Chapter 618: The Day of Pretending to Being Nothing
The spacious hall was crowded with people, and the witches were all wearing straight black robes and pointed wizard top hats, while the witches were competing for beauty and wearing gorgeous long skirts of various colors.
This is a dance party.
The branches of mistletoe poked out from the corner of the wall, covering the entire ceiling, but what grew between the branches and leaves was not its yellow flowers or pearl-like fruits, but a string of purple-red flowers like an inverted pyramid. Zheng Qing raised his head, looked at the layers of crystal petals, and observed it for a long time before he recognized it as lupin, which is what people often call Lubing flowers, but for some reason this grass appeared on the branches of mistletoe.
Elegant and light music came from my ears, milky white mist rolled under my feet, and the cold moonlight fell from nowhere. After the mist dispersed, it became hazy, causing the shadows of the guests to be intertwined and twisted. Accompanied by the sound of the dance steps, it created a bizarre and strange atmosphere.
“… Graduating early is good for you, me, and Dongdong.”
Su Shijun's voice gradually appeared in Zheng Qing's ears from far to near. He came to his senses and realized that he was holding the witch's hand and spinning. The two were dancing under the mistletoe. The MPs of the Moon Under the Parliament did not wear glasses. The charming face looked whiter in the cold moonlight. She seemed not to notice the male witch's loss of consciousness a moment ago, and still said to herself:
"... After Dongdong was born, he has always lacked enough love from his family. I am too busy at work, and you have to concentrate on your studies... It can almost be considered as a free stock... It doesn't matter if she was young, but seeing that she already has the ability to go out alone, it won't work if she continues like this... You graduate early and have more time to take care of her..."
"But Dongdong is less than two years old now!" Zheng Qing had the courage from somewhere, and finally spoke up about the things he had been struggling with for a long time: "Wouldn't it be good to let her be free and grow up happily?"
"The happiness of childhood comes from the longer sorrow of growing up." The witch looked at him sternly, as if she wanted to say something, but the dance music in her ear suddenly became anxious.
The short music intertwined in the intense drum beats, making the entire dance scene restless. Zheng Qing looked around and found that everyone's dance steps seemed to press the fast forward button. The wide skirts of the witches were dancing like butterflies' wings. The male and witches were like bees dancing the eight-character dance, spinning around the witches quickly. In the noise, Su Shijun's voice also became a bit intermittent: "...Today's...work...when you grow up...if you don't care..."
“…You don’t care…”
“…It doesn’t matter…”
The music suddenly stopped, and the witch's voice suddenly became much colder. The male witch couldn't help but shivered. Looking closely, the witch dancing with him turned into Jiang Yu at some point.
"It doesn't matter!"
She stared at the boy with no expression on her face, raised her head and raised her chest, with a proud and contemptuous look: "It doesn't matter where she moves! The place where I live is the main room... I won't run away... Why do you want to run away? The end of the escape is not a paradise."
"Ah! You actually danced with other witches on your back!" A female scream came from his ear, and her voice was filled with incredible and anger.
The entire dance floor paused because of the scream.
Everyone turned their heads together and looked at the witch.
Bang!
The light disappeared, leaving only a dim mottled spot covering the boy's body. The sound of chanting curses came from the darkness, as if hundreds of insects were crawling towards him. Zheng Qing touched the gray cloth bag on his waist in horror, but did not pull out the talisman gun, but pulled out a huge sticky tentacle. The suction cups spread all over the tentacles slowly squirmed, revealing rows of sharp teeth. At the top of the tentacles, a black and white eyeball opened "bang", staring at the boy who was already stunned.
Zheng Qing clearly saw that what was reflected in his eyes was not his appearance, but a narrow and long crow face.
call!
He opened his eyes amid his screams, sat up straight, looked around in panic, and then the confusion in his eyes slowly disappeared, and his consciousness gradually became clear again.
There are no witches and dances.
There are no tentacles covered with sharp teeth and eyeballs.
There are no crows.
At this time, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, supervising Poseidon's study.
The sun was just right outside the window, and the colorful flowers in the small garden were extremely beautiful. You could vaguely hear the elves' sharp laughter among the flowers and the happy conversations of the fox maids.
The male witch touched her forehead with lingering fear, and felt a cold sweat from her hand.
Fortunately, it was just an ordinary nightmare. The nightmare doll in her pocket was still hanging around her neck. It seemed that no one had nightmares just now, and it was purely a scare of himself.
"Did you do something wrong in your dream?" A sinister voice suddenly sounded in the witch's ears, clenching his heart that had just calmed down into a ball.
Zheng Qing turned around and realized that it was Su Ya who was holding the rag. She should have been wiping the table and chairs before, but she didn't know how long she had been standing next to her.
The heart that was clenched into a ball opened, contracted, and beat, pumped out fresh plasma, and reapplied his pale face into normal colors.
"It's all your business!" The witch exhaled, and was embarrassed and said nothing.
Su Ya swooshed forward, her face almost leaning against Zheng Qing's nose. She sneered and muttered in a very low voice: "I don't care if you dreamed of stepping on a steaming piece of edamame shit when you were sleeping. I just warned you not to make the lady angry! Otherwise, the next time I'm holding in my hand will be a rag!"
She threatened to stretch the clean rag in her hand.
Zheng Qing was stunned, reached out and picked up the little fox girl's collar, got up, and carried her out of the living room.
"Go and wipe the floor of the stairwell!" He ordered as the owner of Qingqiu Mansion, and at the same time carefully looked at several rooms outside the hall.
Very good, the house is still there.
The witches are still very responsible after all.
Qingqiu Mansion did not suffer disaster in the festive and peaceful New Year atmosphere, and Poseidon also avoided the tragic fate of being forced to wander on the streets during the New Year.
The whole world is so quiet and peaceful.
You can write a sentence in today's diary: There is nothing wrong today.
Zheng Qing thought this way, tiptoed and sneaked back to the living room, and knocked Bosedong who was lying on the counting study list, reminding him: "Be careful of your saliva!... It's really worse than edamame!"
Meow!
Hearing the summoned dog came out of the foot of the table, and happily circled around the wizard's feet. Not far from above, the little fox raised his head in a daze, wiped the saliva at the corner of his mouth, then changed his position and lay down to sleep again.