Zheng Qing originally thought that breaking a blue and white porcelain would be the end of the year.
But unexpectedly it was just the beginning.
In the following New Year's Eve, the crisp sound of cracking like porcelain plates sounded repeatedly - from solid wooden chairs made of Huanghuali, to exquisite cups carved with white crystals, to silver knife and fork and soup, they were damaged one by one after Zheng Qing's contact.
Witnessing the male witch crushed two chairs in a row, crushed five cups, and bent a set of tableware, even though she was as slow as Su Ya, she realized that this was absolutely abnormal and could not continue to say "Safe in pieces".
"I will pay."
The young public student murmured.
Obviously, he had not adapted to the identity of the owner of Qingqiu Mansion, and he still demanded himself as a guest. Looking at the fork in front of him that was poked into the white porcelain plate, he wanted to cry without tears - just wanting to eat a shrimp ball, why is it so difficult? Even the soft silver fork that was usually soft can be stabbed into the crisp and hard porcelain plate by him.
Where can I reason about this kind of thing?
It was already New Year's Eve.
The gorgeous long dining table in the restaurant was removed and replaced with a maroon round table. The table was not big, so Zheng Qing, Su Shijun, and Bosedong could sit together at close range and pick up food. There were no flower arrangements or other bonsai ornaments in the center of the table. The table was filled with various very familiar dishes of Zheng Qing - braised carp, garlic shrimp balls, beef sauce, hand-pulled chicken, cold lotus root and bean curd, meatball soup, etc., and even a small plate of dumplings - completely different from those used by Qingqiu Mansion on weekdays. It was obvious that it was to accommodate Zheng Qing's habits.
As a result, he was very embarrassed and had frequent accidents, and a meal was full of chaos.
Bang!
The crisp snap of fingers made the boy who was originally depressed and bowed his head raise his head again. Su Shijun signaled the maids to remove all the dishes, cups and bowls in front of Zheng Qing, leaving only a clean tablecloth.
"I guessed that this would happen when I just removed your chair," the owner of Qingqiu Mansion calmly cut the shrimp balls in front of him, tied them up with a fork, stuffed them into Boseidong's mouth, and handed the other half to Zheng Qing's mouth, reminding him with a smile: "Be careful, don't bite my fork off."
Without her reminder, Zheng Qing was very careful and gently pulled the shrimp ball into his mouth with his lips. While squirming his cheeks slightly, he lowered his head again with a sigh.
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the void. Below him was a small ball of magic like clouds condensed by Su Shijun. This was the final solution given by the witch after he crushed two hardwood chairs in a row. In addition, the cup in front of him was also removed. If you want to drink soup, you need to use others to condense it into a ball and send it to his mouth.
Originally, Zheng Qing thought he was more careful, and he should be fine if he had a slice of sauce meat and a shrimp ball.
The result is that now, the new fork is shaking slightly on the white porcelain plate.
"Jiji, Jiji!"
Diagonally opposite the round table, the little fox wearing a beautiful vest supported his ears, mocking Zheng Qing's clumsiness very impolitely, but the male witch had no mood to refute.
"Are you sure it's because of that copper bean?" After swallowing the shrimp balls into his stomach, Zheng Qing finally couldn't help it and looked at Su Shijun who was slowly treating beef with sauce.
When he crushed the first blue and white porcelain plate in the morning, the witch gave his own judgment, believing that Zheng Qing's physical strength was growing rapidly, exceeding his consciousness and understanding, which led to his ability to control the physical body declined, so he continued to experience problems. The decline from a two-meter high yesterday was not injured, and his head attack by a flying centipede were all safe and sound, which are all the best examples.
"Apart from the crow's beans, have you ever come into contact with any strange things? Or, have you ever met your husband recently?" While speaking, the witch picked up a piece of sauce with chopsticks and handed it to Zheng Qing's mouth, and signaled: "Ah..."
"Swish..." The little fox's low ridicule came diagonally opposite.
The witch felt a little ashamed for no reason, but in order to fill her stomach, he still opened his mouth honestly and ate the beef. Because according to Congressman Su Da, when the physical strength changes rapidly, the body must maintain sufficient nutrition to avoid insufficient energy supply, which will lead to the body squeezing precious magic power from the body and damaging the foundation of the body.
"Nothing else."
Zheng Qing quickly swallowed the beef and nodded honestly. Since the celebration banquet that night, he has been in Qingqiu Mansion almost all his time. Although he has been to Sanyou Bookstore several times, he has not even entered the door, so naturally he can't meet with his husband: "But..."
But if it was really because of the crow's bean, his body should have been covered with tentacles, just like the two-headed ogre in the Silent Forest, the Fallen North District wizard in the Sakura Tavern, and the black wizard Watley who was surrounded by the school and the Trichond Sword not long ago. The most significant feature of their mutation is that their form has undergone drastic changes.
Now, except for the increase in strength, Zheng Qing's appearance did not show any abnormalities.
"But your vertical piss muscle contraction is normal. Under stress, neither small granuloma nor tentacles grow. Right?" Su Shijun summed up what he hadn't said yet for Zheng Qing, and at the same time picked up a lotus slice and handed it to the boy's mouth. He nodded with a very small amplitude: "Actually, this is also what I feel strange."
Zheng Qing did not immediately open his mouth and bite the lotus root slice.
Instead, he turned his head slightly, avoided the chopsticks, and hurriedly gave his own guess: "Do you think it is possible to have anything to do with the forbidden spell? What I mean is that the forbidden spell breath in my body eliminates the soil where the 'granules' exist?"
He is now able to naturally talk to the witch about topics related to forbidden spells.
Su Shijun didn't say a word, staring at him silently, and his hand raised in the air remained motionless.
The boy shrank his neck and honestly bit the lotus root slice.
Then a smile appeared on the witch's face: "No possibility cannot be ruled out before the exact inspection. The possibility of the forbidden spell is of course very high. The only problem is that according to my shallow understanding of bloodline transformation, if the forbidden spell eliminates the growth opportunities of those 'granules', it will also strangle the space for bloodline evolution. In this regard, growth is positively related to the cost."
Zheng Qing naturally would not really think that the "shallowness" of a great wizard is really shallowness.
"Is there any other reason?" The boy lowered his head, looked at himself spreading his five fingers, then clenched it, and then opened it, as if he could touch the powerful force pumping in the tiny blood vessels under his skin.
Su Shijun put down the tableware, touched the high-legged wine glass next to him, and replied softly: "A popular view in the Yuexia clan, the only one that can completely suppress a bloodline is the higher bloodline. Perhaps your bloodline has undergone some unknown changes in the process of contacting the forbidden spell, or, there is a higher concept flowing in your body that you don't even know... Magic is above all, everything is possible... Happy New Year! I wish you both good health and all the best!"
She raised her coconut milk.
A ball of amber light floated in front of Zheng Qing.
And Boseidong also raised his juice with his claws.
Bang, wow!!
Chapter completed!