Greece brings evildoers

The next day, bright sunshine filtered into the bedroom through the gaps in the branches.

Lorne opened his heavy eyelids, and a pretty face that was both happy and angry came into his eyes at close range.

The bright and beautiful nose is straight, the long eyelashes are trembling slightly, and the pointed ears are stretched out... The facial features, which are mixed with childishness and spirituality, together form the exquisite face in front of you, making people can't help but feel a sense of spying and care. desire.

It has to be said that as the [Witch of Temptation and Fall] in future Greek mythology, this demigod from Ayo Island definitely has a certain amount of capital.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will gradually become calm after experiencing thousands of repeated impacts.

Commonly known as, tired of it.

What's more...

Lorne looked sideways at his left ear, which was full of sticky feeling. A pair of pink lips were happily biting on it, and the grinding silver teeth brought a slight tingling sensation.

At the same time, two tender pink arms intertwined around his neck like snakes, almost suffocating him.

Faintly, you can even hear the crunching sound of the neck bones under the skin and flesh.

Lorne sat up expressionlessly, pulled off the humanoid koala that was half hanging on his body, and threw it aside.

Fortunately, the big bed is spacious enough.

Circe, who had moved her position, then smoothly rode on the quilt and rolled horizontally from the head of the bed to the end of the bed. Her fair skin formed a seductive bright color in the slightly dark room.

This wild witch has a habit of sleeping naked.

The amorous feelings revealed unintentionally made Lorne raise his eyelids involuntarily.

At this moment, the big witch clung to the pillow again, habitually rubbing half of her pretty face against the quilt, glistening saliva falling from the corners of her lips, and intermittently uttering vague sleepy murmurs in her throat.

"Hehe, my cute little piggy, resist, it's useless to resist! Be good and let me hug and kiss you!"

Hearing that triumphant and devilish laughter, the corners of Lorne's mouth twitched hard.

She still likes pigs so much.

It’s not like he has never seen a poop scraper who plays with cats and dogs, but this is really the first time he has met a pig lover with such a unique taste.

However, Lorne didn't understand why this majestic witch had such a deep obsession with little piggy.

While he was complaining, the corner of his eye touched a pair of soft and stretched eagle wings under the quilt.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in his mind, and the question that had been bothering him for a long time seemed to be vaguely answered.

——Eagle, of course he likes Piggy.

Especially the newborn ones, plump and delicious.

Fuck, that’s what happened!

Lorne thought of Circe's "Eagle Witch" pedigree and nickname, and his facial muscles twitched violently.

This woman's love for piglets is probably a predator's perverted hobby of holding the prey under its claws, licking and teasing it.

——Similar to the bad taste of cat and mouse.

By the way, this was not the reason why she adopted her back then, right?

Wori, no wonder this woman kept chewing and biting him and drooling when she hugged him every night!

The more Lorne thought about it, the darker his face became. The charm that was just born in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Sure enough, this stupid bird had no good intentions from the beginning!

The awakened little piggy cursed secretly, while his eyes moved down the pretty childish face, passing over a half-hidden No. 45 steel plate, and his heart became even more solid.

Dragging my body, which felt as if it had been ghosted all night long, with a sore back, I came to the restaurant, put on my scattered clothes, and then checked the time through the residual heat of the charcoal fire.

Lorne looked at himself in the mirror after he had regained his human form, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at himself.

It only took one night to eliminate the pig-like effect of Hukeon version 2.0. Under the persecution of this teacher, my resistance to magic medicine was indeed increasing day by day.

I really despise you! teacher!

"Hehe, hehe, hehe, I understand everything, you must still want me to kiss you, mmm, my cute little piglet!"

Waves of deranged laughter came from the bedroom again, and the great witch, who had no image at all, was still immersed in the pleasure of making love.

"..." Lorne was speechless.

Immediately, he walked into the room with his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and unceremoniously pulled Circe up from the bed, who was still facing the quilt.

"get up!"

"What are you doing? It's so early in the morning..."

Circe opened her eyelids that were fighting up and down, and looked at the quilt in her arms and the little piglet escaping in front of the bed, with some resentment in her eyes.

That little piggy was so cute.

Small, fragrant, and soft.

But as soon as he turned three years old, the little piglet entered a rebellious stage and repeatedly tried to escape from her arms.

After he turned seven, he even vacated a room by himself and resolutely separated from her.

From then on, Circe lost her favorite pillow.

Of course, Lorne did this simply because he wanted to live a few more days. He was really afraid that one night he would be strangled to death by this careless adoptive mother.

"Let me sleep a little longer..."

Circe yawned and muttered dissatisfiedly, opened her half-closed pink pupils, lifted one corner of the quilt, and looked longingly at the little piggy in front of the bed.

"How about we come together?"

"What a beautiful idea! It's time, come to class with me!"

"Go to class?"

The dazed big witch suddenly shivered when she heard the voice that was so cold that it dropped to ice. She was like a scumbag being called out by the teacher. Her face immediately turned pale, and she couldn't help but shake her head like a rattle.

"No, I don't want to go to class!"

With that said, Circe, as if she had encountered a savage beast, hugged the quilt and huddled into the corner, assuming a stubborn resistance posture.

"It's not up to you!"

Lorne sneered in return, rolled up the quilt and Circe without any explanation, and carried them out of the door.

The rising sun casts down wisps of golden light, dividing the entire Ayo Island into two sides, light and dark, along the central ridge.

One side is full of life, the other side is dark and dead.

Lorne carried the [Sandwich Biscuits] on his shoulders, stepped on the thick dead leaves, and walked through the dense forest, his eyes twinkling.

The island of Ayo is located in the Sea of ​​Oceanus, in the east. Legend has it that it is not far from the entrance to the underworld.

Lorne estimated that it was probably for this reason that he was sent to the nearest island after playing the resurrection match in the underworld.

This position allows Circe, as the owner of the island, to possess some kind of divinity characteristic of the underworld, and is quite familiar with ghosts and undead. He can be regarded as an alternative living neighbor to the underworld.

Of course, this may also have something to do with her faith.

Lorne looked up and looked at the end of the road paved with stone steps, at the ancient temple entwined with vines.

This place is completely different from the vibrant other side of the island. Dead trees, withered grass, and strange rocks show the desolate scenery. The sky is also inexplicably low and dim, giving off a sense of indescribable depression and mystery.

Arriving in front of the door, Lorne stopped and stared at the sculpture standing in the hall.

It was a goddess with three heads, three bodies and six arms, holding a torch, herbs, and talismans, and looking in three different directions.

Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, is the object of worship of the great witch Circe.

At the same time, she is also the three-phase goddess of opportunity, the goddess of magic, the queen of ghosts and the goddess of hell in Greek mythology. She is a quite mysterious and unique existence.

And in a sense, this person can now be regarded as Lorne's current master.

Lowering his gaze slightly to express some basic respect, Lorne then threw Circe and the quilt on his shoulders into the temple.

As soon as the yelling Circe landed, she squirmed hurriedly, put on the clothes wrapped in the quilt at random, and then sat upright, looking at the traitor she had trained since childhood with a dark face, Silver teeth grind together.

"Disrespect! This is disrespectful!"

While speaking, Circe, who was arranging her clothes, couldn't help but steal a few glances at the statue behind her, with a hint of guilt in her eyes.

You know, Greek gods are notoriously petty, and being naked in a temple is far from respectable and elegant.

Therefore, there are dozens of precedents for being noticed and retaliated by small-minded gods.

"Teacher, I think the goddess is so tolerant that she will not blame you for a small offense caused by the pursuit of knowledge."

Lorne spread his hands, his expression sincere and innocent.

"I can't help it, I want to make progress too much."

"..."

Circe looked at the face of her student who was "devoutly" talking to the statue. Her teeth were itching, and she wanted to bite it and tear off two pieces of flesh.

But in the end, under the dim gaze of the statue, the witch shrank her neck, pulled out a few ancient sheepskin magic books from in front of the altar, and weakly raised her hand to attract them.

"Come in and start class."

With a faint smile on his face, Lorne stepped into the temple, sat down on his knees opposite his teacher Circe, and began his daily magic study.

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