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 bitten out of the flying centipede, or the place where Su Shijun had just pressed with his fingertips.
Su Ya squatted in the corner of the wall, sticking her tail, and rubbing her skirting board hard, as if this could slightly conceal her guilt; the other two little fox girls held their hands and hugged aside anxiously, trying to reduce their presence. They looked at Su Ya from time to time, wondering why she was still working at this time.
Boseidong crossed his tail and squatted at Su Shijun's feet honestly, without the frivolous and sloppy as a moment ago, and looked like a dignified and decent lady.
Su Shijun stood in front of the window, taking advantage of the fresh sunshine outside, carefully looked at the flying centipede that was picking her fingertips. After a while, she seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, you just said 'you didn't'...you have nothing?"
Zheng Qing was shocked 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 this answer was a tyranny.
"Ah, haha," the boy cleared his throat and laughed dryly: "I mean, I was not injured... Ha, the carpet in this room is very thick and there is no injury at all!"
He clenched his fist and knocked his chest, bent his arms, as if he wanted to show his biceps, and stomped his feet. The dull sound of the wooden floor.
The smirk on the boy's face suddenly stopped, and he lowered his head with a very small amplitude and took a look.
There is no carpet on the floor.
"Are you so thick-skinned before?"
The owner of Qingqiu Mansion did not seem to notice the small mistake in the witch's answer, and still carefully observed the flying centipede. His eyes flashed slightly, and countless fine spells faintly flowed through it. His voice was very light and he analyzed: "...... He fell straight from two meters high without any bruises, dizziness, headache, nausea and other symptoms... He was attacked by a flying centipede at close range, and he was not even broken with oily skin..."
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, thinking about something.
He knew about the flying centipede. When he was a freshman, he was deceived by a wandering wizard and bought one - although he gave it to Zhang Jixin in the end - he still remembered the basic information of this ancient spirit insect.
Centipedes have wings, which are flying centipedes. Their color is like fat, their claws are like blades, and they are not invaded by water and fire, and they are as fast as lightning. They like to eat brains and often live in dark places with abundant magic.
Thinking that he had just been bitten by such a bug, the young public student realized it and felt a little scared.
"I always thought that the flying centipede only sucked the brains of demons." He forced a smile.
Su Shijun's eyes finally left the little bug, threw it casually, threw it on Zheng Qing, and replied casually: "The flying centipede refined by magic will specifically fight against demons, and like this... pure wild flying centipede, you are very interested in the brains of any creature."
The fat-colored insect that was about inch long fell on Zheng Qing's neck. It only stayed for half a second before recovering from pretending to be dead. Dozens of steps were like hearing the dragon boat oars after the gun were heard. It swung together, and its slender body twisted gently and drilled into Zheng Qing's body along the gap between the collar.
A fine and slightly tingling feeling came from the neck and continued to extend downwards.
Zheng Qing felt that at this moment, he had the biggest batch of goosebumps in his life.
"Damn!"
He screamed, as if Su Ya was grabbed by her tail or Li Meng was grabbed by her braid, just as Mike Foley heard the music of "Dance of the River", and his feet stomped on the floor frantically. While stomping, he pulled the robe on his body in panic, trying to shake out the bug that got into his clothes.
The two little fox girls huddled aside opened their mouths and stared at the scene blankly, not sure if they wanted to come forward to help. Although Su Ya still kept wiping the floor with her butt sticking out, she couldn't help but turn around and look at Zheng Qing, full of curiosity on how he was punished by the lady.
And Bosedong, the first time the flying centipede fell on Zheng Qing, was taken into his arms by the hostess of Qingqiu Mansion, blocking his ears and eyes. Although she struggled hard, in front of a great wizard, this effort seemed insignificant.
Zheng Qing slapped his hands quickly, but he was always one step slower. The flying centipede followed his shoulders, armpits, and took the back, and then rushed back to his chest, as if a particle that was doing Brownian movements, making people unable to capture its trajectory.
This short and vigorous exercise lasted for nearly a minute. After pulling off the robe and underwear in succession, the shirtless Zheng Qing finally blocked the flying centipede the moment before it was about to get into the crotch and pinched it in his hand.
Then he felt cold sweat all over.
Immediately, I 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 was written, it was interrupted by the witch.
"Your vertical wool muscle contracted, and no small granulum grew, nor tentacles grew." The witch put on her glasses calmly, and the noun in her mouth made the boy think subconsciously for half a second.
Then, he realized that she was talking about goosebumps.
In other words, she just wanted to observe the natural reactions of her body under stress? Why did she feel that her goosebumps would turn into small granulations?
"I..." He opened his mouth, not thinking about what he would say next, but unexpectedly, his words were interrupted by the witch again.
"I suggest you put on your clothes first, after all, you are not alone in the room." The witch stretched out her index finger, as if it was slow and fast, and her fingertips fell on the boy's naked body. She took the opportunity to pull him twice, then nodded with a very small amplitude, and looked serious: "Well... it was similar to what I expected... she was quite strong."
A faint cold wind blew in through the crack of the door. Zheng Qing felt the goose bumps that had just stopped were urged to grow. He quickly shrank his neck, picked up the robe on the ground, and put it on his body.
Then he looked at the witch blankly, his face as if the gentleman had boiled teapot.
The flying centipede that was pinched by him felt that he would die in the next second. He couldn't help but start to struggle hard. The fine foot stings awakened the young wizard in a dull state.
"It..." Zheng Qing swallowed his saliva and spoke again, and the sound was extremely loud.
"What is certain is that it is just an ordinary flying centipede, and it is a flying centipede that has just left the larvae state." Su Shijun held her glasses, hugged Bosedong and walked out: "I guess she was attracted by the rich magic power in the mansion and hid in such a deserted place... and was disturbed by you. But isn't the purpose of the big cleaning the matter?"