan."
She looked around and paused briefly at Alessa, Clown, Billy, Annabell and other students.
"Get rid of them!"
A few minutes later, the eight-foot girl put away the plates, wiped the table, and pushed the dining cart away.
Mu Su narrowed her eyes slightly and crossed her arms, following her gaze as she disappeared through the exit. She snorted in her heart.
I helped you secretly once. Please spend the rest of your life with gratitude.
"Is the eight-foot girl also your girlfriend?" came a voice in his ear. Mu Su quickly turned around and saw Fujiang's eyes as if to catch someone raping. He quickly put on a flattering smile: "I just condemn the flat-chested women through my eyes.
Just look at the eight-foot-tall girl. Don’t worry, I’ll help you with your share of condemnation.”
Fu Jiang couldn't help but look down at his chest, wanting to refute something.
But in the end nothing could be said.
…
The thick fog left only gray and white in the sky, and ashes like snowflakes fell slowly.
In the dead silence, a rush of footsteps came from a distance, and a figure ran past in the mist.
Elizabeth held up the hem of her skirt to reveal her smooth calves. Her hat and shoes were nowhere to be found, and she ran barefoot on the uneven grass.
Her face was no longer as elegant as before, her hair was scattered and messy, and she glanced back from time to time while breathing rapidly.
The lover of the vampire count, who is also a vampire, is now running away in a hurry as if she is being hunted.
Walking through the thick fog, she suddenly bumped into black, and her figure instantly disappeared from the thick fog, as if she had never existed in this world.
Elizabeth stopped and looked around cautiously.
"Who is it!"
The voice echoed in the dark space. As he finished speaking, rhythmic footsteps came from the front.
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of blood flashed across her pupils as she stared in the direction of the footsteps.
A figure slowly emerged from the darkness and stopped ten meters away from Elizabeth.
He was a man with messy black hair and a slender figure. His pale skin was even a little glaring in the dark space.
He was wearing a purple windbreaker and had a clown smiley face scrawled on his ear with a red pen.
"Is that you?" Elizabeth recognized him.
Mu Su put his right hand in front of his abdomen and his left hand behind his waist, performed a gentleman's salute, and then slowly opened his mouth.
"Hello, I want to play a game with you."
…
A group of bats flapped their wings and flew out of the thick fog from all directions, gathering together to form a human figure.
Dracula. This vampire count known for his elegance and evil is now full of panic after losing his lover's whereabouts.
He had just controlled a bat to fly to the Ancient Evil God Academy, and was attacked by a random student and lost half of the bat. The loss made his cheeks pale.
But the problem is that he found no trace of Elizabeth.
The slender hands under his sleeves held his hands, and Dracula fell into a deep panic.
It’s impossible for anyone to catch her... Where is she? Why can’t I sense her presence...
"Of course it's possible to catch her."
A voice cut in, as if he knew Dracula's guess.
The blood-sucking fangs extended, and Dracula suddenly turned his head.
Mu Su, wearing a purple windbreaker, stood ten meters away, with darkness behind him that even no light could penetrate.
He said: "As far as I know, second-year SCP106 and Nailhead are both existences that can pull your lover to another dimension without leaving any trace in reality."
"Are you sure they did it?" Dracula asked slightly relaxed when he saw that they didn't seem to be enemies.
"How is that possible?" Mu Su chuckled, then his smile faded: "I caught him."
"...What?" Dracula didn't react for a moment.
"Are you looking for your lover?" Mu Su didn't bother to explain and clapped his hands lightly.
Behind the thick and substantial darkness, a chair with pulleys was pushed out together with the bound figure on it.
Mu Su turned his head and looked at Isabella on the chair: "Say hello to your lover."
"Dracula, save me!" Isabella screamed and struggled, but she couldn't help the seemingly ordinary wooden chair and hemp rope.
Mu Su held the back of the chair with his hands and turned to look at Dracula.
"She's saying hi to you."
"Let her go!" Dracula's eyes were scarlet, his whole body was filled with blood, and his windbreaker was stirred up by the momentum.
He was about to pounce when his movements suddenly stopped and he looked warily at the darkness behind Mu Su.
Transparent bridge and clown walking out of it.
"You should say this to another person." Mu Su said at the right time, stood aside and handed over to Transparent Bridge.
Transparent Qiao looked at Mu Su with a look of disgust: "Are you cosplaying a clown?"
Little Scandal Yan took a curious look and thought that except for the smile painted on his face, nothing looked like him.
Transparent Bridge guessed its thoughts and explained: "I mean another clown."
"No, I'm just cosplaying Feng Bujue."
Transparent Bridge's guess was not correct either. Mu Su recited the poem number at that time.
"Looking with a smile at the defeat of thousands of armies in Cangming, determining the cause and effect of the world. I am unconscious and fearless, taking life and death seriously, neither a ghost nor a god, like a crazy devil - what, does it look like? Do you feel that my smart IQ has occupied the high ground again?"