Raising Octopus Juvenile

Alex regrets Lanny here, and Stella, who is half-dead on the bed, is also cursing Lanny.

Others didn't know, but she knew very well that it was not someone else who almost killed her that night, it was the black monster with tentacles beside Cecil.

They exude the same breath, equally cold and trembling.

As for why that guy kept her breath... probably because of Cecil.

He must be afraid of Cecil being angry.

Although Cecil looked gentle and gentle, he was actually cold-blooded and harsh inside. It's okay to run into someone she cares about. If she doesn't care, she doesn't care about the other person's life or death.

And Stella, the demon, was just between a delicate boundary.

It can't be regarded as the object she cares about, but it can't die-after all, it is the first demon she signed, and it has some special meaning to her.

——In other words, it is somewhat useful.

So Stella can't die. In the same way, as long as she can't die, she won't care.

Stella recalled the terrible laughter she heard that night after being severely wounded, almost snapping her tongue out of anger.

"Madam, don't get excited." The middle-aged male doctor with a serious face said in a deep voice, "Your heartbeat is getting faster again."

Stella glanced at him coolly.

The doctor Kevin invited is really irritating. It didn't help her at all, it would only let her take medicine and rest, which was nothing but shit.

She is a devil, besides humans, what medicine can be useful to her?

Yes, what she needs most now is fresh human beings.

Stella was silent for a while, then suddenly twitched the corners of her red lips, and raised her hand to cover her lips charmingly: "Doctor, can I help you?"

Without squinting, the doctor slowly moved the stethoscope away from Stella's plump chest: "Of course there is help, as long as the lady obeys the doctor's instructions."

Stella chuckled: "Then what is your doctor's order?"

The doctor answered flatly: "Stay in the room and do nothing."

Hearing this, Stella frowned slightly, and a faint sadness and anger appeared in the jewel-like purple eyes.

"Doctor, can you really cure the disease? Don't you see that I'm dying? Don't do anything. Does it mean that I am waiting to die?"

The doctor glanced at her silently and put the stethoscope into his medical bag.

"I can only treat people's illnesses, madam, I can't help you with your illness."

Stella paused slightly, and then his eyes flowed: "You mean... I'm not a human being?"

"I'm not sure what you are, but you should have nothing to do with people." The doctor stood up, took a step back, and bowed slightly. "Don't worry, I won't say a word to Count Levitt. You can continue to recover with confidence. ."

She was actually seen... and that's right, after all, she is too weak now.

Not only weak, but also extremely hungry.

Stella wiped the corners of her mouth lightly, a purple, psychedelic glow floated under her eyes. Her eyes were entangled, sticking firmly to the middle-aged doctor's body like spider silk.

Although it is a bit old, it is well maintained. The meat looks much better than those poor people in the slums, and it smells like nothing.

Very good, very good.

Stella swallowed softly.

"Doctor, if you really want me to recover from my illness..." Her voice was low and soft, like a babble in a dream, "Can you prescribe me some medicine?"

"What medicine, madam, please say."

Stella let out a chuckle, and her slender tongue stuck out. The red lips became bigger and bigger, gradually cracking, and in the doctor's horrified eyes, they slowly turned into huge split mouthparts——

"This medicine, of course it's you."

The doctor screamed too late, and the mouthparts full of sharp teeth bit his head instantly.

There was a sound of chewing in the empty room.

Soon, the chewing sound disappeared, and Stella wiped his **** lips contentedly, and stretched slowly.

"Well, I feel better."

The doctor left, and Kevin, who had returned from the palace, didn't even have time to see the carriage he drove away.

As soon as he came back, he saw Stella walking around the room with his bare feet. Although his face was still pale, he looked much better.

"My dear, how are you, why did Dr. Hollot leave without saying hello? I haven't had time to ask about his condition." Kevin hurried over to support Stella and asked worriedly.

Stella smiled weakly: "He said that my illness is nothing good, just rest more, and he doesn't need to go out at all."

"How is it possible? This quack doctor!" Kevin said angrily. "There is nothing good about you after you are like this? I think it's just an excuse he can't find out, right?"

Stella gently took Kevin's hand, her voice was soft and flat: "Don't blame him, I don't think it's anything. You see, I can walk normally now, and I should be able to recover after a period of rest. ."

Kevin worried: "Is it really nothing? Do you want me to see another doctor for you?"

"No." Stella shook her head slightly, "I want to go around and breathe in some fresh air now. By the way, what about Little Cecil, I want to talk to her."

Kevin froze for a moment: "Cecile doesn't seem to be back..."

"Huh?" Stella was shocked. "Is it so late?"

Kevin frowned slightly: "Probably I went to a friend's house to play, this kid is also true, and I won't come back and don't say a word..."

Then you dad don't know how to look for it?

Stella wanted to slap the bitch. She gave Kevin a vicious look, lifted her skirt and ran out.

In a blink of an eye, Stella ran to Cecil's door.

The door was locked, but she is now the hostess of this mansion, and naturally has spare keys for each room. But Cecil’s room is special, so her key was also hidden by Stella in an absolutely hidden place——

Stella opened her mouth slightly and put her slender fingers in. A golden key was taken out from deep in her throat, and it was covered with transparent mucus.

She opened the door with this key and walked in carefully.

I don't know if the weird monster is in the house, she has to be careful not to be attacked by him again.

Stella poked his head out carefully, and cast a glance in the direction of the water tank—

There was only one small octopus in the tank, spitting bubbles in a very leisurely manner.

Stella: "!"

He really is!

Stella was so frightened that he closed the door and ran away. He ran to the corridor on the second floor and stopped panting.

Hmm...wait.

She suddenly thought of something, and slowly straightened up, looking down suspiciously.

If I remember correctly, there should be two little octopuses in that tank.

Why is there only one left?

Cecil and his party walked slowly into the small fishing village.

Although it is hard to see from the outside, Cecil couldn't help but frown his beautiful eyebrows after entering the village.

This village is really disgusting. Looking around, there were mud bogs of different shades everywhere. The mud bog was a dilapidated gray-green, sticky and stenchy. Although there were no fish or shrimps in sight, there was always bubbling bubbling inside. The walls of the house are covered with dark green moss, and the moss is covered with dense barnacles. From a distance, it looks like countless godless eyeballs.

In addition to the harsh environment, the fishy smell in the village is far stronger than the outside. In addition to the fishy smell in the muddy air, there is also a rancid smell like a dead corpse everywhere, which makes people feel a burst of gastric juice. Cecil subconsciously squeezed his handkerchief tightly, and Alex on the side retched uncontrollably.

"Oh...what's going on, I haven't been so nauseous when I came last time..." He complained in disbelief as he lowered his head and retched.

Marty glanced around and said lightly: "After all, there is no one living here. It's normal that it will get dirty."

Alex: "It's not simply dirty anymore?!"

Marty didn't entangle him on this issue anymore. He glanced down and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Cecil's arm: "Be careful."

Cecil happened to be standing on a moss-covered rock. He was so unprepared to be pulled by him, his feet slipped, and his body suddenly fell backward uncontrollably. Seeing this, Marty hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his arms to catch her.

Cecil felt her back press against the man's warm and generous chest. She brows and immediately stands up straight, pulling a little distance from him.

"What's the matter?" She turned to look at Marty behind her.

Marty raised her finger to her feet.

"Just now, something emerged from there."

"Ah!" Hearing this, Alex suddenly jumped to Cecil in horror, clinging to her like a quail, "What!"

Cecil: "..."

She's not scared yet, what did he do?

Marty was amused by the reaction of the cowardly young master. He bends his eyes slightly, and a casual smile appeared in his eyes: "I didn't see it clearly, maybe it's fish or shrimp."

"...What's so careful about fish and shrimp, make a fuss."

Alex, who knew he was ashamed, had flushed cheeks, but fortunately it was dark around him. No one noticed this slight change.

Marty smiled and said nothing. He walked to the nearest stone house, looked up at the dense barnacles on the wall, and sighed regretfully.

"I wanted to rest here for one night...it seems to be impossible."

Alex curled his lips in disgust: "I still want to rest in such a disgusting place... I should hurry up and find a mermaid. I don't want to stay in this horrible place for a second."

Cecil did not speak, but raised his eyes slightly and silently looked into the depths of the fishing village.

Under the light of the silver stars, the green mud bog showed a weird luster, and bubbles of various sizes surfaced endlessly, as if some terrible creature was lurking under the mud.

Suddenly, she felt a cold thing crawling on her calf.

Cecil immediately lowered his head.

There was nothing on the slender and white calf, except for the slightly flicking skirt, and did not see anything strange.

She retracted her gaze.

Soon, that cold and creamy touch appeared again. She could clearly feel something soft, thick and long along her calf, slowly sliding towards her soft and smooth thigh.

This kind of touch is too familiar, and I am familiar with her ears have begun to reveal a suspicious pink.

"Stop!" Cecil couldn't help but let out a low hum.

Marty and Alex looked over together: "What?"

Cecil stiffened.

"...It's nothing." She tucked her skirt and said nonchalantly.