Under the octopus youth's doubtful expression, Tang Rou said that the topic would be postponed for later.
As the night passed, those posts sank to the bottom of the sea, and she could hardly find them.
We are going to Hotdam tomorrow. If we don't get this matter sorted out before we leave, there will definitely be casualties in the school on July 14th.
Tang Rou's head was battered and her head was dizzy, as if she had drunk two kilograms of fake wine, and her temples hurt suddenly.
She thought about contacting the school, but it was too risky. Once it was discovered that she had special abilities, she might soon be targeted by the coalition military, which would put her in a dangerous situation.
There is even a possibility of being imprisoned in a laboratory for research.
Thinking of this, Tang Rou couldn't help but feel her scalp numb.
Her ankle suddenly felt cold. She looked down and saw that a translucent dark green tentacle had wrapped itself around her calf and was quietly crawling up her leg.
"Don't make trouble." She closed her legs and pushed the person away.
The hands are ice cold, and even in the hot summer, they maintain the inhuman warmth of a cold-blooded creature.
Tang Rou paused and suddenly looked at No. 17.
No. 17 also looked at her.
A pair of dark green eyes, like clear gems polished by spring water, with deep eyebrows and fine eyelashes, were the same dark green color as her hair, looking back at her docilely.
At first glance, it is a creature that is not human.
Tang Rou looked at it for a long time, and the young man felt a little shy.
The translucent tentacles quietly wrapped around her wrists, hanging softly like a puppy using its tail to please its owner.
Tang Rou lowered her head and grabbed the tentacles with her backhand. The moment she put her palms together, the young man trembled all over. The tentacles hung down even more supple and harmless, as if they would melt into a puddle of water in the next second.
She held one up and squinted her eyes to observe it carefully.
Why is the owner...a little proactive?
He put away all the edges and corners on his body, and wrapped the horny thorns into his soft body to ensure that he would not hurt the owner at all.
The earlobes are pale green, which is a sign of accelerated blood flow, which usually occurs when he is shy.
The owner put down the heated tentacles that were covered, and pushed aside the wet and soft hair from the young man's forehead, revealing the delicate face underneath that showed no trace of human emotions.
The slender fingers of a human female pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head.
No. 17 felt like he had no strength at all, and was easily controlled by her, like a pitiful cub caught in a trap, helpless and nervous.
The owner lowered his eyes, leaned down, and got closer, observing him carefully.
Those gentle eyes were shining brightly at the moment, looking very...excited.
The young man's breathing became rapid.
Why is the owner so excited...What does she want to do to him?
He was a little panicked, a little shy, and a little at a loss.
However, her hands were clasped behind her, ready to hug the owner.
"Alfino." The owner murmured in a low voice, his eyes like black grapes getting brighter and brighter, making him afraid to look directly.
Some bold ideas became more and more intense in his mind, and he leaned out of the water tank and shyly leaned towards the owner.
In fact, he can do whatever she wants, and he will never resist...
Facing the owner's scorching gaze, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his tentacles curled happily, creating waves of tiny water splashes.
A few drops of water accidentally splashed on the owner, leaving inconspicuous marks on the silver-white uniform.
The owner doesn't like his clothes to get wet...
He was a little panicked. He thought the owner would push him back or be unhappy and wanted to get close to her before being put into the water tank. Unexpectedly, the owner suddenly reached out and held his face.
That gentle face was very close to him.
For a moment, the little octopus raised its eyes in shock, its eyelashes trembling rapidly and fluttering, like a butterfly that was caught in someone's palm and struggled desperately but could not escape.
Too, too proactive...
"Why didn't I think of that..."
The young man was almost dizzy and did not understand what the owner was saying.
Tang Rou murmured to herself, "If there is no evidence now, posting that post will definitely be regarded as spreading rumors, but why should I spread rumors?"
She doesn't need to post at all or start rumors.
Because, just turn the rumors into facts.
No. 17 was still lowering his eyes, immersed in the divergent thoughts in his mind that made him shy, when he heard the owner ask, "Alfino, aren't your tentacles retractable? How small can they be at the smallest, and can they be extended at the largest?
How old will it be?"
Two rows of butterfly-wing-like eyelashes trembled violently, and she pursed her lips and was speechless, but her body honestly leaned toward the owner, and her tentacles formed a huge encirclement that covered the sky and the sun.
Does the owner want to be here? It's not impossible...
But they haven’t built a nest yet. How can they reproduce without building a nest?
But it can be built later. He doesn’t really want the next generation, which will compete for the owner’s attention. He doesn’t want to compete with his own children for favor...
Oh, no, he has no experience yet!
But it doesn't matter, you can slowly explore with the owner, and he will gently...
As he was thinking about it, the owner lay in his ear and whispered, "Want to go out?"
Still want to go out?
The young man's eyelashes were trembling, like an excited and nervous puppy.
Tang Rou knew nothing about the storm in his head, because he breathed through gills and gill filaments, which were very efficient respiratory organs. However, there was no expression on this face, which was so pale that it seemed a bit cold.
So he was immersed in his own world. Even if his emotions were ups and downs, Tang Rou didn't know anything about it.
The office in front of me is already covered in dark green that blocks out the sky and the sun. Depending on the situation, it can be expanded even more.
Her office is half the size of an indoor swimming pool, so you can easily imagine what No. 17 will look like outside.
It's enough to definitely scare the kids on campus who live in their ivory towers.
While Tang Rou was thinking, No. 17 suddenly lowered his head, came to her hand, and rubbed the back of her hand.
Tang Rou looked confused, then she heard him shyly say, "Touch, me."
He wants to be touched by his owner, like a little animal wagging its tail begging for mercy.
"touch?"
Tang Rou realized it later.
Not once or twice did the little octopus act coquettishly in front of that gloomy and cold face, and she stroked his head obediently.
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In the virtual training classroom, starting from ten o'clock in the morning, it is the time to play the video and conduct imitation learning. In one of the countless training rooms, you can watch the real-time picture.
The lecturer in silver-white uniform is the official researcher of the Tower of Babel, standing under the projection and giving lectures to them.
"You must learn from Breeder Tang how to get along with her, but you are strictly prohibited from imitating her behavior, such as releasing experimental subjects out of the cabin at will..."
Someone screamed, interrupting him.
The lecturer looked up displeased and found that everyone in the training room looked pale with fear, and one of them pointed at the screen behind him tremblingly.
"She, she, is she dead...?"
The lecturer was stunned, turned around, and saw the unconscious keeper on the screen being sucked into a dark green tentacle.
The next moment, the screen went black, and the surveillance camera was violently damaged.
The lecturer was shocked.
The SS experimental subject who was said to be more obedient than dogs tamed by humans actually attacked his breeder!
Emergency calls resounded in the underground space, all virtual training courses were temporarily suspended, and contact experiments were also suspended.
On the long table, engineers with senior professional titles looked at the surveillance screen with serious expressions, constantly contacting the ground security department and entering a state of emergency alert.
The super experimental subject SS-17 attacked his keepers and now escaped from prison, destroying the surveillance along the way and extending its tentacles to incredible lengths, making it extremely dangerous.
This half-octopus experimental body contains venom that far exceeds that of the blue-ringed octopus, and is 100,000 times more deadly than cyanide. The source of the toxin cannot be traced, and no corresponding antivenom can be found.
The sharp horny thorns in the tentacles can instantly cut through the safety guard's protective clothing, and the winding and biting force has crushed many S-class experimental subjects.
And in the last level four experiment, super healing ability was stimulated.
When such a dangerous thing came out... everyone's brains went blank for a moment.
No one on the long table rang the golden keeper who was submerged in the green tentacles.
They all unanimously believed that the breeder was dead.
Such a weak human woman would never be able to survive for a second in the face of absolute power, and there would be no suspense about her death.